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"What are you doing?" Aemon turned to the king, surprised, since his question had no connection with what they had discussed so far. However, after the queen had departed, he constantly felt his father's sharp gaze upon him. This was a very challenging situation.
"I'm alright, I suppose." He chuckled, trying to break the tension between them, however, Jaehaerys continued to stare at him sternly, his lilac eyes had become darker now.
"Don't make a fool of yourself, Aemon. You know what I speak of."
He was in no mood to pretend that all was well after the suspicions they had with Jocelyn and Saera. The riddle still remained unresolved above their heads and the conversation with Cass did nothing but complicate the situation and make it worse.
"I sent them too far from us, but there is a reason for that. I did it for the protection of their marriage. I didn't mean to offend my sister if she saw the woman here, the belly full of my brother's bastard babe."
"What the seven hells are you telling me?" Jaehaerys' look narrows further on his eldest son's face.
"Your lady mother fixed that. The girl has no business being here. She was well paid, and the Iron Throne will look after the rest when her child is born."
Aemon was no longer able to hide his displeasure. This particular situation was quite a mess and it was supposed that the king would be slow to learn of the existence of these matters.
"Doesn't seem to be that important to Cass."
"Doesn't that mean so much to Cass? She is nothing but a handmaiden. What leads her to believe that her opinion is more important than that of the Iron Throne? Are you implying that she's questioning my authority?"
I don't think she cares that much about our authority. Aemon thought very upset. She claims to be very afraid, but she won't say why. But what makes her feel that way if she has nothing to hide?
"I'm not suggesting she casts doubt on your authority, Father, but she's hiding something. I wasn't going to ruin everything or hurt my sister, but she asked to see him. Septon Bart tried to convince her that it was wrong, that Baelon is a married man now, but when she insisted, I took the blame."
"And now you feel doubly responsible because things didn't go the way you thought they would, son?" The king's voice softly softened, and gently caressed his eldest on the shoulder.
"It's no fault of yours, but I still don't understand what you're trying to hide from me."
"We... I was having second thoughts, Your Grace." He tried to avoid referring to Jocelyn and Saera and their contribution to this one. The situation was already very confusing and this would only worsen matters.
"I'm not certain of her innocence. I may be mistaken, but I believe she knows something about the conspiracy against us."
"What the hell, Aemon? Lord Peake is dead, and Lord Buckler is exiled to the Wall, along with those who chose to repent, but whose sins were heavy enough to be pardoned."
"You're right, Father, but I get the feeling we've missed something." Aemon's eyes, instead of the king's face, rested on the window opposite him.
"She's terrified, and she's definitely hiding something, but I can't figure that out."
"So her presence here is a result of questioning..."
"The result of a friendly discussion that gave the least result I expected." Aemon sighed. "However, I did grant her the favor of living here as long as necessary, so that she could feel safe for herself and the babe. Maybe now she'll trust me more."
"I'm sure you'll learn more about it - actually, I'm sure. Nevertheless... when I asked you what you were doing, son, I never meant that."
Jaehaerys face lit up with a smirk on his face, his eyes narrowed again on the face of the Prince of Dragonstone, and this time Aemon couldn't help but look at him.
"You mean you didn't know?"
"No, I was talking about you and your sister, Saera; Aemon. You've been very close these days, and I wonder what's really going on between you two. Anything more would be wrong now, you don't want to ruin our good relationship with House Rogare, do you?"
"You don't have to worry, I'm glad she's home. That's all."
Aemon breathed deeply.
"So you didn't know anything at all?" Deep down, he couldn't believe he had destroyed the secret of his plan all by himself.
"No! I had no knowledge. However, I will not have the time to deal with it now. I'd send Baelon to White Harbor, for lord Desmond's wedding, but now that he is far away I'll have to make that trip myself, but not alone."
"The mother must take care of Boremund's engagement!" He bit his lip just after the sentence, Aemon, how can you be such a fool? You disclosed on your own that you had arranged secrets with these girls.
Jocelyn and Saera will make fun of you.
"This is why it is not your mother who will come with me, but your daughter, and Baelon's eldest son, Aemon." Jaehaerys once again touched the prince's shoulder, patting him on the back. "However, the next time you want to keep something from me, let your wife and sister talk about it on your behalf. They're a hell of a lot better at excuses."
Fuck you, Aemon.
Not only did you show you had plans in mind, but you couldn't even protect your daughter from a future she might not want to have.
They had discussed it with Baelon, they had agreed that it was the best solution for their future, but deep down he knew that this union would never have deep feelings beyond a friendly familiarity.
"I sure as hell don't want to go, my queen." Jaehaerys sighed, kissing her wrists, before pulling the furs to cover their bodies, placing his queen more comfortably in his arms. "But I have to. We need to further strengthen our relations with the Manderlys if this plan is to succeed. And also a few days away from the court may bring out grandchildren closer together."
"Perhaps the cold of the North will bring them together," replied Alysanne, but without really believing in it. Rhaenys feels Viserys as her brother, not more.
"Anyway, hopefully this opportunity will be a good start for them, Alysanne." Jaehaerys sighed into her hair. "With this new information, our family will require more dragonriders. The girl-"
"You can't use my granddaughter for that, Jaehaerys. For a threat that exists within your mind alone. For the love of the gods, Draeko is concerned about his wife and the welfare of his house, not the dragons."
"However, Draeko has Valyrian blood from our ancestral kin, and his offspring with Saera can certainly claim a dragon anyway because of her own blood. If that happens, it's going to be a disaster for our house."
"If that happens, Jaehaerys. But in the Free Cities they hate dragons. If the Rogares returned to Lys with a hatchling, it would lead to a series of assassination attempts against them. Against our daughter and grandson! Draeko and Marron aren't that stupid, so don't keep pushing Rhaenys! She's still a child."
Alysanne's voice softened at the end, particularly when the king's fingers brushed her thigh on the white fabric of her chemise.
"You were that old when we got married, my love." He whispered in her ear.
"And you never laid me for two years, Jae, when you were older than me. Don't expect Viserys to court Rhaenys when he's three years younger than her."
"Come here." He squeezed her tighter as her lips found his. "I am curious and strict at times, I know, I treat all of you like this, even you who are my closest ally and my loyal consort, my Aly. But I just want to make our inheritance strongest, my love. When we were young, we found a kingdom bleeding from war; I want us to leave a quiet land so that our children can reign safely."
The memories of their past had always been a sweet thing within their hearts.
"We had to go on that trip together! We have so much time to leave this court of ours." Alysanne complained then. "Just the two of us, our dragons and the never-ending blue sky."
"The grey northern sky you mean." He chuckled. "I would like you to be with me, but also I need you here, my love. Our half-brother's betrothal is an excuse - a falsehood!"
"Jaehaerys, our brother needs some happiness in his life, and inheritors too! Lady Massey will give him happiness and sons, I'm sure of that." Alysanne gently scolded him.
"I know, but Aemon is cooking something behind our backs. Cass is here, asking if she can see Baelon-"
"I know." She interrupted him with her thumb on his lips. "Did you really think that there was something I didn't know? I will be your ears and eyes for as long as required. After all, the happiness of my children is more important to me."
Generally speaking, Baelon should not be angry! The hospitality of the Evenstar of Tarth was wonderful. The dinner that had been prepared in his and Viserra's honor was rich and plentiful, and the chamber they had been granted was a huge room with its own solar, elegant furniture, large windows overlooking the sea, a cozy canopy bed and a small private bathroom.
The lord and lady of Tarth were friendly and welcoming, the servants worked in harmony and... The lord's youngest son never misses a chance to flirt with Viserra all the time.
Baelon didn't have any reason to get jealous. He had earned his spurs at the age of six and ten, was a dragonrider whose mount was Vhagar, the legendary mount of Queen Visenya, and also holding her sword. Dark Sister's valyrian steel used to sing in his hands. To be jealous of the boys who were still breastfeeding was foolish, they were children, with no experience and no interest.
And yet Baelon was so jealous that he felt anger boiling in his chest like it was Vhagar's own fire. Gods, this was horrible.
The fucking feeling in his heart was horrible and she was so beautiful and that made the torment in the Spring Prince's mind worse.
Viserra's black dress was a perfect fit for her pale skin.
The skirt was long, and wide enough to hide her swollen belly, while the upper part was tightened to beautifully highlight her breast.
The low square cut of her gown left some skin of her chest exposed, while the fabric on her shoulders and chest was embroidered with shiny black dragon scales. The long black sleeves of her gown made her hands more elegant and longer.
She had rejected the idea of too much jewelry to wear a special pearl necklace and her rings.
Having bathed shortly before, she had let her silky curls fall down on her shoulders.
Viserra was the most beautiful of his sisters and she was always surrounded by a crowd of boys.
Of course, it bothered him ever since he started to have feelings for her, but he hoped it would end when they saw her pregnant with his child.
Alas, this was probably only the hope of a fool.
"I'm excited to see more of the island, big brother. This is a lovely place." Viserra whispered as they returned back to their chamber.
"Aemon was right about the trip."
Baelon knows his anger as well as he knows Vhagar's flame or Dark Sister's blade. Both could be lost in the world, and still, his wrath would be capable of fighting an entire army. Even so, he had tried to control it recently, but without much success.
So instead of allowing his anger to guide him, he took her hand without leaving a single word out of his mouth and continued to walk in haste.
"Do you think there will be enough sun in the coming days for us to have a swim? They said there are beautiful beaches throughout the island. And with our dragons, traveling around will be easy if the weather is warm. Sunfyre-"
"Yes, yes, I know. Your favorite boy loves the heat." He made fun of her, and he felt like such a fool to do that. For Seven's sake, this is wrong. She has to stay calm and I make her sad.
Viserra, however, continued to talk happily like a bird singing on a spring morning.
"We were supposed to have fun, brother, right? Isn't that why we're so far away from home? For the beaches and the warmth."
"You don't really think Aemon had that on his mind, do you, sister?" A small move around them revealed how upset he was.
"The beaches and the warmth?"
"You, flirting with a bunch of fools right in front of my eyes."
With a swift movement that left her no place for reaction, he pushed her body between his and the wall holding it there.
A part of him shouted how foolishly he behaved. This was the second time he had trapped her between a wall and his body, and the first one led to this perfectly round belly that looked like a big pumpkin.
At first there was a trace of fear in her eyes, but it vanished when their lips met in a hungry kiss that dragged on.
"I don't think we can here, big brother."
She murmured in his ear, her mouth went down to pinch his neck skin with her teeth, and her words went straight to his half-hard cock.
"They can see us and on top of that, I can't balance myself well."
"There's nothing wrong with the first one."
His hoarse voice made her spine shiver and she felt moist between her legs. Since that night that he had spoken to her about Cass, Viserra really saw him, feeling that his behavior was different, like a fire burning from within. He loved her, no wonder.
"What about the other one, my beloved? You let your babies drop onto the cold floor?" Besides her raised eyebrow, it was her body that was leaning against his, driving him crazy with lust.
"No. At least not that huge belly of yours, my love."
"So you'd take me to the floor?" She pouts, but the gleam in her eyes showed more excitement than fear. "Would you do it, my dear brother?"
"Not now, my love, but I may do it in the future," He moaned. Ηe cupped both of her cheeks and claimed her mouth.
Viserra opened her lips a bit, inviting him in. He took it, his tongue exploring her mouth, his teeth teasing her tongue, making her breathless.
He parted their lips to breathe, "I have told you many times, you are mine." He growls before devouring her once more.
She feels her limbs shaking, weak and hopeless; she stares at him.
"You’re mine, Vis, you understand?" He asks; his violet eyes were dark and full of lust. All she did was shake her head.
He kisses her back on the lips, more gently this time; his hands fondle her round stomach.
"Say it, sweet sister, I want to hear it from your mouth."
She breathed deeply, "I am yours, brother!" She finally whispered, and she surrendered herself to him. Her defenses have been weakened once more.
Baelon smiles, the familiar boyish grin pours over his face.
"Avy jorrāelan, ñuha prūmia," ("I love you, my heart,") he said and kissed her again.
"Baelon," Viserra sighed when his fingers moved between her legs, over her dress, rubbing and stroking her. "Baelon, please!"
"Kostilus skoros, jorrāelagon prūmia?"
("Please what, dear heart?")
He pressed her wrist with his hand, making her moan, but not through pain. It was a sheer need, like what flowed between her legs.
"Let's go back to our room. I feel rather uncomfortable here."
"Gaomagon ao zūgagon issare caught? issi ao zūgagon bona se taoba qilōni courted kesā ūndegon īlva?"
("Do you fear being caught? Are you afraid that the boy who courted you will see us?")
"I don't..." She tried to read his face, to understand what his tight grip meant, but that was impossible.
"Se risk hen issare caught while verdagon jorrāelagon iksis dōna, dōna hāedar,"
("The risk of being caught while making love is sweet, sweet sister,) he finally told her.
"But if you insist we will continue when we go back to our chamber."
Back in their room, her dress and his garments were soon a mound on the ground. He had taken off all of his clothes before lying beside her on the bed, but Viserra still wore her shift.
He loved it when Viserra seemed so innocent, wearing white.
"You should have been more careful, brother," she muttered when he wrapped his arms around her body, stroking her stomach. "You ruined my dress."
"So maybe you should wear a dress that's easier to take off, sweetheart."
His thumbs brushed the bare skin of her shoulders, pulling the straps of her shift down slightly, sending a new shiver down her spine.
"And with a slightly tighter skirt, so that your perfect and round belly can be seen more."
"And why would I do that?"
Her question was never answered, because his hands slipped between her legs.
"Because I have you, my sweet sister. We've taken the same vows, and you're wearing my steel on your leg."
It wasn't her own leg she was looking at, but his, the same chain around his ankle made the warmth she felt in her navel extended over her entire body.
"You're not playing fair, Baelon." She sighed while his fingers stroked her inner thighs.
"When did I say I would play fair, my little dove?" His hand reaches higher and Vissera gasps at his touch. "Shhh, breathe. You'll like it like you always did. Let me listen to my little sister sing."
Instead of actually sliding his hand between her legs, he kissed her neck and pinched her nipples on the fabric of her shift, making her sigh.
"I think you're pretty ready now, hm?" It was one last question before he bit her earlobe.
"Baelon, you're torturing me!" He looked at her in amazement.
His finger had not slipped over the lace of her small clothes as he believed, but in her wet folds.
"You forgot a thing."
He chuckled, raising an eyebrow, sliding a finger into her slippery cunt.
"With my belly, I'm lucky to have clothes on, brother." She laughed. "I'm not sure what you think, but underclothes are often tiring for a woman who's expecting a child. It is easier to go without."
"Little minx, you play innocent, but I know what a dirty girl you are." He growled, moving his finger faster in and out of her.
"Baelon, please!" Her growing humidity made him sink another finger into her, making the heat under her navel the most intense.
"you're va moriot sīr lōz syt nyke, dōna riña."
("You're always so wet for me, sweet girl." )
"Mmmm, so perfect, so beautiful." She's dripping at his words, her walls tighten around his fingers and she reaches her peak.
"Baelon, Baelon please. This is as far as I can go."
Her plea instead of the result she hoped for simply brought a wild glow to his eyes.
"You look so beautiful when you come for me, my love. I guess I can put one more finger into your beautiful cunt."
"Please, it's too much," she whines. "The babe is squeezing me and your fingers are going to force me to make a mess again."
"I love your mess, sweet Vis," he replied, puts another finger in her cunt, stretches it, and prepares it well for his cock. "My sweet girl, my heart." He praises her and then showers her with kisses.
His thumb rises up against her swollen pearl while the rest of his fingers work inside and out of her and then he feels it again; her walls tighten around his finger, milking him desperately, "Oh fuuuuuck!" She yells and he chuckled.
When Baelon pulled out his hand Viserra hissed, she looked at him, wanting to beg but too prideful. He positioned himself between her legs, pushing her thin silk shift up to her waist.
"My beloved heart, how I like to be inside you when you're already so wet and soft from your orgasm," he whispered while pushing the tip of his cock into her.
He clenched his jaw to keep his sanity intact; she was too warm and welcoming. He wants to thrust all the way, coating himself on her sweet, warm wetness, but he recalled that it was too much for her condition.
Baelon kissed her again to relax, as he pushed further into her as slowly and gently as he could.
He felt the pressure he had created within her, even now that he had so carefully prepared her.
The pressure the baby was putting on her was big and her stomach had grown larger. It was amazing that she hid it so neatly beneath her dress.
"You are my brave girl," he praised her, and she smiled to his words.
"You spoiled me, brother mine," she breathed, as he moved slowly.
He growls as their hips finally meet; he breathes heavily, trying not to spill himself immediately; nothing could compare to his sweet sister, the way her cunt throb, the warmth, and how it drenches for him, she droves him mad with desire.
"Fuck, I feel so full." She moaned as his thrusts grew faster inside her and grasped his ass to give him a sense of rhythm.
"And I feel complete!" He kisses her again, his tongue sliding into her mouth and his hands cupping her round stomach.
"I think you can go faster, brother," said she, and he nodded, he moved faster, and she moaned beneath him. "Fuck, I'm so close, Baelon!" She whimpers; the Spring Prince groaned and pumped her faster.
"Come for me, sweet sister." He said. And she does; she bites his shoulder as her sweet cunt milked him dry, "Fuck…" He cursed as he spilled his seed deep inside her, and he kept thrusting until he became soft.
"Avy jorrāelan, ābrazȳrys.
("I love you, wife.")
He said breathlessly, collapsing beside her, but his head resting on her breast and his hand still cupping her belly.
"se Avy jorrāelan tolī, ñuha zaldrītsos."
"And I love you too, my little dragon."
Viserra fondle Baelon's hair, smiling happily; there is nothing that can keep them apart, they have their place in the world.
"Avy jorrāelan, valzȳrys."
("I love you, husband.") "Even if you ruined another one of my clothes."
She said, not even looking; Baelon knew she was pouting, and he laughed.
It was something more than he ever dreamed of.