Time passes in a vacuum, the tournament was stopped abruptly. King Viserys sits beside his queen's birthing bed, which is empty but for the bloody bedding left behind. It looks as if someone were slaughtered in the white sheets.
Rhaenyra arrives in the doorway, but she does not cross the threshold. She refuses to come inside, but sees Alicent crying profusely at the entrance, they both held each other's gaze.
"I'm sorry princess." Alicent mutters her condolences.
Rheanyra ignores her and gently approaches her mother's door, entering she sees her Daenerys by their father, consoling their father as they both weep, his head buried in his hands, whimpering and shedding tears. It seems Viserys is merely a shadow of himself as an extension of Aemma died within him,
The King sits in his chair in a black fog, either unaware of twins presence.
Rheanyra sighs, pulls herself out of the room, running past the doorway, then flees, crying as Alicent runs after her.
When Rheanyra is gone, the Grand Maester enters with the King's new born son, the child was still breathing and wailing softly, but as Mellos approaches the King, the infant, began choking.
Daenerys goes to collect the her brother from the Grand Maester whimpering sniffing looking down at the fine babe who instantly gave up the ghost in thin air.
"Baelon?"
"Baelon?"
"Baelon?" Daenerys gently shook the baby, but nothing is heard. "He- he's dead..... Maester Mellos?" she turns to the old man to do something.
Devasted, the Grand Maester lowers his head. "I'm so sorry Your Grace."
Daenerys blinks and stared down at the dead child in her arms before looking back at her father with glassy eyes, Baelon was suppose to live, she dreamt it all, the dream was clearer than a memory, but not the deaths of her mother and brother.
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Approximately a week, the morning sun rises over Rhaenys' Hill. The Bells of the Grand Sept ring out in mourning.
Drogon and Syrax, stands at the peak of the hill, attended by five dragon keepers: five Elders, five Acolytes. The growls rumbled like thunder, she purrs in agony, feeling her riders grief.
Outside the city walls beside the Black Water Rush, A throng of hundreds of lords and ladys have gathered on the mound, all of them dressed in mourning, paying their last respect to Queen Aemma of House Arryn and her dead son, Prince Baelon the Second.
The king's small council stands at the front of the crowd. The lords and ladies of all the houses who were in King's Landing for Viserys' great tournament attend, including Velaryon, Arryn, Hightower, Baratheon, Strong, Lannisters, Darklyn, Beesbury and the households of the Martells were in attendance.
All stood in black, silently as the wind whipped around them, waves crashing against the shores. Rheanyra and Daenerys held each other's hands crying as they stares at their mother and brothers corpses, waiting to be burned.
Baby Baelon is cremated along with Queen Aemma's body and laid upon the stone. On a smaller, adjacent bier lies a second, tiny funeral shroud that is so small that it could be easily missed. Their corpses wrapped in a white shroud of separate bundles, doused in flammable material, on a funeral pyre.
As per Targaryen custom, it is mandatory to burn their dead. The dead is burned by dragon fire and their ashes in interred deep beneath the Red Keep in their crept.
The small council stands in support of the king, and all seven knights of the Kingsguard along with scores of knights and men-at-arms in service to House Targaryen.
Corlys Velaryon, the Sea Snake, stands off to the side with his wife, Rhaenys, along with their children Laenor and Laena.
Alicent stand by her father's left side, silently mourning, observing the Aenar wishing she could go over to sympathize with him but his appearance alone was lethal, she could sense the hostility in the air.
Aenar stood beside King Viserys himself, dressed in the black of his house, stands over a funeral bier. Aenar glances over to his brother to see him bereft, totally lost in and wrecked in grief.
Viserys state is catatonic, he feels horrible, eyes red, his dream has rippled him off his beloved wife, due to his ambitions and greed for an heir.
The twins stands apart from him. Their eyes are red from tears, trying to contain the grief. They watch as tears streamed down his eyes as he sobbed, even though there was a breach in his their mother's womb, they couldn't blame him. She would have died no matter the cause, the King had no choice. He had no choice.
The whole of the funeral appears to be looking at Daenerys and Rheanyra, waiting anxiously for them to do something.
Daemon stands between his nieces and farthest away from Aenar and Viserys, caught between both worlds. After a long moment, he goes to his niece and speaks to them gently.
"They're waiting for you both." Daemon whispers lowly behind them.
Daemon sees all the faces looking at the twins. He feels for them, and also wants this awkward moment to end.
"Come. We'll go together." Daemon offers his arm. None of them takes it.
Rhaenyra snaps at her Uncle, bitterly, in High Valyrian.
"Jaehossa tēmiri issi. Ñuho kepot ono toliot dāranne irughagon sēpar ziry laodigon." [The gods are cruel. To finally give my father his heir only to steal him away.] Rheanyra says willfully.
"Avy emos kepa aōha biare issa." [He is lucky; he still has both of you.] Daemon assures her.
"Ñurho valonqro paghyro jēdunna, lo tolijī kepa ñuha kirimvī rhēdos pendan...?" [I wonder if, for those few hours my brother lived, my father finally found happiness.] Daenerys questioned in despair.
Daemon looks off to his grieving brother, boring a hole into the king with his gaze.
He would kill to be loved by Viserys the way Rhaenyra and Daenerys are. He tries to console his nieces.
"Kepa aōha avy sīr ojūdo tubiro toliot jorrāelza." [Your father needs you both more now than he ever has.] Daemon tells her.
"Trēsy dōrī kesan." [I will never be a son.] Rheanyra whispers as Daenerys covered her face crying bitterly.
Weakly, Rheanyra urged her twin. "Let's go sister."
The twins breaks away from their uncle and stalks up the edge of the hill toward their dragon. Full of emotion to command Drogon Syrax but they were too weak to do it.
"Dra...." Rheanyra swallows in shaky breath and shook her head. Syrax gave a low growl from the top hill, Drogon purred.
"Oh mother, why did the gods take you away.." Daenerys whimpers as Rheanyra took hold of her hands, they held unto each other gently as tears streamed down her cheeks.
"We'll do it together." Rheanyra blinks.
Daenerys takes a deep breath. "After you."
Rheanyra nods, exhaling softly. "One.... Two....three..."
The twins shudders, looking up at both dragons and commands firmly. "Dracarys."
Immediately Drogon and Syrax growl, making their descent down the hill with snapped jaws at the dragonkeepers on his left and right flanks, snarling at them to get out of the their way. They screeched and shrieked.
Once they were close enough, both dragons reared their heads back and opens their maw to reveal a fiery glow in their throat, expelling a column of dragonfire on the funeral pyre, which sets alight both the biers of Queen Aemma as well as a second bier beside it.
On this bier lies a burial shroud that is so tiny that it could be easily missed. Baby Baelon's corpse is rapidly consumed by fire.
Twin columns of black smoke, bent by a strong morning wind, rise from the twin funeral pyres as mother and child burn.
The intense heat of the combined dragon flame could be felt behind the Targaryens and the noble men as they all took a step back from the furnace.
Viserys shut his eyes tight, lowering his head, allowing a single tear to fall down his cheeks.
"Forgive me Aemma. I am so sorry." He whispered underneath his breath as Aenar held him, patting his back gently as they wept.
Alicent Hightower stood staring at her beloved, hoping he finds solace in his grief, for Aenar loved Aemma not just as sister-in-law, but like his mother late mother Alyssa Targaryen.
••••••
The funerary had ended in the evening, yet the kingdom loomed in mourning for the loss of their good Queen.
"I can't believe she's gone." Rheanyra eyes glistened with tears as they stride the hallways.
"I know. It wouldn't be the same anymore. I miss her too." Daenerys replies breezily.
Receding in the hallways as their steps echoed against the cold floors, the twins decided to stay together, so they spent the evening in their late mother's chambers to honour her memory.
"Rheanyra." Daenerys pushed open the door, as they walked into the room that had lost its one time glow.
"What Dani." Rheanyra asked her twin softly as she goes to lay on their mother's bed, looking up to the canopy.
"Do you hate me?" Daenerys asked.
Rheanyra sat up abruptly. "No! why would you think that?"
Daenerys cried. "I think it's my fault mother died." she pathetically says covering her face.
Rheanyra yanks herself off the bed and approaches her her twin. "None of this is your fault." she countered.
"It is! My dreams killed her." Daenerys laments. "I dreamt she gave birth to a son wea......"
Rheanyra sighs and interrupts "No, your dreams didn't kill her, maybe it was meant about the future." she held her hands. "Don't blame yourself."
"But it did..."
"No Daenerys. It wasn't your fault that our mothers died." Rheanyra sobs. "Stop hallucinating things."
Daenerys sniffs. "So you don't hate me?" she asked as tear fell down her cheeks.
"I have never hated you sister. We're twins. I could never hate my other half." Rheanyra corrected.
"But you place Alicent over me. You push me away." Daenerys informs.
Rheanyra bleached. "Sister I would never...."
"You don't rate me at all Rheanyra. All know It, people can tell were apart. We only play when we ride dragons, or when you need a companion to fit into something. There isn't a moment of sisterhood between us, and I love you and need you, I like your energy, but you ignore me like I don't matter when we both shared the same placenta in our mother's womb."
Rheanyra instantly felt awful, her twin's feelings were hurt and she is right, they both have no bond between them and it was wrong, especially for twins. Twins are inseparable, they're friends, ally, one blood forever.
"I'm sorry Daenerys, I sincerely apologize, for being distant and I love you." Rheanyra assured.
"You do?" Daenerys whimpers, her eyes already teary.
"Aye. No one can make me hate you, Alicent is my friend, but you're my best friend, my confidant, my other half, my blood and I love you so much." Rheanyra hugs her twin crying.
"I love you too sister." Daenerys sobs as they embrace each other wholeheartedly and finally bursts into mourning, sinking to the floor together crying nonstop.
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Alicent Hightower had come from Prince Aenar's chambers to find him absent, she'd look him everywhere but couldn't find him, until it clicked where to find him and walked down the path, deep in the bowels of Maegor's Holdfast, within the confines of the Red Keep walls, in the meeting place of their secret haven,
Getting there, he was alone, staring into space, Alicent locked and bolted the door and goes to sit down beside Aenar.
Aenar hissed, feeling rather tensed. "You shouldn't be here Alicent, I want to left alone."
"Perhaps you would allow me bear your grief. I've been thinking about you all day, and I can't help to see you this way." She softly mutters.
"You needn't worry about me any longer, the Queen has passed...." His voice almost cracked, feeling uncomfortable yet overwhelmed at her audacity to rub his thighs
Alicent smirks and sighs "I understand your grief Aenar, I know it feels to be lonely and deprived of what you cherish the most, but you should know, I will always care for you." Her fingers trailed from his thighs, then down his trousers.
Aenar swallowed hard as Alicent began fondling with his shaft. This girl has some bewitchment over him that he can't explain.
Their relationship is just friends with benefits, there should be boundaries, but with Alicent Hightower, her touch is electrifying.
"This isn't right Alicent. We should be mourning Queen Aemma."
"I want you." Alicent rasped in his ears, stroking his shaft.
Aenar grunts as the Hand's daughter stroked his cock, squeezed his balls, causing his cock to responding to stimuli.
"Fuck! Get on your knees!" Abruptly he stood up and pulls her forward into his chest as his lips fell to hers, melting to a burning kiss. He gripped her waist so tight, that his hands dug her sides, he kissed her with so much desires, tasting her tongue.
Aenar seemed hungry, like he was starving for sex. His grip was strong yet his musky scent lingered with her cheery scent.
He grabs her buttocks to squeeze it, pulls her closer with his hands, instantly Alicent felt his throbbing manhood and moans.
And again, as before, she unzipped his trousers, took out his penis, and put it in her mouth. Later on, the arousal went unto another level.
The Hand's daughter performed her duty on her knees before the King's brother, worshiping his dragon cock with allure.
Licking his lips, Aenar guided her head back her forth as saliva spilled from the corners of her mouth.
He grunts deep throating her, trying to push down all his cock down her throat but it didn't work, he was too big for her, but she sucked him good.
Then he took her on her feet, full on her startled lips, Aenar began to kiss Alicent gently, then with increasing pressure, and with his tongue as he hadn't kissed her in so long.
The Hightower grabbed him desperately, arms around his head, as he fumbled with her underwear, finally ripping them off. He stroked her with skillful fingers and then sank on his knees with his skillful tongue he kissed between her legs, rubbing, nudging, poking, in a rhythm like a giant pulse,
Alicent's legs twined about his head and shoulders desperately, she was beginning to buck her hips, beginning to come, so Aenar quick and deft as if he'd practiced such a maneuver many times shifted his position to crouch over her, he took her to the bed and stripped naked.
The Hightower wanted him so badly that she also stripped naked. Both parties kissed each other lustfully. Alicent moaned softly as Aenar licked and sucked, his feast her felicity.
If she'd thought of her undergarments provided the perfect friction, she was wrong; nothing compared to the warm, strong muscle of his tongue, moving more forcefully, as if powered by her juices; the wetter she became, the faster it moved.
Then, it was gone. The next thing she knew he stood her up and asked her to get on all four, to which Alicent turnedaround, placing her hands on the bed as she gripped hold of the sheets, swallowing hard for she could feel his bulge poking her.
Aenar rubbed her ass, and smacked it.
Alicent winced.
The Prince then took a cloth and tied her mouth in a gagging form, not to let anyone Otto Hightower's daughter as he takes her maiden head, then fucks her in love.
"This may hurt, i cannot help it, I promise. But it should only be the first time." He stays carefully say, rubbing her clit with his cock teasingly.
Alicent dripped of her wetness as Aenar kissed her bum, fingered her vulva to get her body aroused even more in ecstacy then after her body was horny enough, begging to be devoured, then in the middle of romance, Prince Aenar drove his shaft into her very wet core breaking her hymen.
Alicent shuts her eyes in pain as Aenar pushed into her with ease, his hard ten inch cock stretching her just the right amount, as always.
"F-fuck you're so tight" Aenar hissed and groaned as he grasped her hips and began thrusting slowly for half and hour, hours and hours of his own pent-up desire, fuelling each lunge into her, the silky sheath of his steel member massaging the walls of her core.
Then by the time his cock could go freely, with Alicent body already adjusted to his size. Aenar began pacing faster and hotter.
Gagged, Alicent had thought his tongue provided the perfect friction? She was wrong again; it was his cock, every inch of it, stimulating the entire length of her canal, each thrust sending sparks through her.
Aenar pulled her hair back, smacking her bum, while giving her deep strokes.
Alicent moaned softly over the clothe tied on her mouth, bent over, gripping the sheets as far as she could as Aenar pulling his cock in and out even deeper, dragging at each ridge of her core wall with every thrust.
The Hightower loved both the pain and pleasure, she was glad it was Aenar that took her virginity. She's always wondered how he'd feel inside of her and she thought wrong. He makes her feel good, warm and loved.
"Ooohh! Ah!"
"Fuck me! Make me yours! "
"Oh yes....mmmm... F-fuck me ah!"
"This is good! Oh this is so fuckin good!
"Fuck Aenar! Fuck I love you!" She mumbled over the cloth gagging her mouth as Aenar Targaryen pleasured her core with his dragon cock, each thrust set Alicent's body on fire yearning to be touched and fucked by the King's brother.
The Hightower hoped the Prince continues to find her desirable and soils her womb with his seeds in the future, that is if the Seven Gods would forgive their sins of sex and fornication for it was good. Oh! Alicent felt the sin was good as Aenar flipped her over to missionary, removed the gag from her mouth as he thrusted deep into her core, while she offered soft moans in his ears, scratching his back as he groans and grunts, piping her down.
Their bodies were enclosed to each other as Alicent Hightower legs danced in the air, numb but aroused in ecstacy of romance and love gleaming in her honey brown orbs.
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