A Lannister On Dragonstone (Page 83)

~~~(POV: Raenon Targaryen)~~~

~~~(Location: Bedroom, Narrow Sea, Dragonstone)~~~

~~~(Current Age: 17 Years)~~~

~~~(Date: 301 AC)~~~

Dany and Margaery are wrapped around each other as I make my way out of bed. After the last couple of days, they're both exhausted. We've not left the bedroom except for food and water. The handmaidens have been taking care of the kids.

The cool sea breeze from the window sends small chills up and down my body. I've read the letters from my commanders in the field. Oberyn is waiting in the South, marching across the Red Mountains. Once he reaches the Stormlands, he'll halt his forces.

My forces will be waiting in the Reach under House Tyrell's care. Once they make it to the Reach, that is. It's not that long of a trek from where I left them. I'm glad my second wife's family is proving to be of some use.

Walking over to the balcony and stepping outside only takes a second. Loose pants are all that I'm wearing at the moment. It's a little too chilly to be in the buff.

Violet eyes stare out into the vast sea. Off in the far distance, I can see approaching ships. Carrying the Targaryen flag. Varys has been in touch with me, and he's almost here.

With Tyrion Lannister.

I'm as thankful to the Lannisters as much as I hate them. Without their betrayal in the Rebellion, Dany and I wouldn't have the lives we have now. We wouldn't have dragons.

We wouldn't be married and have three beautiful children.

Varys has informed me through our letters that Tyrion is the only Lannister worth trusting. How his family has treated him. Betrayed him and made him a fool and symbol.

While pain inflicted by the ones who are supposed to love you the most can be an excellent motivator for vengeance, it's not like Tyrion is promising to side with me.

"Gold Dragon for your thoughts?"

A steady, creamy voice that would melt the rational thoughts of any man comes from behind me. I slowly turn around, and Margaery stands in the doorway with only a blanket wrapped around her. Her belly is so big it's forcing its way out of the blanket.

I walk over to her and hold out my hand. Guiding her to one of the free chairs and sitting across from her. I lift her feet and place them on my lap.

"A Gold Dragon is too expensive for the thoughts of someone I love dearly."

A bright smile forms on her lips as she hears the caring tone in my voice. Her eyes lower a little and look at me like a woman and man look at one another when thoughts unbecoming enter the mind.

As I massage her swollen feet, memories of the old days return. Times of when I did this for my other special lady. It's something I did for Dany when she was pregnant; doing it for Margaery is no problem at all.

"How about something better then..."

Her voice becomes lower and more enticing. Her voice has a sultry edge as she stands up and moves to me. She spreads the blanket apart and shows me her body. She softly crawls on my lap, pushing her bare body against my naked chest.

"Mmmmm..."

She releases a small moan as she feels my hard and toned muscles against her body. Now that she's on me, she wraps the blanket around us. Her hands wrap around me, and she locks lips with me.

We pull apart to get some air. Her eyes look into mine, and I see a woman who genuinely cares and loves me. A look I see in Dany.

"How was that? Can I hear what you're thinking now?"

The teasing and energetic tone I get from her causes me to chuckle. Under the blanket, my hands softly trace down her back and rest on her plump end. Squeezing it gently.

"Fuaa..."

She closes her eyes and leans forward. Placing her head in the nook between my shoulder and head.

"More than enough, my golden rose..."

My pet name for her isn't one I pull out often. Only during the times when we're intimate or alone. A way for her to know that I think about and care about her. That I love her.

"Tyrion Lannister will be here within the next two hours. Along with my ally in Kings Landing, Varys. I'll be meeting with them in the throne room."

She lifts her head from the nook and looks at me. Her hand traces the side of my face with a touch only a woman can produce.

"Tyrion Lannister isn't a man with much honor or integrity. If he's willing to betray his own flesh and blood, he'll betray you too."

That is sound advice from a woman who has spent many more years in politics than me. A fool wouldn't listen to her.

"You're not wrong. But Tyrion has experience running the Seven Kingdoms. Both as a Hand and Master of Coin. While my experience in ruling over Freedom Bay has enlightened me, I need someone like Tyrion."

Before I can continue talking about the man on his way here, the wondering hands of my wife find their way to the waist of my pants. The dragon between my legs becomes hard. Her hands wrap around it and pull it free.

Her eyes meet mine as she pushes her body against mine and lines it up. Seems she's done talking about Tyrion.

And so am I.

~~~(POV: Tyrion Lannister)~~~

~~~(Location: Row Boat, Narrow Sea, Dragonstone)~~~

~~~(Current Age: 37 Years)~~~

~~~(Date: 301 AC)~~~

Varys and I stare at the ancient and abstract castle as the rowboat continues closing in on the shore. Unsullied soldiers are waiting on the beach. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't scared. The stories of Raenon have spread all over the world.

I don't know if I'll survive this day, but I have better chances of living through the coming war with Raenon than I do with my family.

Once we reach shore, an Unsullied steps forward.

"Welcome to Dragonstone, Lannister. The King waits for you."

He spins around, walking toward the dragon-decorated gates. Varys and I follow behind and take in the beautiful views of Dragonstone. It's the first time I've been here.

GGGRRRAAAAAAAA!!!!

Varys and I fall to the ground and cover our heads. Only to realize we're the only ones on the ground after a few seconds. I stand up and look at the sky. A cream-colored dragon starts a circle around the castle.

"That is Vaelor. The dragon of King Raenon's eldest daughter, Princess Alysanne."

The girl isn't even five years old yet, and she has the scariest fucking thing I've seen in my entire life.

Instead of heading to the throne room like Varys and I previously thought, we're brought to a large opening near a cliff. The Unsullied give off no signs or signals we're about to die, but Varys is as nervous as I am.

Frop...

What was that?

FROP...

Are those...

FROP!!!

My head slowly and methodically turns in the direction of the sound. Off the cliffside, near the cloudline in the distance. The underside of a great beast breaks through the white puffiness all men dream of flying through.

Only for the whole body to completely break through.

"Holy shit."

The words leave my lips in a rushed whisper.

RRRRRRRRHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGG!!!

I nearly fall to the ground as the great dragon roars. I feel it travel through my entire body. The dragon that belongs to Raenon lands with a steady and graceful impact. Shaking the ground as it does.

Varys and I step back and stare. Watching as the dragon lifts its head and stares down at us. The Wall in the North is the only thing I've seen larger than this beast.

After a few seconds, it lowers its head. That's when I see him. On the back of the dragon. Climbing off it and taking a moment to speak in Valyrian to the beast.

Raenon gives it a few stretches before it spreads its wings and leaps off the cliff. Taking to the sky once again.

The young King turns to us and carries a slightly amused expression.

"Rhaenys loves taking morning trips. It's been a few days since we had one."

I can't help releasing a worried and amused chuckle.

His eyes shift between Varys and me.

"Let us go inside and speak. There is a lot to discuss. It's my first time meeting a Lannister, so I hope you'll forgive me for taking extra precautions."

We're slowly escorted to the throne room of Dragonstone. My attention is on Raenon. Taking in all his features. It's moments like these I curse the Gods for forcing me to be around someone so attractive.

It's like being around Jaime when we were out drinking. Women looked through me like I was a ghost. No man likes to be humbled so.

Especially considering how beautiful his two wives are.