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Dragonstone, Westeros.

Walking through the long halls of Dragonstone were three people: a man and two women.

All three had the exact same features: silver hair and purple eyes.

The man had broad shoulders; his silver hair was cut short while his purple eyes glinted with the power he held.

To his right was a woman with stern beauty; her beautiful face was frozen in seriousness. Her slender, voluptuous body hid the immense strength of a warrior.

Her long hair was decorated into braids while purple eyes looked at her husband, her cold eyes softening a little.

To the man's left was a woman with long hair that she let loose; she had a long, slender body while her eyes glinted with curiosity as he looked at her husband.

Aegon led his two wives into their room. They had just finished breakfast, and the Conqueror informed his wives that he had something to say.

CLICK

Aegon opened the door for his wives, and the trio walked in.

The room was big; at one of its corners was a big bed that could fit up to five people. In the other corner where candles, overflowing from the shelf, are meant to illuminate the room.

"What is it that you want to discuss, Aegon?" Visenya, the elder among the trio asked.

Rhaenys too leaned forward from her chair, curious to know what her husband wanted to say.

Aegon looked at two of his wives, "I had a prophetic dream, just like our ancestor Daenys The Dreamer."

Both Visenya and Rhaenys frowned at his words; prophetic dreams meant trouble.

"What is it this time?" Rgaenys asked, her frown deepening, 'last time it was the doom of Valyria, now what? The doom of mankind!?' She snickered inwardly.

Aegon closed his eyes, recalling the vivid dream he had a night ago.

"Darkness," Aegon muttered.

Visenya squinted her eyes at her younger brother, "Darkness?"

Aegon nodded his head as he continued, "From the lands up north will come forth Darkness that will freeze the air and blind the sun."

Both the women's eyes widened at his dreadful words; an uneasy feeling began to take root in their hearts as Aegon continued.

"The Darkness will freeze lands and it will kill the men and raise them dead, making them its own army." Aegon shivered as he could vividly remember the vast army of undead that stretched to the horizon.

"It shall march south, turning fertile lands into wastelands. Animals die of cold, men die of cold. Children go hungry as their mother's milk stays frozen in her breasts."

The uneasy feeling kept growing in both the women; the two sisters exchanged glances. Their husband's words are unsettling, to say the least.

"Leading the dead is the man who is responsible for the Darkness—the Night King," Aegon ended, opening his eyes.

"How do we stop them?" Visenya asked; she was the battle-minded one in the group, and her eyes shone with her cold resolve as she looked at Aegon.

Aegon looked at his older sister and gave a small smile to her. He had married her out of duty; but slowly, he began to fall in love with her just as he did with Rhaenys.

"Only with the men uniting under one banner can we hope to stop them," Aegon replied.

Visenya's eyes glinted as a smirk bloomed on her face. She loved to battle, and her husband just indirectly declared that they were going to unite the continent of Westeros.

Rhaenys, however, creased her brows as she asked her husband, "Do we really have to go to war?"

Rhaenys was kind and wanted to have peace, unlike her big sister, Visenya.

Visenya frowned at her question while Aegon answered, "Yes, Rhaenys. We have to do it; if not, all of mankind will perish."

"And there is no other motive than to save mankind?" Visenya asked as her smirk widened into a grin.

Visenya knew that her husband doesn't love her as much as he does Rhaenys. But still, she loved him nonetheless. And if there is one thing she knows that her sister doesn't, "You love to conquer, Aegon."

Aegon stared at his grinning sister and mirrored her grin, "I never denied that, my love."

His eyes glinted with possessiveness as he stared at Visenya. What rose in his body while his member hardened.

"You look so beautiful, my love," Aegon complimented, his eyes travelling around her voluptuous body.

"And you are so handsome when you talk about conquering things." She rose from her seat and inched towards Aegon, each of her steps sensual and erotic.

She sat on his lap, her fingers trailing his chiseled jaw, "You love conquering things, Aegon." She whispered, leaning in closer to his ear; she added, "Just like you have conquered me!"

Rhaenys glared at her siblings, "Horny bastards!" She muttered under her breath while she grumbled, "Guys, we've done it this morning!"

Visenya, who was kissing her husband's ears, halted and turned to her little sister and teased, "So you are not joining us?"

There was a knowing smirk on her face, which reflected the smirk on the face of the Conqueror.

The duo exchanged knowing glances as they knew, out of the three, Rhaenys was the most horny.

Rhaenys was a little stumped by her siblings, looking, "I never said that!" she exclaimed as she jumped out of her seat and walked toward Aegon.

Aegon and Visenya watched with desire as they looked at Rhaenys's slender body.

She crouched down in front of Aegon and looked at her sister and said, "You take the top and I take the bottom."

CHUCKLE

Visenya chuckled as she nodded her head and turned towards Aegon. "Aegon," she whispered, her voice dripping with desire for her husband.

"Visenya," Aegon replied, his eyes mirroring the lust Visenya had for him; they both stared at each other before plunging forward.

They both kissed passionately, each thrusting their tongues into the other's mouth. Their tongues intertwined in a fiery dance of domination as they fiercely battled each other.

Rhaenys pouted when she looked at her siblings kissing; there was no jealousy on her face, except amusement.

She leaned forward and took off her husband's pants, revealing his hard member that stood straight as if saluting her.

Rhaenys's eyes glinted with mischief and were about to lean forward when….

*ROOOAAARRR*