Chapter 11: Chapter 11

After Rhaegon wakes up and sees from the window that nightfall is about to fall, he thinks about preparing to go to clean himself asking the maids to pour warm water into the bathtub that he saw in the bathroom.

Having no choice and needing them to get up to get ready too, he starts caressing the back of the girls slowly trying to wake them up "Wake up, we need to prepare for the evening".

"Mhmm...let me rest a little more brother..." Rhaenya softly whispers the words barely awaking.

"No...wake up!" Rhaegon raises his brow at her antics and mischievously slaps her ass softly.

"MmmMhm!!!.. Don't...Don't hit my ass, I will wake up" Rhaenya now more enthusiastic starts moving.

Now that this one wakes up, he starts looking for Vaenya who looks into his eyes, already awake with the noise. "Good girl" Rhaegon praises Vaenya and kisses her lips while caressing her ass "Mhm...Brother.." Vaenya moans in his mouth.

After separating from Vaenya then he kisses Rhaenya who is looking at him with expecting eyes while fondling carefully her budding tits.

"Alright, get up." Rhaegon puts on his pants and goes inside the bathroom and sees there are two big buckets with water and a sink basin also with water but the bathtub is dry, not one drop in there.

Leaving the room he sees the girls awake enough "Good" says while giving them the thumbs up. And goes to the door to look outside to see if there is anyone to come to their rescue to fill the bathtub.

Stepping out of the room he sees in the hallways a cutie freckled ginger girl pretty tall but with a young face standing in a corner next to the stairs a little bored, but when she sees him her face instantly changes to one of happiness and enthusiasm, her eyes brimming practically with happiness.

"M'lord, M'lord" The maid comes walking fastly to his side while taking hold of the hem of her dress and calling him.

"M'lord, finally you are awake, I was trying to call you to see if you needed help with something, but no one answered the door." The girl starts talking to him a little fast.

"Ahoy, girl" Rhaegon saluted her smiling.

"Ahoy? M'lord?" The redhaired girl looks at him while she moves her head to one side a little confused about the wording.

Rhaegon snickered but moved on "Nothing, just a greeting, you came just in time, I need help from you."

"Can you fetch a few more servants to help me fill the bathtub in my room? I need to prepare myself before the feast starts"

"Yes, m'lord, I would look that at once, also I am here to notify you that my Lady Jeyne left to your family disposition available a group of seamstresses in case you should need them."

Seeing that she would solve the problem of the water he was happy enough and now knowing about the seamstresses he thought for a second before nodding and accepting the goodwill, after all, clothes help to enhance a person's charisma and how the other people perceive someone in a first impression and how he is. "Send the seamstresses too, I would like to have a change of clothes, send my gratitude to Lady Jeyne."

"You are a lifesaver, what's your name my dear" Rhaegon takes advantage and touches the girl's hands before asking.

The girl blushed visibly at the close contact with the boy, she already was fascinated by his looks and now seeing him touch her she didn't know what to do for a second, before coming back to her senses "Sasha, m'lord" shyly answering him.

"Sasha!. What a lovely name. Thank you again for your help Sasha, I will be waiting for the arrangements inside the room."

After that Rhaegon goes inside while Sasha takes a long look at his naked torso and back as he leaves, exhaling a little while fawning herself she promptly takes again hold of the hem of her dress leaving as fast as she came.

In the dimly lit bedroom, Rhaegon finds his sisters waiting for him. They're sitting on the bed, their heads together, giggling softly. As he enters, they both look up, their eyes gleaming with amusement and anticipation.

"Well, well, look who finally decided to grace us with his presence, you took your time with that servant" Rhaenya teases, her voice dripping with mock exasperation.

Rhaegon smirks, striding over to them. "Would you two prefer if I stayed away?" he asks, a playful edge to his voice as he leans down to kiss Rhaenya's forehead. His hand, however, doesn't stop at her forehead. It drifts down to her breast, squeezing gently before moving on to Vaenya, who's leaning towards him eagerly. He kisses her too, his hand lingering on her breast for a moment before he straightens up. "I couldn't bear to keep you waiting," he says, a wicked glint in his eye.

"You're insatiable, brother," Rhaenya comments, her cheeks flushed with a mix of embarrassment and excitement. Vaenya just grins, her eyes sparkling. Rhaegon shrugs, a mischievous smile playing on his lips. "Can't help it, can I?" he replies, turning towards the bathroom. As he walks, he runs his hand over his crotch, adjusting his already growing erection.

The bathroom is a stark reminder of the age they're in, "Fuck, look at this shit," he mutters to himself, a grimace on his face.

'People always want to live in the middle ages, but when you need to shit or pee in this kind of conditions, it's not so fucking funny and happy anymore.'

'At least this bathroom we could say it's a fancy one it has on one side a structure like a cabinet with the height of a chair to sit made of bricks, in there is a hole where you can shit while sitting, and in front there is a door to open and put the chamber pot or a bucket then remove his content as needed.'

'He could also see a few new toiletries, a shit cleaner, a fancy name for a stick, and clothes.'

"Aagh, shit, here we go again." Suspiring he goes to do his everyday needs to be safe later on, cursing again this age technology, that there wasn't a bloody bidet, the best invention in the world for having a clean ass all the time, you gotta love the French for that, back in Dragonstone he commissioned a little horse to be made and was good enough to alleviate this insufferable world, it is better than having a groom of the stool, that is a man helping to wipe your ass as royalty did, maybe if a woman wiped my ass would be better, still, that is damn awkward for me.

Looking at the bucket nearby with water and a lid on top he thinks one of those would do the job.

He sits down, cursing the absence of modern plumbing again. After doing his business and cleaning himself with the bucket of water and a rag, he washes his hands in a bowl filled with water, then steps out of the bathroom, leaving the door open to air out the smell.

There's a knock at the door, and Sasha enters, followed by a line of servants carrying buckets of hot water. "M'lord, we brought water for your bath," she announces, curtsying slightly. Rhaegon steps aside, allowing them to pass. "Thank you, Sasha," he says, then turns to one of the servants, a plump woman who looks fairly common with a no-nonsense look.

"Could you clean the chamber pot and the water buckets, then fill them again, please?" The woman nods and sets to work.

Next come the seamstresses, a group of women carrying bolts of fabric and boxes of tools. Rhaegon directs them towards his sisters. "Ladies, get them measured and dressed first. I'll be right with you," he tells them, then turns to the two seamstresses who remain. They begin to measure him, asking about the color and style he prefers. "Black," he says without hesitation.

They show him fabrics, expensive ones, explaining the designs they have in mind. He listens, nods, and approves, his mind only half on the conversation. His attention is divided between the seamstresses and his sisters, who are being helped into beautiful dresses.

When the servants finally leave after a long time, having filled the bathtub with warm water and the attires made, Rhaegon turns to his sisters. He takes their hands, leading them to the bath. "Come on, let's clean you up," he says, helping them in.

He washes them thoroughly, scrubbing every part of their bodies. His hands linger on their breasts, his thumb circling their nipples, and he cups their pussies, sliding his fingers between the lips. They giggle and squirm, trying to dodge his hands, but he just grins, continuing his teasing.

Finally, he sits on the edge of the tub, his cock already hard from their play. "Come here," he says, pulling Rhaenya closer.

She kneels between his legs, her hands reaching for his cock. Vaenya joins her, her smaller hands wrapping around his shaft. They start to lick and suck him together, their tongues swirling around the head, their lips sliding down his length. Rhaegon throws his head back, enjoying their attention.

"Ah, you two are insatiable as well," he murmurs, running his fingers through their hair. Just then, the door creaks open. They all turn to see Visenya standing there, her expression unreadable. "Mother," Rhaegon greets, but his voice is calm despite the situation.

But inside he was pretty awkwardly and excited seeing his mother look at them, just as his sisters had their tongues sticking out licking him between their lips. It was exciting enough that with a low groan, he exploded right there his thick seed spurting into their faces as Visenya watched his beautiful paint.

"The feast is about to start. You should all be ready by now," she says, her eyes sweeping over the scene in the bathroom. She makes no comment on their activities, simply stating, "Come, we must go." and leaves out for them to clean.

The girls cup all the seed out of their faces into their hands and swallow it all, relishing in the warm, creamy flavor.

"Good girls," he praises, running his fingers through their hair and then patting their heads proudly.

Rhaegon washes himself fast and then helps his sisters out of the tub. He dries them off, then turns to his mother as they exit. "You look stunning, Mother," he comments, appreciating her hourglass figure and the generous cleavage displayed by her dress. "You always do," he adds, a smirk playing on his lips.

Visenya raises an eyebrow and smiles but says nothing, just turns and walks out of the room, expecting them to follow. Rhaegon exchanges a look with his sisters, then shrugs and starts dressing as the girls.

"Let's go, then," he says, leading the way to the feast. Outside they meet their father and moved as one entity from their chambers to the great hall below, where the feast awaited them.

The sound of their steps echoed through the corridors of the Hightower, mingling with the distant music and laughter from the feast below.

Aegon, in his embellished attire, led the family group, followed closely by Visenya, her purple eyes scanning with an appraising gaze. Behind her walked Rhaegon, Vaenya, and Rhaenya, the triplets linked arm in arm, their silver-gold hair glistening under the torchlight.

Upon entering the vast banquet hall, the Targaryens were met by a fanfare of trumpets and a cascade of cheers from the assembled guests.

Manfred Hightower, resplendent in a rich robe of crimson and white, stood at the head of the high table.

Beside him were his family: Addam and his wife Ellyn, Garmon his youngest son, Ser Gerold, Jeyne his wife, Ladon his Septon son, and his grandchildren Young Manfred and Patrice, who clapped her hands in excitement, along with his four daughters Evelyn, Cassandra, Seraphina, and Lyanna.

"Behold Aegon Targaryen of house Targaryen, Dragonlord of Dragonstone!" cried the announcer, his voice booming across the hall.

Aegon bowed, his smile broad as he took in the sea of faces turned toward him. Manfred stepped forward, his solid, well-built frame garnering attention. "Welcome, welcome, dear guests," he said, his voice a blend of jollity and sincerity.

"I present to you the honorable Visenya Targaryen and her children, Rhaegon, Vaenya, and Rhaenya. Let us celebrate their arrival in Oldtown!"

The cheers redoubled, and Manfred gestured for the Targaryens to ascend the dais.

He introduced the members of his own family and the lords and ladies of the subordinate houses who had come by invitation.

Among them were Lord Raymund Beesbury of Honeyholt, Lord Martin Bulwer of Blackcrown, Lord Leo Costayne of Three Towers, Lord Toman Cuy of Sunhouse, and Lord Corbus Mullendore of Uplands.

From House Redwyne, a close lordly house to the Hightowers, Lord Zane and his daughters were also present.

Rhaegon, with his easy confidence, was quick to engage in conversation, his purple eyes dancing as he spoke with Evelyn Hightower, the eldest of Manfred's daughters. Evelyn, with her long, flowing golden blonde hair and tall, statuesque figure, carried herself with an air of wisdom and allure that was not lost on the young Targaryen.

She spoke softly, her large blue eyes sparkling with a touch of mischief, as Rhaegon listened, his attention focused entirely on her.

Meanwhile, Vaenya and Rhaenya were drawn into a dance with Cassandra Hightower and Seraphina, Manfred's other daughters.

The music started, and the four young women moved gracefully across the polished floor, their laughter blending with the melody.

Cassandra, her dark chestnut brown hair cascading down her back, her green eyes curious and expressive, asked Vaenya about life at Dragonstone.

Rhaenya spoke with Seraphina who had gray eyes and her platinum blonde hair adorned with delicate silver pins, about the dragons they had ridden.

Young Manfred and Patrice, Manfred Hightower's grandchildren, watched the Targaryens with awe.

Young Manfred, already displaying a keen interest in the art of war, asked Rhaegon about his dragons.

He just laughed inside while answering vaguely his questions, with his main focus on the hotter Evelyn, seeing how eager the young woman was to him.

Patrice, her bright green eyes full of life and excitement, clung to Visenya's hand, asking endless questions about her hair and her eyes.

Visenya smiled and indulged the girl, her own purple eyes reflecting a warmth that hinted at the strength beneath.

The feast continued with a myriad of delicacies, brought forth on platters of silver and gold, served by pages in livery of the house color.

Minstrels played, and jugglers tossed flaming torches in the air. The laughter was loud, and the wine flowed freely.

Manfred, in particular, indulged, his cheeks flushed as he regaled his guests with tales of old. His wife, Jeyne, looked on with a smile that seemed to hold a secret, her golden blonde hair framing her face beautifully, her dark eyes wise and kind.

As the evening wore on, Evelyn managed to slip away from the crowd and took Rhaegon's arm, leading him out onto the terrace.

The night was warm, and the stars shone brightly above. Evelyn leaned against the balustrade, her eyes shining in the starlight, her breath coming quickly. "I have seen you, Rhaegon," she whispered, her voice husky.

"I have seen you, and I know what I want."

Rhaegon, taken aback but not displeased, raised an eyebrow. "And what is it that you want, my lady?" he asked, his voice low.

"You," Evelyn replied boldly. "I have desired of you since first I saw you today at the gates from the distance. I have dreamt of your touch, your strength..." She reached out, her fingers brushing against his arm, and Rhaegon felt a spark.

He smiled and took her hand, drawing her closer. Evelyn's heart pounded as Rhaegon's lips met hers, and she melted against him.

He wasn't one to reject free meat, so he took her right there, worst to worst he would make her one of my many wives later on, but of course, if they had descendence they would be royalty but wouldn't get access to the throne, he thought of making a law designed like the Pauline Laws dictating the law of succession and who could they marry the members of the royal family. Only the pure Targaryen blood could sit on the throne be it a Queen or King.

Another thing is that she was eighteen name days, he could fuck her with no second thoughts, differently from his sisters. He also doesn't even get so far with his mother.

Unseen, Cassandra watched from a distance, her eyes wide with surprise. She hesitated a moment, then followed them onto the terrace.

Seeing her sister in Rhaegon's embrace, Cassandra's heart quickened, and she moved silently behind a pillar.

She watched as Rhaegon and Evelyn kissed, their bodies pressed tightly together. Then, as Rhaegon's hand moved to her sister's breast, Cassandra bit her lip and stepped forward.

"Evelyn," she said softly, her voice quivering. "I—I am sorry to interrupt, but I must speak with Rhaegon."

Evelyn looked up, her blue eyes clouded with desire. Rhaegon turned, his own eyes heavy-lidded.

Cassandra's heart pounded as she saw the look they exchanged, the silent message that passed between them. "I... I want you too, Rhaegon," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "Since the first moment, I saw you. I know I should not, also my sister should not, because father should the one to send our hands to the marriage he considers... but I cannot help it, like Evelyn."

Bloody hell, what's the matter with today? I got my luck attribute buffed to max or what. A pair of sisters wanting him on the first day of seeing and knowing each other, both hot ones, even if he doesn't like house Hightower because of their future descendants of it making him biased, right now, he fucking loves this house. Maybe is my dick talking.

Rhaegon smiled and took Cassandra's hand, drawing her closer. "And I have wanted you, Cassandra," he said softly, his voice thick with desire. He looked from her to Evelyn and back again, a wicked grin spreading across his face. "Perhaps we can find a way to please us all."

Evelyn's breath caught, and she watched as Rhaegon led Cassandra away, his arm around her waist. "But... but I have never..." Cassandra stammered, her voice a soft whisper. Rhaegon smiled and kissed her gently, his fingers tracing the line of her neck. "Then tonight you will," he promised.

Together, they moved further along the terrace, away from the light and sound of the feast, Evelyn's heart raced as she watched Rhaegon lead Cassandra away his hand resting possessively on her waists. The sister's cheeks flushed with excitement, and their eyes sparkled in anticipation of what was to come.

The sight of them together stirred a deep, desire within her, one she could no longer suppress. She followed them silently into the tower, until they finally reached Rhaegon's chamber, and he quickly closed the door behind them. The room was dimly lit by a few scattered candles, casting a warm glow across the space.

Inside, Rhaegon turned to face the sisters, his eyes with lust. He pulled Cassandra close, his lips finding hers in a heated kiss. Evelyn watched, her thighs clenching with need, as Rhaegon's hands roamed over Cassandra's curves, caressing and exploring every inch of her body. Cassandra whimpered into Rhaegon's mouth, her hands tangling in his hair as he undressed her with deliberate slowness, revealing her pale skin to the cool air.

Finally, Cassandra stood naked before them, her petite form but with more than modest breasts heaving with every ragged breath. Rhaegon stepped back, his gaze roaming over her body, drinking in every detail. He turned to Evelyn, reaching out to caress her cheek.

"Undress for me," he commanded softly, his voice thick with desire.

Evelyn's fingers trembled as she unlaced her bodice, letting the heavy fabric slide down her arms to pool at her feet. She stepped out of her skirts, revealing her slim legs and the soft patch of curls between them. Rhaegon groaned at the sight, his arousal straining against his breeches.

He stepped closer to Evelyn, pressing his body against hers as he captured her lips in a fierce kiss. His hands roamed over her back, pulling her even closer as their tongues danced together. Evelyn moaned into his mouth, feeling the heat of his desire pressing against her belly.

Rhaegon's hands slid down to cup Evelyn's rear, lifting her up and carrying her to the bed. He laid her down gently, his eyes never leaving hers as he undressed himself. Evelyn gasped as she saw his manhood for the first time, thick and ready for her. She reached out to touch him, marveling at the silky smoothness of his skin.

As he leaned over her, Cassandra joined them, pressing her lithe body against his side. She kissed and nipped at Rhaegon neck, her hands caressing his chest and stomach.

Being teased like this by these two Rhaegon suddenly stood up, guiding the girls to kneel before him, a thrill ran through Evelyn's body. She had dreamed of this moment, of serving her lover and pleasing him in every way imaginable. Her hands trembled slightly as she reached out to caress his impressive length.

"Such a good girl," Rhaegon purred, running his fingers through her hair.

With that encouragement, Evelyn wrapped her lips around the tip of his cock, her tongue swirling around the sensitive head. Cassandra mirrored her actions on the other side, their mouths working in perfect harmony as they took turns licking and sucking Rhaegon's thick shaft.

"Fuck," he groaned, his hands tightening in their hair. "That's it."

Evelyn's hand slid lower, cupping his heavy balls and massaging them gently. Cassandra's fingers trailed along the underside of his shaft as her lips traced the veins. Rhaegon's hips bucked slightly, his cock throbbing with need.

"Such an eager pair of sisters," Rhaegon growled, his voice low. "I'm going to fill you both up and leave you spent."

As he felt himself nearing his peak, Rhaegon pulled away from their eager mouths, a strand of saliva still connecting his cock to their lips. Rhaegon reached down, grabbing Evelyn by her rear lifting her up, and carrying her to the bed again.

He positioned himself between Evelyn's spread thighs once more, the tip of his cock teasing her entrance. He met her gaze, seeing the desire and trepidation in her blue eyes.

"Are you ready?" he whispered.

"Yes," Evelyn breathed, nodding eagerly. "Please, Rhaegon, take me."

With a low growl, Rhaegon thrust forward, breaking through Evelyn's barrier and burying himself inside her tight, virgin heat. She cried out at the sudden pain, her fingers digging into Rhaegon's back as blood tickled around his shaft. He held still for a moment, letting her adjust to the feeling of him filling her completely.

As the pain subsided, a new sensation began to build within Evelyn. She writhed beneath Rhaegon, urging him to move. He obliged, withdrawing almost completely before slamming back into her. Cassandra leaned over, capturing Rhaegon lips in a searing kiss as she played teasingly with his nipples.

Rhaegon set a relentless pace, thrusting into Evelyn with wild abandon. The bed creaked beneath them, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh filling the room. Evelyn's cries of pleasure mingled with Cassandra's moans as her ass was fondled roughly, creating a beautiful symphony.

Rhaegon's fingers found Evelyn's clit, rubbing circles around the sensitive bundle of nerves as he continued to drive into her. The combined stimulation sent Evelyn hurtling over the edge, her climax crashing over her in waves of ecstasy. Her walls clenched around Rhaegon's cock, drawing out his own release.

As they both came down from their high, Rhaegon pulled out of Evelyn, his member slick with her virgin blood. He turned to Cassandra, his desire reignited at the sight of her naked form. He pushed her down onto the bed, covering her body with his own as he positioned himself between her legs.

"You want me?" Rhaegon growled, his cock pressing against her virgin entrance.

"Yes," Cassandra whimpered, nodding desperately. "Please, Rhaegon, take me too."

With a single thrust, Rhaegon broke through Cassandra's maidenhood, filling her with his thick length. She cried out at the pain, her hands gripping the sheets as she adjusted to the feeling of being stretched so full.

Rhaegon wasted no time, setting a brutal pace as he pounded into Cassandra's tight channel. Her breasts bounced with every thrust, her nipples puckering under the cool air. Evelyn watched with rapt fascination as Rhaegon took her sister, her own body aching for more.

As Rhaegon reached his peak, he pulled out of Cassandra, his seed spilling across her stomach and breasts. Evelyn leaned over, licking and kissing the warm fluid from Cassandra's body. The sight of her sister covered in Rhaegon's essence sent a thrill through Evelyn, igniting her desire once more.

She straddled Rhaegon's hips, positioning herself above his still-hard cock. With a slow descent, Evelyn impaled herself on Rhaegon's length, throwing her head back as he filled her once more. Cassandra moved behind Evelyn, her hands caressing and pinching at her sister's sensitive breasts as he thrust into her.

Rhaegon reached down, his fingers finding Evelyn's clit again as she rode him with wild abandon. The combined stimulation was too much for Evelyn, and she came with a scream, her walls convulsing around Rhaegon's cock. He followed soon after, removing his dick and painting her breasts.

As they lay tangled together in the afterglow, Rhaegon looked from one sister to the other, a satisfied smile on his face. Both girls leaned into him with loving and addicted eyes while their faces were satisfied and relaxed with beads of sweat.

They asked him a question that was on their mind and their sisters talked about, his age, Rhaegon smirked and a little smugly answered them that he was eight name days, but looked like a ten and two name days boy, his sisters the same, but he also said that he was stronger than a boy that age, boasting full of himself.

A little shocked at the revelation the girls turned a little quiet about liking an eight name days boy, feeling like they were a pair of vixens, after all, Evelyn was ten and eight name days and Cassandra was ten and seven name days, their other sisters Seraphina was ten and five, while their youngest sister Lyanna ten and two being, even more, older than the siblings.

Even then after their little shock, they got more hornier and wet thinking about their lover being so much younger than them and also so strong with a big tool. Making them more slutty thinking what would think their mother about them chasing such a young man, maybe their father would rejoice, seeing the efforts he put into welcoming the family.

Meanwhile, oblivious to the sister's thoughts Rhaegon was enjoying their warm bodies cupping and fondling their bigs tits on his hands to his heart's content, as he relaxed looking at the starry night through the window basking in the emotion of taking his two first blood, for a moment before he needed to go downstairs again to join the feast.

Inside the tower the feast continued, and the music played on. The guests danced and laughed, unaware of the drama unfolding in the guest chambers above. In the great hall, Vaenya and Rhaenya danced with Manfred's two youngest daughters who still were older than them, Seraphina and Lyanna, their eyes shining with the excitement of the night.

Visenya watched them, a smile on her face, her purple eyes reflecting the torchlight. She sipped her wine, her mind on the future, on other matters, also thinking about the problem of the faith and his discordance with their ways, above all incest, it was a big problem, she started thinking about it more now, given the future she got to know, thanks to hearing his peculiar son thoughts, she knew because of him the problems derived of incest in anyone that were to practice, something she never thought about, but they were Targaryens those rules that applied to others never worked on them separating them from all the common people.

But this was Westeros, and Westeros followed the Faith of the Seven. To these people, what was tradition in Valyria was a blasphemy here. The tension between the different customs was not something to be ignored.

Aegon mingled with the lords of every house, and any person of standing in the feast all night, a little more with lord Redwyne than others, and exchanged small talk and pleasantries with the ladies, the same as Visenya.

Manfred also mingled with his guests, his eyes swept over the gathering, finally resting on the Targaryen girl's dancing with her two younger daughters, and an idea sparked within him, dangerous yet tempting.

When the dance ended, and Rhaegon rejoined his sisters after leaving Evelyn and Cassandra in his room, Manfred, in a moment of boldness or perhaps foolishness approached them when they were with their mother. He smiled cordially, though his thoughts were racing. His grandson was of marriageable age, and the girls came from a family of power, and above all they both also controlled big dragons.

"My lady," Manfred began tentatively, turning to Visenya, "Might I be so bold as to inquire about a possible union between our houses? My grandson, strong and noble as he is, could find no better match than one of your daughters. A marriage between them would unite our houses."

Rhaegon's reaction was immediate. His face darkened, his easy smile vanishing, replaced with a cold fury that caught Manfred off guard. He straightened, standing taller, and his eyes burned with a dangerous light.

"You dare," Rhaegon growled, his voice low but filled with barely contained rage. "You speak of my sisters as if they are yours to bargain with."

Manfred, realizing his mistake too late, tried to stammer a response, but Rhaegon cut him off. In a gesture that shocked the gathered guests, Rhaegon turned to his sisters, his possessiveness on full display. He grasped Vaenya's hand, pulling her close, and kissed her, deeply and without hesitation. He then turned to Rhaenya and did the same, making clear to all who watched what he thought of Manfred's suggestion.

"They are mine," Rhaegon declared, his voice cold, his gaze locking with Manfred's. "My future wives."

Gasps rippled through the hall. The guests, many of them devout followers of the Faith, recoiled in horror. Incest was an abomination in the eyes of the Seven, a sin so deep it could not be tolerated. Eyes flickered with shock, and murmurs of discontent rose like the hum of an approaching storm.

Manfred paled, his mouth opening and closing as he searched for the right words. The insult was clear, and the tension in the room was palpable. Yet, he was a man of politics and pragmatism. He cursed inwardly at the thought of such relationships but knew better than to oppose the Targaryens outright.

"My lord," Manfred began, his voice steady but laced with urgency, "I apologize if my suggestion was... untimely. I meant no disrespect. It was a mere thought of alliance and prosperity for both our houses. Perhaps I overstepped, but I meant only to honor your family."

Rhaegon's glare softened not at all, though he remained silent. Manfred, sensing the need to redirect the conversation, quickly pivoted. "Perhaps, then, we could consider another arrangement. A union between our houses remains desirable, even if not through my grandson. My daughters Evelyn, Cassandra, Seraphina, and Lyanna are of age and beauty," he said, casting a glance at Seraphina and Lyanna, not finding both his eldest daughters around, who stood gracefully among the guests, Cassandra blonde-platinum, almost white hair and gray eyes, and Lyanna with her golden hair and green eyes glimmering in the light. "As you know, the Valyrians followed customs where multiple wives were common. Such a union with one of my daughters or maybe more... Would do the same uniting our houses, and making both of them more prosperous.

Before Rhaegon could respond, it was Visenya who spoke, stepping forward with a commanding presence. Her tone was measured, and her words deliberate. "We will consider it," she said, her voice cutting through the tension in the room like a blade through silk. "Though the decision is not one to be made in haste."

Rhaegon, meanwhile, smirked inwardly. The offer, though abrupt, amused him. He had already claimed both of his four daughters, they are right now spent in his chambers. The idea of him offering his daughters, one or more. In fact, it played to his desires perfectly, solving one trouble.

As the room simmered with tension, Rhaegon's display of possessiveness toward his sisters had not gone unnoticed. The followers of the Seven, horrified by the spectacle of incest, whispered furiously among themselves. The faith of the realm condemned such acts, and the atmosphere in the room grew thick with unease.

The High Septon, sensing the growing unrest, acted quickly. Stepping forward, he raised his arms, his voice calm but firm, cutting through the noise. "Good people of the Seven, let us remember that our honored guest's house hails from a distant land, from Valyria, where different customs and beliefs were held. They come not to impose their ways upon us but to seek unity and peace. We must show understanding, as the Seven themselves show mercy."

His words were a balm to the rising storm, though they did not wholly soothe the hearts of the faithful. The tension eased, though whispers still lingered in the corners of the hall. The High Septon continued, offering vague blessings and platitudes, twisting words and invoking visions from the Seven that spoke of tolerance. It was a clever ruse, designed to distract and placate.

Manfred, relieved that the situation was being diffused, stepped in beside the High Septon, adding his support. "The High Septon speaks wisely," he said, his voice carrying over the murmurs. "Let us remember that tonight is a night of celebration, not division. We have guests of great honor among us, and we must show them the hospitality that Oldtown is known for."

Together, Manfred and the High Septon managed to quell the unrest, at least for the time being. The guests slowly returned to their conversations, though the undercurrent of tension remained. Eyes still glanced warily toward the Targaryens, but the feast carried on, the music resuming, and the wine flowing once more.

As the night wore on, Visenya caught Manfred's eye. Her gaze was inscrutable, but a faint smile played on her lips. "Your words were well chosen, Lord Hightower," she said softly as she passed him by, "though the Faith may not always be so easily swayed."

Manfred nodded, though he could not shake the feeling that a storm still brewed on the horizon, one that no amount of words could prevent.

The night was long, and the feast well into the night. As the guests finally began to depart, Visenya and Aegon turned to Manfred, a question in their eyes. "I trust the Faithfull people in Oldtown will not interfere with our presence here?" she asked, her voice low.

Manfred smiled, his blue eyes reflecting the wisdom of the night already having deduced the true nature of this couple, seeing their children's relationship. "Do not worry, my lords," he said. "I have taken steps to ensure that the devout folk will not trouble you. The High Septon himself has guaranteed his position of no harm. The Faith of the Seven will stand aside and not trouble your visit in Oldtown."

Visenya nodded, her eyes reflecting a satisfaction that boded well for the future.