Love, Blood, and War

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Daenerys paused at the entrance, her fingers trembling ever so slightly on the carved wooden doorframe. She took a deep breath before stepping into the room, her bare feet silent against the cool stone floor.

The sound of soft, playful laughter greeted her. She glanced up to find Arianne standing by the balcony, framed by moonlight. The Dornish princess wore a sheer nightdress, its deep red fabric clinging to every curve, leaving little to the imagination. When she turned and saw Daenerys, a slow, sultry smile spread across her lips.

"Well, look who we have here," Arianne purred, her voice smooth as silk. "Couldn't sleep, Daenerys?"

Daenerys felt heat rise to her cheeks. She tried to compose herself, but Arianne's smoldering gaze had a way of making her feel naked.

Before she could respond, her eyes were drawn to Jaehaerys. He was reclining on the bed, propped up against the headboard. His hair fell freely around his face, and his violet eyes—so much like her own—caught the light as he turned his head to look at her. He gave her a slow, languid smile, one that sent shivers down her spine.

"You've come to us in the middle of the night," he said softly, his voice low and inviting. "What brings you here, Daenerys?"

"I... I was..." Daenerys stammered, but then her words faltered as Arianne moved behind her, the lightest touch of her fingertips brushing down Daenerys's bare arms. Her scent—something like spice and sun-warmed earth—overwhelmed Daenerys, making it difficult to think clearly. She could feel Arianne's breath against her ear, warm and teasing.

"What is it that you really want?" Arianne whispered, her voice husky. "Tell us."

Daenerys swallowed hard, feeling the rapid beat of her heart against her chest. She closed her eyes for a moment, trying to steady herself. But the way Jaehaerys's eyes burned into hers, and the heat of Arianne's body so close behind her... it was too much to ignore. Her voice was barely a whisper when she spoke.

"I... I want..." She hesitated, feeling Arianne's hands slide over her waist. "I want to be with you... both of you."

Jaehaerys's eyes darkened with something close to hunger, and Arianne's lips curved into a smile of triumph and delight.

"That's all we needed to hear," Arianne murmured, and then, before Daenerys could take another breath, Arianne turned her gently and pressed their lips together in a searing kiss.

It was like fire meeting fire. Arianne's mouth was soft and commanding, and Daenerys melted into the kiss, her lips parting to welcome the warmth and taste of the Dornish princess. She could feel Jaehaerys's gaze on them and approval as Arianne's fingers tangled in her silver-gold hair, pulling her even closer.

She opened her eyes, drawing in a deep breath and letting it out in a shaky, slow exhale. Her gaze locked onto Jae's, scanning them for even the faintest glimmer of a hidden agenda. Nothing. Not a trace.

"Are you sure about this?" he whispered, his voice so soft it was meant only for her. He tilted her chin upwards, his eyes searching hers. He wanted this—oh, he wanted this badly—but he wouldn't take a single step unless she wanted it too.

Daenerys nodded, pressing her hands against his chest, feeling the warmth beneath her fingertips. A slight smile tugged at the corner of his lips, a silent victory, as he leaned down, tilting his head just enough to bring their noses close. He nudged hers playfully, almost teasingly, before placing a delicate kiss on her lips. It was so tender, so gentle—not at all what she'd expected from him.

He pulled back just a fraction, his forehead resting against hers. She could hear his warm and steady breathing. The hand under her chin slid down, wrapping around the back of her neck, his fingers pressing into her skin, sending shivers down her spine. And still, he made no other move. He just stood there, waiting patiently.

"Kiss me again," she commanded, her eyes darting to his lips before flicking back up to meet his gaze.

He closed the distance between them, capturing her lips in a kiss that left all thoughts of chastity in the dust. He tugged at her bottom lip, teasing her with a light pull that drew a moan from deep within her. Pulling away just enough to create space, he dipped his tongue into her parted mouth, hot and demanding. Daenerys felt a shiver run through her as his tongue brushed against hers, each stroke firm and velvet-soft. A soft moan escaped her throat as his thumb traced the line of her jaw. She felt him smile against her skin as he moved to graze her ear, his teeth scraping the delicate lobe.

"Now, Dany," he murmured smoothly, nuzzling into her neck, his words sending a tingle down her spine. "While I'd love for us to continue, what about our little Dornish princess?"

Wait. Hold up. Daenerys blinked, pulling back just enough to look him in the eyes. A third person? Oh. Right. She'd almost forgotten. Slowly, she turned her head, spotting the darker-skinned beauty standing just inches away, eyes glazed with a sultry intensity, her bottom lip caught between her teeth. Jae's eyes danced with mischief, one eyebrow cocked. And there it was. That smirk.

"What do you mean?" Daenerys asked, her voice sounding more breathless than she intended.

Arianne took a step forward, slipping into Jae's place directly in front of Daenerys. Jae stepped aside, his hands settling gently on both women's lower backs. Arianne's gaze was locked on Daenerys, her voice a low purr. "This is your first time with Jaehaerys. Do you want me to join?" She paused, a playful glint in her eye. "Or maybe just watch?"

Daenerys felt her cheeks flush. She couldn't deny it; Arianne was stunning, drop-dead gorgeous. And she still remembered the little stunt Arianne had pulled earlier during their little talk. She could still remember how good her fingers had felt.

Arianne moved closer, her breath hot against Daenerys's cheek, teasingly close. Daenerys swallowed. Things just got a lot more...interesting.

"Both," Daenerys replied, her voice thick with desire. She pulled the other woman closer, their noses nearly touching. "I want both of you." A brief smile crossed Arianne's lips before they pressed into Daenerys's in a kiss that was soft and full. Daenerys moaned, savoring how different Arianne tasted compared to Jae. Arianne was sweet with a hint of spice, whereas Jae was like rich wine and warmth. Gently cupping Daenerys's face, Arianne deepened the kiss, slowly backing her up against the wall and pressing their bodies together.

Daenerys opened her eyes briefly but couldn't spot Jae. Her head tilted as Arianne's lips moved down to trace wet kisses along her neck and collarbone. Just as she began to call out for him, her mouth was captured in another searing kiss, this time infused with the taste of wine.

She groaned, feeling the simultaneous presence of Jae and Arianne on her. Delicate hands began sliding the straps of her dress off her shoulders. Jae pulled back momentarily, allowing Arianne to slip the dress off completely. Together, they gazed at Daenerys's bare chest. Jae then began kissing along her chest, his hands resting firmly on her hips. Arianne stepped aside as Jae took her place, dropping to one knee. His large frame pressed her further into the wall, his mouth now trailing over her ribs.

Daenerys's fingers instinctively tangled in his hair, craving both of them more than anything she'd ever desired. A soft moan escaped as Jae's teeth grazed her skin, his hands moving lower to caress her. Arianne returned to her side, her tongue gliding over Daenerys's ear while her hand explored the curves of her body.

"You'll enjoy every moment of this, Dany," Arianne whispered, her voice a sultry promise as she nibbled on Daenerys's earlobe. "Tonight, you'll be our good girl." The words sent a shiver through Daenerys, a thrill that made her breath catch.

Arianne captured Daenerys's lips in a commanding kiss, her tongue exploring, teasing, claiming her mouth with an irresistible dominance. Daenerys melted into the kiss.

Rising to his full height, he loomed over Daenerys, an air of danger that sent a thrill racing through her. He stepped aside, circling her like a predator with his prey. With a subtle gesture, he beckoned Arianne to join him, which she did eagerly, her hand sliding up his arm. Jae kept his gaze fixed on Daenerys, his intense purple eyes unblinking.

Leaning against the wall in just her underwear, Daenerys watched as Arianne slowly removed Jae's shirt, her tongue brushing along his neck. Daenerys couldn't resist running her hands over her own body as more of his skin was revealed.

Arianne moved in front of him, partially obscuring Daenerys's view, but she could still see his face above Arianne's head. His lips curved into a small, knowing smirk as he caught Daenerys admiring him, her fingers tracing her lips as his torso came into full view.

Daenerys pushed herself away from the wall, a sudden surge of confidence coursing through her as she moved toward them. She could feel Jae's eyes on her, devouring every inch of her.

Arianne stepped forward, grabbing Daenerys's arm and pulling her into a searing kiss. She cupped Daenerys's exposed breasts, squeezing them together with a sensual firmness that made Daenerys gasp into the kiss. A low growl echoed beside them, and Arianne chuckled against Daenerys's lips, breaking away just enough to press her forehead against Daenerys's temple.

"What's the matter, King? Feeling left out?" Arianne teased, gliding behind Daenerys and sweeping her hair over one shoulder, exposing her neck to the cool air and Jae's hungry gaze.

"Careful, Arianne," Jae warned his voice a mix of amusement and desire. He stepped forward, his eyes darkening. "Remember what happened last time you were a bad girl." He reached out, his long fingers wrapping around Daenerys's hand, pulling her roughly against him. A surprised gasp escaped her lips as his strong hands gripped her hips, her bare chest pressing into his warm, firm skin.

His skin felt like sunlight, radiating heat and comfort. Daenerys looked up, her heart skipping a beat at the sight of his genuine, almost wicked smile. His eyes were blazing with want. "What do you think, Dany? Should we let her stay?" he murmured, grinding his hips against hers. She felt him hardening through his pants, the pressure against her thigh making her knees weak. Her hands pressed flat against his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath her palms.

"She can stay," Daenerys replied breathlessly; she turned her head to find Arianne behind her. Suddenly, large hands slid under her ass, lifting her off the ground effortlessly. Her thighs wrapped around Jae's sides as she hooked one arm around his neck, the other tucking a stray lock of hair behind her ear.

"As you wish," Jae whispered, his voice like velvet against her skin. He leaned in, brushing soft kisses along her neck, causing her to close her eyes and melt into the sensation. She heard Arianne's footsteps following them, the soft rustle of clothing.

Jae's hand traveled up her back, fingers burying into her hair, tugging lightly to tip her head back. She gasped at the sudden pull, feeling a rush of excitement. He chuckled a low, throaty sound that vibrated against her skin as he slowly lowered her back down. Her body slid against his, his arousal pressing firmly against her, sending a wave of heat through her core.

Daenerys parted her lips, staring up at him through her lashes, hunger evident in her gaze. Jae matched her intensity, his eyes burning with desire as he leaned down, his face just an inch from hers, teasingly close. With a gentle yet commanding shove, he pushed her back onto the bed, leaving her breathless and aching for more.

She hadn't even realized they had made it to his bed, but she welcomed the feel of the sheets against her heated skin. From her position, she could see a very naked Arianne standing next to Jae; she was exposed in all of her glory. She was slightly taller than Daenerys with olive skin; her figure made her gasp. She knew Arianne was beautiful, but her full bosom and her beauty made her a little dizzy. Dany felt her breath get stuck in her throat at the sight of her naked beauty.

Arianne languidly crawled onto the bed, coming to a stop beside Daenerys's head. She laid herself flat on her stomach with her feet crossed at her ankles in the air, one hand playing with Daenerys's silver hair, the other trailing along the sensitive skin under her breasts.

Daenerys smiled lightly, her expression turning serious as Jae knelt down in front of her, his hands squeezing her knees, spreading her legs for his torso to rest between them. His hands trailed up her thighs, grabbing hold of her hip bones and yanking her down so that her ass was on the edge of the bed.

All three let out a chuckle as Jae brought his hands up to cup Daenerys's breasts, massaging the soft mounds and licking his lips in the process.

Daenerys swore she saw a flash in his eyes but blamed the dim lighting and her arousal. She could feel how wet she was, surprising herself with how much she was enjoying the attention from not only Jae but Arianne as well.

The King dragged his hands back down her body, applying a delicious amount of pressure. He leaned forward, lips and tongue running along the skin of her stomach before leaning back up, pulling the fabric down her legs at the same time. Daenerys's breath hitched as Jae's jaw dropped at the sight of her completely bare. He tossed the sodden fabric to the side, his gaze never leaving her exposed form.

"I bet you taste amazing," he expressed, bending down to kiss along her inner thighs, his scruff erotically burning the delicate skin there.

Daenerys groaned, her legs clenched automatically, but Jae forced them apart with strong hands, spreading her thighs.

"Oh, I'm sure she does," Arianne quipped, licking her lips before kissing Daenerys's cheek. The Dany lifted her hand closes to Arianne, resting it along the woman's face, bringing her in closer and capturing her lips in a soft kiss.

She heard a groan from Jae before she felt him shift slightly, leaning himself over her so that his face was level with theirs. Daenerys broke her kiss from Arianne, turning her face to the other side to meet Jae in a stronger kiss.

Arianne watched in excitement at their kiss; even she could see the obvious electricity between the two. He bit her lip gently before returning to his position between her thighs.

Daenerys lifted her head so that she could keep her eyes on his as he looked up at her from between her thighs, his face inches away from where she wanted him. "He's so good at this," Arianne whispered into Daenerys's ear, placing her hand underneath the other woman's head to help her get a better view of the imminent show. "And he looks so good doing it."

Jae smirked at the princess's words and the way Daenerys's eyes fluttered at them. Maintaining eye contact, he bent down, dragging his tongue through her folds from her entrance up to her sensitized clit.

Daenerys moaned loudly, unable to believe how good it was. Jae pulled away from her a short distance, shock apparent in his eyes. He could see the desire in her eyes and he growled before returning his mouth to her center.

Arianne let out a surprised laugh, moving to kneel behind Daenerys's head, placing it in her lap to make her more comfortable, resting her hands on top of her shoulders. Daenerys bit her bottom lip, reaching up to hold Arianne's hand with one of hers, the other reaching down to lace her fingers with Jae's large ones. He obliged, letting her delicate fingers rest between his as he grasped her hand. His other hand looped around her leg, palm resting right above where his mouth was attacking her sensitive skin. He combined slow drags of his tongue with darting ones, occasionally pressing his tongue into her.

Daenerys could hardly hold still from so much pleasure. He seemed to know exactly what she needed, every little spot that would drive her crazy. The low groans and growls didn't help her control over her body, so she pressed her head into Arianne's lap, her mouth open in an almost permanent oval. "Oh, fuck," she whispered, watching the beautiful face between her legs as she felt herself nearing release.

"Please, Jae," Arianne whined, massaging Daenerys's breasts in her hands, studying the woman's face closely. "Make her cum, I want to see what she looks like when she cums." Jae groaned loudly, sending vibrations into Daenerys's clit. His tongue and lips worked even harder, building up pressure. "Don't you want him to make you cum, Daenerys?"

"Yes, please," Daenerys managed to pant out, nodding her head, and making eye contact with Jae. He looked determined, almost like he was trying to prove himself to her. He pulled his mouth away from her flesh just long enough to lick his first two fingers. Daenerys held her breath as he pressed both of his long fingers inside her.

"Fuck! That feels Incredible!" Daenerys moaned like a whore much to Arianne's amusement.

"You haven't felt anything yet, my sweet little princess. Stick around and you will see what Jae can do with you." Arianne promised with a sultry smile, bending down her head to kiss her.

Daenerys moaned from the pleasure, even Kinvara's fingers didn't feel this good.

"Fuck," Jae breathed before wrapping his lips around her soft skin again. He licked and sucked at her clit, his fingers moving in unison with his tongue.

Arianne could see Dany was barely hanging on. She knew first-hand how wonderful Jae's mouth was, after all. Smiling down at Daenerys, she bent down and pressed a light kiss to her lips. Leaning back up, she yanked Daenerys's head up by the hair, forcing her to watch. With one final stroke of his tongue and fingers, she was gone.

"Oh fuck! OH FUCK! OOOHHH!" Daenerys cried.

Daenerys's mouth fell open as a loud, high-pitched moan blew past her lips. She felt Arianne's lips on top of her head, Jae's eyes boring holes into her soul. Jae loved the way her tightness clenched around his fingers, the way he could feel her clit twitch against his tongue. He drank up every ounce of juice she could give him. He hummed into her, lapping up the last seconds of her release.

Taking his eyes away from Daenerys and glancing at Arianne, he silently instructed her. With a wide grin, Arianne helps a still-blissed Daenerys farther up the bed. Jae slowly followed, gracefully crawling towards the two women, the hand that was inside Dany held up like a prized possession.

Daenerys pushed herself up onto her elbows, still pressed into Arianne's chest. She watched the shirtless Jae move his way up, straddling her thighs just below her hips. He loomed over the two women, forcing both to look up at him before he bent forward, placing the tips of his glistening fingers into Daenerys's mouth, grabbing the back of her head with the other.

Daenerys sighed pleasantly as she tasted herself on his skin, sucking his digits farther into her mouth. Jae bent forward even more, licking along her mouth, approvingly, with his fingers still in hers. Arianne joined in, her cheek pressed into Daenerys's as her tongue danced with Jae's, tasting Dany on him, sweet and salty.

With a final plunge of his fingers in her mouth, Jae moved his hand, reaching out to grab Arianne's arm, leading her towards his straining trousers. Once Arianne started working on his belt, Jae cupped Daenerys's face in both hands, continuing to kiss her as his princess rid him of the prison of fine material. She pushed his trousers down his thighs and he lifted his knees one by one, allowing her to pull them to his ankles.

Daenerys instinctively reached out, her small hands pressing against his hips, reveling in the contrast between his soft, heated skin and the hard muscle beneath. She broke their kiss, panting against his cheek, and moved her hands inward, eagerly anticipating what she'd find. A choked groan escaped Jae's throat as her fingers wrapped around his shaft.

It was a sound Daenerys hadn't expected but relished. The idea that she could draw such a reaction from a man like him sent waves of arousal through her. Jae's right hand left her face, trailing down to rest gently on Arianne's back beside him. Rising to his full height on his knees, he guided Arianne toward her goal. Arianne kissed Daenerys's hand, nudging it aside before running her tongue slowly along the length of his shaft.

Jae let his head fall back slightly, his gaze still fixed on both women. He watched as Daenerys adjusted her position, moving to all fours in front of him, mirroring Arianne from the opposite side. He placed a firm yet gentle hand on Daenerys's back, coaxing her forward, a playful smile tugging at his lips.

Arianne glanced toward Daenerys, giggling as the silver-haired queen's eyes widened with both anticipation and awe. Arianne reached for Dany's jaw, guiding her face directly in front of Jae's member. Gently, she pressed Daenerys forward, and Dany's mouth opened, taking Jae's length into her warm, welcoming mouth.

Jae shuddered, his head tilting slightly, his fingers curling into Daenerys's back as a wave of pleasure washed over him. Arianne continued to guide Daenerys's movements, dragging her mouth back and forth along his shaft before letting go and joining in herself.

"What do you think of The King's cock?" Arianne asked with a sultry grin, her hand sliding up and down his length.

"Amazing!" Daenerys gasped, still in disbelief. "I never thought it could be so thick... so long... is it even going to fit?" For a fleeting moment, a hint of insecurity crossed her face, but it vanished as quickly as it came when Arianne pulled her into a deep, searing kiss.

"I'll fit, Sweet Princess. And soon, you won't be able to live without it," Arianne promised, her tone confident, as if the outcome was inevitable.

Daenerys wrapped her lips around him again, taking in as much as she could manage before pulling back with a gasp, her breathing ragged.

"This is how you do it, Daenerys," Arianne murmured, a glint of mischief in her eyes. Without hesitation, she took his entire length into her mouth, her tongue adding even more sensation for Jae, who groaned loudly at the pleasure.

"Ari!" he moaned, her name leaving his lips as she took him as deep as he could go. His hands moved to the back of her head, pulling out until only the tip remained before thrusting back in, burying himself fully into her throat. Arianne moaned in response, the vibrations traveling along his length as he began a steady rhythm, thrusting into her tight throat.

Daenerys watched, mesmerized, as Arianne's throat stretched to accommodate him with each thrust.

"GAHK! GAHK! GAHK!" Arianne's muffled moans filled the room.

When he finally pulled free from her mouth, Arianne let out a soft whimper at the loss, but Daenerys was quick to take her place, wrapping her lips eagerly around him.

Jae allowed them to take turns for a few more moments, basking in the eager noises they made as they vied for their chance. Feeling both their tongues working on him simultaneously, he slid his hands up their backs, his fingers tangling in their hair. With a firm grip, he pulled them both up to kneel on either side of him.

"On your backs," he commanded, excitement evident in his voice. Arianne obeyed immediately, lying on her back with her knees bent and feet planted on the bed. Daenerys hesitated for a second before following suit, casting a glance between Arianne and Jae as she assumed the same position. She felt Arianne's hand reach for hers, pulling their joined hands to rest on her stomach.

Jae paused for a moment, his gaze dark and intense as he took in the sight of them, before shifting to kneel between Daenerys's legs.

He pushed his hips forward, feeling her legs wrap tightly around him, her heels resting on the small of his back.

Leaning in, he placed one hand beside her head for support. He aligned himself, teasingly pressing just at her entrance, his other hand coming to rest on her chest. He searched her eyes, looking for any signs of hesitation or regret, but found none. Instead, she gave a slight nod, her expression filled with anticipation. He pressed forward, slowly sinking into her, savoring every inch as he filled her completely.

"Ohhh! Yess!!" Dany moaned; she had never felt this full before.

A heavy sigh escaped his lips, a groan rumbling through him as he bottomed out, feeling her tight heat envelop him. Her thighs clenched around his hips, and her knees came up to frame his sides. The hand on her chest slid up to her throat, wrapping around loosely, adding a hint of possessiveness.

His hips began to move, slowly at first, his thrusts gentle and measured, gradually increasing in speed and intensity as her body relaxed beneath his. Daenerys squeezed Arianne's hand tightly, pulling it to her mouth to bite down on her fingers, which earned a soft moan of approval from Arianne. She responded by licking a slow line along Daenerys's temple, sending shivers down her spine.

"Such a good girl, Jae." Daenerys moaned she didn't know why, but she liked the way Arianne called her 'Good Girl.'

Daenerys reached up with her free hand, grabbing the back of Jae's neck and pulling him down toward her. Their breath mingled in the small space between them before she closed the distance, capturing his lips in an intense, deep kiss. It was passionate but with a surprising softness that lingered between them. Jae shifted, trailing kisses down her jaw, and she felt his teeth graze her skin as his rougher side came back to the surface.

"Does she feel good, Jae?" Arianne purred, shifting down so she could wrap her lips around one of Daenerys's nipples, sucking hungrily. The simultaneous stimulation from both of them left Daenerys breathless, overwhelmed by a kind of pleasure she'd never known, and she moaned helplessly as her senses reeled.

"So good," Jae murmured against Daenerys's jaw, his hand leaving her throat to tangle in Arianne's hair. He pulled her up roughly, making her arch as far as her back would allow before pulling just a bit more, causing Arianne to gasp with a mixture of delight and pain. He loved letting loose with her, knowing she craved the roughness and could handle it without complaint.

"Is it your turn now, Arianne?" he asked, his voice husky, filled with both dominance and desire. He leaned his forehead against hers, his grip on her hair still firm as his hips continued to drive into Daenerys with strong, deep strokes.

"Yes, please," Arianne replied, biting her bottom lip as she gazed at him. "I've waited so patiently."

"Yes, you have," Jae praised, his free hand sliding down to hook around Daenerys's back, pulling her closer to him. In a swift movement, he shifted underneath her, all while staying fully sheathed inside of her. Daenerys gasped, letting out a small laugh at the effortless display of strength and control. He gave her a playful wink before laying flat on his back, pulling Arianne up to straddle his face, her body facing Daenerys.

Arianne groaned through clenched teeth as his hands guided her hips down onto his mouth. She braced her hands against his ribs just below his chest, rolling her hips eagerly as he worked his tongue against her. Daenerys heard his muffled growl of pleasure right before his hand came down to smack Arianne's ass, the sharp sound cutting through the room. Arianne let out a squeal of delight, her smile wide and wild.

Daenerys watched in awe, marveling at how well Jae and Arianne knew each other's bodies and how seamlessly they fit together. She saw how much more roughly he handled Arianne and wondered why he hadn't been that way with her—but before she could dwell on it, Jae's hips bucked beneath her, a reminder of his presence still buried deep inside her.

She moaned at the sensation of him filling her, and she began to move her hips, rocking against him in a slow, languid rhythm, building their pleasure in unison.

Arianne was clearly enjoying the dual stimulation of Jae's mouth on her and the sight of Daenerys grinding against his cock. She could feel the beginnings of her own orgasm building, Jae's tongue skillfully plunging inside her, his teeth grazing her sensitive spots just the way he knew she liked.

"Oh, yes," she panted, reaching back to grip Jae's hair with one hand, the other shooting forward to tangle in Daenerys's silver locks. "Yes, Jae. Make me cum," she groaned, her eyes closing, her mouth going slack. Her grip on Daenerys's hair was tight, almost painful, but it fueled her movements, pushing her closer to the edge.

With another sharp slap to her ass, Arianne fell apart, moaning shamelessly as she rode Jae's face to her release.

Jae shoved her off to the side, his gaze burning with a dangerous hunger, a playful smirk dancing on his lips. Arianne lay on her back, gasping for breath, a satisfied chuckle escaping as she pulled her knees to her chest, swimming in the afterglow of her ecstasy.

Quickly, Jae sat up, positioning himself behind Daenerys. He wrapped one arm around her body, pulling her impossibly close, while bracing himself with the other. Her hips were the only things free to move, and she felt his own thrusts meeting hers, hitting a new, deeper spot inside of her. Daenerys wrapped her arms around his neck, her fingers digging into his hair, pulling hard. Jae growled into her neck, his stubbled jaw brushing against her delicate skin.

"You're so close, I can feel it," he whispered hoarsely, his voice thick with desire as her walls tightened and fluttered around him.

"Jae! JAE! JAE!" She moaned his name over and over again.

Daenerys gripped his hair tighter, pulling his head back so she could look into his eyes. She wanted to see what she had heard in his voice. There was something there—something pure that rode alongside the ever-present primal lust. As she felt herself contracting around his length, she caught a glimpse of lust and affection for her.

But she pushed that thought aside, allowing herself to be swept away by the insurmountable waves of pleasure coursing through her. It was unlike any orgasm she had ever had. She opened her mouth and let out a scream of pleasure. She was sure the entire Sunspear could hear her screams right now.

Through her haze, she felt Jae still beneath her, his lips trailing open-mouthed kisses down her neck.

Arianne moved up behind her, gently helping her ease off Jae's lap, a delicious ache already spreading between Daenerys's legs. Arianne's hand moved down to cup her swollen flesh, but Daenerys quickly grabbed her wrist, shuddering at the contact. "I can't," she breathed, pressing her back against Arianne's chest.

Jae sat up, moving to kneel next to the two women, his eyes locked on Daenerys. She looked at him, her chest heaving, wanting him to know just how expertly he had worked her. "I came so hard," she admitted, her gaze fixed on his.

"I know, Jae is wonderful like that." Arianne chimed in knowingly, casting a smile at Jae as she withdrew her hand. Then she wrapped her arms around Daenerys's chest, her eyes turning pleading as she looked up at Jae.

"Can I cum on your cock now, please?" she begged, giving him her best puppy eyes, her tone playful yet edged with genuine desire.

"So patient and so polite," Jae teased, sitting up on his knees, his posture relaxed and confident. One hand rested on his hip while the other pointed toward his throbbing erection.

Arianne gave a sultry smile before crawling toward him, slow and seductive. She shifted onto all fours, pressing her ass against his cock, grinding it teasingly between her round cheeks.

Daenerys watched as Jae moved against her, letting his length glide back and forth against her skin. Then, with a smooth motion, Daenerys leaned in, wrapping her hand around his length. She held his gaze as she slowly bent down, taking him into her mouth. A groan of pleasure escaped him as he placed a large hand on the side of her face, his thumb tracing her cheek as she slicked him with her spit, coating every inch before guiding him to Arianne's eager entrance.

Jae's thumb slid into Daenerys's mouth, and in the same moment, he plunged into Arianne, his other hand coming down sharply to pin her by the center of her back. Arianne let out a sigh of satisfaction as he filled her completely, and he pulled out only to slam into her again, going as deep as he could. Her face pressed into the bed, and she screamed out in pleasure, hands gripping the sheets tightly as her body rocked with each powerful thrust.

With Arianne pinned beneath him, Jae brought Daenerys's face closer to his, and she reveled in the feel of his ragged breath ghosting over her lips, matching the rhythm of his hips. She was mesmerized by the way he looked—his body glistening with sweat, eyes dark with desire, and lips parted with exertion. It was a sight that nearly took her breath away.

The muffled screams of Arianne's pleasure were all around them, but Daenerys's world was focused solely on Jae. He stared deeply into her eyes, unashamed of the way he looked at her while he took Arianne. She could see the desperate need building in his expression, how close he was to letting go.

He captured her lips with his, their kiss fierce and deep, his tongue flicking out to taste her lower lip. Daenerys sighed into his mouth, her hands digging into his shoulders.

"Where do you want it, Dany?" he asked breathlessly, his voice rough, his eyes shut tight as he pressed his forehead against hers. With every thrust, she felt his restraint unraveling.

"In my mouth," she whispered back, biting his lower lip softly between her teeth. She saw him lower his head slightly as Arianne moaned in a string of unrepeatable words. The tension in his body was reaching its peak, and Daenerys sensed he was ready to let go. She slithered down slowly, spreading her knees wide and propping herself up with her arms.

Jae withdrew from Arianne, whose body trembled with the aftershocks of pleasure, and gripped a handful of Daenerys's hair, plunging his cock deep into her throat; she moaned as he started thrusting into her mouth, she felt tears rolling down her face as she gagged from his cock, plunging deep into her throat until her lips reached his thighs, and Jae let go.

"Dany...Daenerys! I'm—" his words turned into a choked gasp as she felt his shaft pulse in her mouth, and her throat was filled with the warm, thick, sweet liquid she found herself starting to crave.

She moaned around his shaft as she hungry yet leisurely swallowed every trace, her fatigue leaving her as soon as she felt that warm, life-giving, settle in her belly.

He released his hold on her hair, his thumb tracing her chin tenderly as he sat back on his heels. He admired her, taking in the way she looked covered in his cum, her face glistening. Daenerys licked her lips, tasting his tasty cum, and a shy smile crossed her face.

Arianne moved up beside her, turning Daenerys's head toward her to share a kiss, their tongues mingling as they tasted Jae together. Arianne sighed in delight, her mouth trailing down to lick a line of his release from Daenerys's cheek.

"Wow, Daenerys," Arianne breathed, leaning back and wiping her mouth with her hand. "You're amazing."

Winterfell

Lord Eddard Stark, Warden of the North, sat at the high table, his face a mask of grim resolve. To his right, his son and heir, Robb, held a tight expression, his jaw clenched. On Ned's left, Catelyn Stark sat with regal composure, her eyes scanning the hall, sensing the storm brewing among the gathered banners.

The hall was crowded with Northern lords, their eyes fixed on their liege lord. Lords Manderly, Karstark, Umber, Lady Mormont, and Glover, among others.

Ned stood. The hall quieted instantly. "Lords of the North," Ned began. "I have received a raven from the King to call the banners and to fight against House Martell and Dorne."

The lords exchanged glances. Ned let the murmurings continue for a moment before raising his hand for silence.

"We march to war," he stated simply, his eyes sweeping over his gathered banners. "Not for Robert Baratheon, nor for the Lannisters. But for Jaehaerys Targaryen, the rightful king of the Seven Kingdoms that the King wants dead."

A stunned silence fell over the hall, swiftly replaced by a rumble of protest. Lord Karstark stepped forward, his face flushed with anger. "A Targaryen?" he spat. "You would have us die for the grandson of the Mad King? Has the North gone mad as well?"

A chorus of agreement rose. "The North has no love for Targaryens," Greatjon Umber rumbled, his massive frame looming over the smaller lords around him. "We fought against them, bled for our people. And now you ask us to put a Targaryen on the throne? Why should we fight for him when we've already bent the knee to King Robert?"

Lady Dustin, eyes narrowed with suspicion, stepped forward. "This is folly, Lord Stark. We are the North. We guard our own, but we do not meddle in southern squabbles. Why should we risk our men, our sons, for a Targaryen's claim?"

When the outcry began to die down, Ned spoke again, his voice cutting through the noise. "The North does not march for glory, nor for gold. We do not march for politics, nor for power." His gaze bore into the faces of each lord, daring them to meet his eyes. "We march because it is our duty."

"Duty to whom?" demanded Lord Bolton, his cold eyes gleaming. "To a boy hidden in Dorne? What duty do we owe to a Targaryen?"

Ned drew a deep breath. "To my sister, Lyanna Stark."

Ned continued, his voice quieter. "I found her giving birth to her son with Rhaegar Targaryen." Many lords and ladies looked horrified, knowing that Lyanna was kidnapped and raped by the Prince.

"My sister was never kidnapped nor raped. My sister ran away with Prince Rhaegar. My sister married him and became his second wife. After the war, I found her in the Tower of Joy, giving birth to her son. She told me the truth of what happened. Jaehaerys Targaryen is not just a Targaryen. He is my nephew. Lyanna told me that I needed to protect him from Robert Baratheon."

"Protect him from the King? Lord Stark, surely he would have not harmed a newborn."

"Robert was a friend of mine for a very long time, but when the bodies of Elia Martell and her children were presented to him, he laughed and called them Dragon Spawns," he said grimly, and he could see the look of horror in many lords.

"She wanted me to protect him, she wanted me to support him if the time ever came when he would need my support, and I promised her as she drew her last breath that the North will support him if he ever needed it. He is of my blood, a Stark. And a Stark always keeps their word."

"Have you ever met this boy, Lord Stark? Do we even know what he is like. I wouldn't want the North to support someone that one might become the next Mad King." Lord Karstark asked.

"He has been in Winterfell before, he came here a year ago. I know what he is like, and he is someone we can trust. Jaehaerys is a good man, and will be a good King." Ned informed them, and he could see many lords asking one another.

"He was!"

"He was Jon Sand, wasn't he?" everyone turned to see Lady Dacey looking up at Lord Stark, who slowly nodded his head.

"Yes. My nephew has been raisen in Dorne by Prince Oberyn Martell under the name Jon Sand. He stayed in the North for a month. He helped the Night's Watch with supplies, and I know he will be willing to help The North even more in the future. He kept that name until the time was right to reclaim his Throne." Ned reaffirmed and could see Lady Dacey seemed deep in thought after hearing that information.

"I have no wish to spill Northern blood for a southern crown," Ned continued. "But I gave my sister my word, and the word of a Stark is not given lightly. This boy, Jaehaerys, is of our blood. If we forsake him, we forsake the memory of Lyanna."

Lord Glover stepped forward, rubbing his bearded chin thoughtfully. "And if we go to war? If we march south and are crushed by House Lannister and House Baratheon? What then, Lord Stark? What becomes of the North?"

Ned turned his gaze to Lord Glover, his eyes cold as winter itself. "If we do not fight now, if we abandon our own kin, we are no better than the southern lords who bicker over titles and power. We fight because it is just, because it is what a Stark does."

"But we do not fight alone," Robb spoke for the first time, his voice strong, echoing his father's conviction. "The North stands together, or not at all. We may face defeat, but we will face it as men who did not abandon honor, who did not turn our backs on family."

Greatjon Umber let out a bark of laughter, though his eyes were sharp. "Bold words for a young wolf," he said, nodding at Robb. "You speak of family, but war is not won by honor alone. It is won by swords and spears."

"The North remembers, Lord Stark. We remember what was lost, and we honor your sister's memory. If you say this boy is our blood, then we will heed your call." Lord Mandaerly

One by one, the other lords began to nod, some more reluctantly than others. Greatjon Umber cracked a grin, slapping his chest with a fist. "The North will fight, then! For the boy, for the Starks!"

Lord Karstark stepped forward, his face grim but resolute. "We do not march south lightly, but we will not forsake our oaths, nor the honor of our house. House Karstark stands with you, Lord Stark."

A murmur of agreement rippled through the hall, growing in strength. Ned nodded, feeling a weight lift from his shoulders.

"Then it is decided," he said, his voice clear and strong. "The North will march. We go to war."

"TO WAR!"

"TO WAR!"

"TO WAR!!"

Dragonstone - Before

Stannis Baratheon sat at the head of the table. Before him stood Melisandre, the Red Priestess of Asshai, her eyes gleaming in the firelight.

"You must tell him, my lord," she said, her voice a whisper that seemed to fill every corner of the room. "His children are not his; they are the spawn of incest. You, Stannis, must be the one to reveal the truth."

Stannis's fingers drummed against the table. The room was stifling, heated not just by the fire but by the presence of the woman before him. Melisandre's red robes clung to her like molten flame, her ruby pendant pulsing with red light. Her gaze bore into him.

"Robert will not listen," Stannis said, his voice as hard and cold as the stone beneath his feet. "I first must find a way to deal with the Lannisters. King's Landing is crawling with Lannisters, Cersei, the Kingslayers, the Imp, the bastard childrens. The Kingsgaurds. They all serve the Lannisters, and the Iron Throne owns House Lannister a mountain of coins. If I tell Robert the truth, he will be butchered."

"I thought you held no love towards your brother."

"I don't." Stannis reaffirmed, "But he is my brother. Making me his brother is God's cruelest joke they have ever made. It's my duty. If I were to tell him without clear proof. My brother will be butchered like a pig, and the War will start before we are ready."

Suddenly, the door opened, and Maester Cressen entered, his robes rustling as he moved quickly to Stannis's side. His face was drawn. As he crossed the room, he spared a glance at Melisandre, his expression tightening with a mixture of disdain and caution.

He turned to Stannis with a small bow before speaking.

"My lord, forgive the interruption," Cressen said, his voice steady but tinged with urgency. "A raven has arrived bearing a scroll, sealed with the Targaryen sigil."

Stannis stared at the maester. A Targaryen sigil?

Stannis reached out; he gestured for the scroll. Maester Cressen nodded and placed the sealed parchment into Stannis's grasp. The wax bore the three-headed dragon of House Targaryen, a sigil unseen in Westeros for many years. He broke the seal and unfurled the scroll, his eyes reading the words.

"To the Seven Kingdoms of Westeros, my name is Jaeharys of House Targaryen and House Stark. I'm the trueborn son of Rhaegar Targaryen and Lyanna Stark. The rumors of my father kidnapping and raping Lyanna Stark are not true. She married him under God's Wood and the Faith of the Seven and became his second wife; the Septon Torheit blessed their marriage. I have proof of their marriage as the True Heir of the Iron Throne. I ask Robert Baratheon to surrender now or face the wrath of House Targaryen. Fire and Blood is the saying of my House, and that's what the False King will know if he doesn't surrender. I expect an answer from you within two weeks. Dorne has known me as Jon Sand, the son of Oberyn Martell, for the last seventeen years, but I have never been a Bastard. This will be your last chance, Usurper. Give up, or your entire family will know why the words of my House are Fire and Blood.

To Dragonstone. Stannis Baratheon, you supported your brother against The Mad King. I'm not my grandfather. I'm willing to forgive. Kneel to me, and you will get to rule Storm's End, something your brother took away from you. You will get to rule, and your daughter will grow up to become the future Lady of Storm's End. I can promise you that, but only if you kneel to House Targaryen.

I am announcing to the whole realm that the Royal children are bastards born of incest from Cersei Lannister with her Uncle Tygett Lannister and her Cousin Lancel Lannister. You are welcome not to believe my words but to read the books about the History of House Baratheon, and you will know what I mean.

From Jaehaerys Targaryen, the Rightful Heir of the Iron Throne."

The hall was silent but for the crackling of the fire and the rustle of parchment. Melisandre watched him intently, her lips curving ever so slightly.

"Speak it, my lord," she urged. "What does the dragon say?"

Stannis lowered the scroll, his eyes meeting Melisandre's, then Cressen's. The maester waited silently, his hands clasped in front of him. Stannis's jaw tightened as he began to read aloud.

"It is from one who claims to speak on behalf of a boy... Jaehaerys Targaryen. He declares that he is the son of Prince Rhaegar, and Lady Lyanna Stark. They call upon the lords of Westeros to rise up and support his claim to the Iron Throne."

Cressen's eyes widened, his usual calm demeanor momentarily slipping. Melisandre turned to look at the flames, her eyes searching for something in them.

Stannis crushed the scroll in his hand, his expression thunderous. "The Targaryens are as good as dead," he growled. "A boy with only one Kingdom on his back. He is no king."

"Perhaps," Melisandre conceded, inclining her head. "But his arrival changes everything, does it not? Your brother's bastards will face a challenge they did not foresee. The lords of Westeros will not ignore a Targaryen claim."

"Yes." Stannis drawled, knowing he could use this to his advantage, before turning to face the Maester. "Call the Banners."

Now

The grand hall of Dragonstone was packed with the lords of the Crownlands, all eyes fixed on the front where Lord Stannis of House Baratheon stood. His expression was as cold as the stone walls around them. Beside him, Melisandre loomed like a shadow.

In Stannis's hand was a scroll, which he raised high for all to see. The room grew eerily silent.

"I believe you all know why I've summoned you here," Stannis began, his voice cutting through the quiet like a sword. "Three weeks ago, I received this." He waved the scroll for emphasis. "A message from someone claiming to be Jaehaerys Targaryen, son of Rhaegar Targaryen and Lyanna Stark."

Some of the lords exchanged wide-eyed glances while others remained stoic. Only one man stepped forward, breaking the tension.

Lord Velaryon cleared his throat. "My lord, what is to be our response? If his claim is true, he would be the rightful heir to the Iron Throne."

Before Stannis could respond, another voice cut in. "House Targaryen lost their right to the throne the moment King Robert took it by conquest!" Lord Thorne shouted.

Stannis turned his gaze on the man. "Lord Thorne," he began, his tone deceptively calm, "do I look like a mute to you?" His words made the color drained from Thorne's face.

"...No, my lord. Forgive me, my lord," Thorne stammered, his bravado evaporating under Stannis's withering stare.

"Good." Stannis's voice was a low growl as he turned his attention back to Lord Velaryon. "As for this so-called 'true heir' of the Iron Throne," he continued, his voice rising slightly, filling the hall, "I would have knelt to this boy if he truly were who he claims to be. My brother took the throne by right of our grandmother, who was a Targaryen. If this Jaehaerys were indeed legitimate, he would have a rightful claim. But he is not. This is nothing more than a ploy, a scheme by House Martell."

The room fell into a tense silence. Lords glanced at one another. Yet, something didn't sit right with Stannis. The eyes of his most powerful vassals, Lord Velaryon and Lord Celtigar, glinted with unusual brightness. They seemed... almost too pleased.

These were men whose families had once been loyal to House Targaryen, men who had lost much with its fall.

Stannis remained silent for a moment, his expression like stone, before turning to Davos, who stood nearby. The smuggler cleared his throat before speaking. "Three days after receiving the scroll from the Targaryen, we received another from the King. He has called on all the kingdoms to rally against House Martell and Dorne."

"What will be our response, then?" Lord Celtigar demanded in his gruff voice, stepping forward impatiently.

Stannis's gaze hardened. "We will sail to Ghost Hill as soon as possible. The entire Dornish army will be positioned at the Narrow Snake passage to defend themselves against my brother. While they're occupied, we will strike them from behind."

"Why Ghost Hill first and not Sunspear?" another lord asked.

"Because Ghost Hill is a lesser castle," Stannis replied coldly. "It will attract less attention when we take it. Once secured, we ride to Sunspear and seize it. With both strongholds in our grasp, we can use them as traps, luring their forces into reclaiming the castles. This so-called 'heir' won't be able to fight a war on two fronts. He will have no choice but to surrender, and the war will be over before it truly begins."

Stannis's explanation was cut short by the sudden crash of the chamber doors flying open. Soldiers stormed in, too many to count, their armor gleaming as they brandished steel. Chaos erupted in the hall.

"What is the meaning of this?" Stannis roared, reaching for his sword as his loyal guards clashed with the intruders. He braced himself for a fight, but his gaze quickly fell upon a troubling sight. Some of his own lords were not defending him—they were unsheathing their swords and axes and marching towards him.

"What are you doing?" the Maester cried out, panic etched across his features. Stannis backed away, his teeth clenched as he watched his loyal soldiers fall, one by one, until only he, Davos, the Maester, and Melisandre remained standing.

"Surrender, my lord. We have your wife and daughter, Stannis Baratheon," Lord Velaryon announced with a sickening smile.

Stannis's grip on his sword tightened. "If you harm them, I will cut off your hands," he threatened, stepping forward, fury burning in his eyes.

"Oh, don't worry," Velaryon replied airily, waving a hand as if swatting away an insect. "I wouldn't lay a finger on someone like your daughter." His tone was dismissive, but Stannis remained rooted to the spot, realizing he wouldn't fix anything by attacking. One misstep and could cost him everything.

"We've been planning this for a year, Stannis," Velaryon continued, his voice filled with smug triumph. "You thought we came here with a small convoy, but we brought enough soldiers to form a small army and take this castle. Did you truly believe we would fight for you, knowing Rhaegar's legitimate son is out there?"

Stannis glared at him, unblinking. "You have broken the law, violated your oaths. You are nothing but traitors. How do you expect this so-called king to trust you? You betrayed me because it suited you; you will do the same to him."

Velaryon approached, a mock-friendly smile on his lips. "We were never loyal to you, Stannis. That's something you never understood. We never liked you, but we had no other choice—until now."

"Count yourself fortunate," Velaryon added, leaning in closer. "The King wants you and your family alive... for now. Once he takes the throne, he will have you all executed. Your family will be nothing but ashes, paying the price for what happened to Queen Elia and her children."

Stannis growled, but before he could react, the soldiers swarmed him. He fought back, but they quickly overpowered him, dragging him and the others away.

As the doors slammed shut behind them, Lord Velaryon turned to face the remaining lords, his expression stern. "We sail to Storm's End."

Sunspear - One Week Later

"Are you ready?" Nymeria asked, for what felt like the fifth time that morning. Jae chuckled, shaking his head slightly as he let the squire continue fastening the last pieces of his armor.

"Jae, are you ready?" Obara's voice echoed through the chamber, louder and more impatient than Nymeria's. Nymeria shot her an annoyed look, but Obara just folded her arms, waiting for a response.

"They're right, you know," Elia chimed in with a stern tone that sounded suspiciously maternal. "Just because you're flying a dragon doesn't make you invincible." She crossed her arms and gave him the kind of look that made him think, Well, she's really got this 'mothering' thing down.

Jae still didn't answer, keeping his focus on the squire's work. Once the last strap was secured and the squire had scurried out, leaving him alone with his family, he finally stood. He was clad in armor that mimicked the scales of a dragon, each piece shimmering with a dark, metallic sheen. The chest plate was adorned with a pattern of scales, and the leather straps held everything together in a tight, almost organic fit. The helmet completed the look, crafted to resemble a dragon's head, with bat-like wings extending outward, its visor revealing only his eyes, fierce and focused.

He took a breath before finally speaking. "I'll be careful, I promise," he said, his tone serious. But then his gaze softened as he looked at them. "I'm more worried about you lot. Are you sure you want to be part of this war?"

Nymeria stepped forward with a soft smile, her eyes filled with warmth and admiration. "Wherever you go, I go, little brother. I'll be down there, but I won't be afraid, because I know you'll be up there, watching over us." She leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek. One by one, the others followed—Obara, Tyene, Elia, and Oberyn's other daughters—each offering their own quiet gesture of support.

Obara smirked as she stepped back, crossing her arms. "Unfortunately for you, Jae, you're stuck with us. You can't get rid of us that easily."

Jae let out a light laugh, his heart swelling with warmth. He looked around at the circle of faces he had come to love as his family. "I never said thank you," he murmured, his voice just loud enough for them to hear.

They all blinked, a bit taken aback. "For what?" Elia asked, her brow furrowing slightly as she moved closer to him.

Jae took a deep breath, his eyes brightening as he gazed at them with a love that shone brighter than the armor he wore. "For loving me," he said, his voice growing thick with emotion. "For accepting me into your family when you had no reason to. I love you all. You are my family."

For a moment, the room was filled with a charged silence. And then, in a flurry of movement, Nymeria threw her arms around him, squeezing him tightly. Obara was next, followed by the others, all piling onto him in a group embrace that nearly knocked him off his feet.

"You silly fool," Nymeria whispered with a bright smile, her eyes misty. "You've always been our brother, and we're going to make sure you sit on that ugly throne if it's the last thing we do."

"Well, ugly people tend to sit on ugly thrones. It is known," Tyene chimed in, her voice filled with mock seriousness.

Jae pulled back just enough to give her a deadpan stare. "Oh, thank you," he said dryly, raising an eyebrow.

"Don't thank me; thank your ancestors who thought it was a brilliant idea to make a throne out of swords," Tyene shot back, grinning.

The room erupted in laughter, the tension breaking like a wave on the shore. Jae chuckled, feeling lighter despite the looming battle.

Later

Jae stepped into the bustling courtyard, the air thick with the sounds of preparation—armor clinking, horses snorting, commands being barked. People rushed around him, caught up in the frenzy of gearing up for war, but Jae ignored them all. His focus was on one figure alone: his father, who was adjusting the saddle on his horse.

"Father," Jae called out as he crossed the courtyard. Oberyn turned, a hint of a smile forming on his face as he saw his son approaching. "Are you ready for this?"

"Yes," Oberyn replied in his deep, resonant voice. He reached out, wrapping an arm around Jae's neck and pulling him close. Their foreheads pressed together.

"For Elia, for Aegon, and for Rhaenys," Oberyn murmured, his eyes closed.

"For Elia, for Aegon, and for Rhaenys," Jae echoed, matching his father's tone before pulling apart. When they opened their eyes, they burned with a shared fire—the desire for revenge.

Jae took a deep breath, his voice firm as he warned, "Be careful out there. If you fall, I swear, I will come to Hell and drag you out of it."

Oberyn grinned at his son's words, the concern in Jae's voice not lost on him. With a twinkle in his eye, he replied, "Hell, you say? Oh, my boy, that sounds like a party I'd rather not miss. But if you're planning on coming after me, you better bring wine, women, and a proper excuse for interrupting my fun." He laughed, clapping Jae on the shoulder. "Now, stop worrying about me. I'm not done dancing with death just yet."

Jae chuckled at his father's response, shaking his head with a smirk. "A party in hell, is it? Of course, you'd be the life of it, wouldn't you?" He crossed his arms, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "But I'll let you keep your party plans for now. Besides, I'd rather not have to haul your stubborn self back from the underworld; you're heavy enough as it is."

Jae's grin faded slightly, a hint of seriousness creeping in as he continued, "But seriously, keep an eye on Nymeria and Obara during the fight. You know how those two are—they'd charge into a nest of vipers just to prove they're the fiercest in the room." He raised an eyebrow, his tone light but meaningful. "And it's not exactly easy dragging them out of trouble once they're in it."

Oberyn nodded, his eyes taking on a thoughtful look. "Aye, I know," he admitted quietly. After a beat, he turned back to Jae, his face softening. "I'm not sure if I've said this, Jae," he began, his voice catching slightly before he reached out and pulled his son into a tight embrace. "I'm proud to be your father, Jaehaerys Targaryen. I love you."

Jae hugged him back. "I love you too, Father," he replied, his voice thick with emotion.

Later

"...This is it... I never thought this day would come," Daenerys murmured, her eyes sweeping across the clearing as she dismounted her horse. Beside her, Jae and Arianne did the same, while their Kingsguards remained a respectful distance behind.

Ahead of them, two dragons loomed—Bloodfyre and Rhaenix. Despite Bloodfyre being nearly three times the size of Rhaenix, the dragons seemed to be getting along.

Dragons never stopped growing after all, and Cannibal has been alive for at least two centuries, while Rhaenix has been in this world only for nine years.

Daenerys's pale silver hair was intricately braided and gathered at the back of her head, leaving delicate tendrils to frame her face. She was dressed in a long, fitted coat of charcoal black, the fabric textured and subtly patterned to resemble dragon scales. The coat's high, structured shoulders added to her regal bearing, while a metallic, dragon-like chain draped across her chest, fastened securely at one shoulder.

Beneath the coat, armor plates layered over one another. Her sleeves extended down to her gloved hands, where thick braids of fabric mirrored the intricate patterns of her hair. The gloves, dark and sturdy, fit snugly. Draped over one shoulder and flowing behind her was a deep crimson cloak.

"Me neither," Jae muttered, his voice barely a whisper as he took in the sight before them. "I've dreamed of this day for so long, yet it still feels like a dream."

At the sound of his voice, Rhaenix stirred, her eyes fluttering open. With a low, rumbling purr, she moved her head closer to Jae, nudging him affectionately. Nearby, Bloodfyre glanced briefly at Arianne, his gaze sharp and assessing. Satisfied that she posed no threat to his rider, he turned his attention back to Daenerys, lowering his massive snout to allow her to stroke the rough, warm scales of his nose.

Jae turned his focus to Rhaenix, running his hand along the dragon's snout. A deep, contented purr vibrated from the dragon's throat. Smiling, he turned toward Arianne, his expression softening. In one smooth motion, he closed the distance between them and pulled her into a passionate kiss.

When they finally parted, they remained close, foreheads nearly touching, their breaths mingling.

"I can't wait for this war to end," Arianne whispered, her voice tinged with worry as she gently cupped Jae's face, holding him close. "Return to me, Jae," she added with a tender smile, taking his hand and pressing it against her belly.

Jae's eyes widened slightly as Arianne pressed his hand against her belly, his heartbeat quickening at the realization of what she was implying. For a moment, he was speechless, his mind reeling with a mix of emotions—shock, joy, fear.

"Arianne..." he breathed, his gaze shifting from her face to where his hand rested against her. A slow, tender smile spread across his lips as he looked back up at her, his eyes softening with a fierce determination.

"I'll return to you," he vowed, his voice steady but laced with emotion. His free hand rose to gently cover hers on his cheek, and he felt the warmth of her touch. "No war, no enemy, will keep me from coming back to you." He paused, his eyes shining with a hint of tears that he quickly blinked away.

"But you," he added with a playful glint returning to his eyes, "you just make sure our little one doesn't take after your rebellious streak." He grinned, squeezing her hand softly, trying to lighten the mood while masking the fear he felt inside. "One of you is enough to keep me on my toes."

Arianne let out a soft laugh, her eyes shining with love. "I love you, Jae," she said, pulling him into a long, searing kiss. As their lips met, the nearby dragons, Rhaenix and Bloodfyre, let out joyful cries as if celebrating the life that Arianne now carried within her.

When they finally pulled away, Jae hesitated, not wanting to leave her side but knowing he had to. He turned, heading towards Rhaenix, who dipped her head low, making it easier for him to climb onto her back.

"We will return, Arianne," Daenerys reassured her. She approached Arianne, and the two women shared a knowing smile before leaning into a deep, passionate kiss.

Jae watched as Arianne rejoined Arthur and the other Kingsguards who would follow Oberyn. Only Ser Gerold remained by her side, his duty clear—to protect Arianne until this war ended.

"Good luck, Daenerys," Jae called out with a wink, unable to resist a grin. "I'll see you at Harrenhal." Daenerys laughed at his remark, her eyes bright with determination. With a commanding shout, she urged Bloodfyre into the sky, the dragon's massive wings beating against the air as they lifted off.

Jae turned to Rhaenix, patting her side affectionately. "Sōvegon," he commanded in Valyrian. The dragon let out a fierce roar, her wings stretching wide as she surged forward with a few powerful strides. Then, she leaped into the air, carrying Jae toward the skies.

The War Has Started.

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