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187 AC
Harrenhal
Aerion Targaryen
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"Fuck off, I should not have told you anything and instead let you suffer delusions of madness." I scoop up the black cat that jumped up onto my desk to knock things over and set it back onto the ground where it yowls at me.
Mya has taken like a damn fish to water when it comes to warging, and she loves to piss me off with animals she knows I would feel bad for punching. So currently she is laying in my bed 'taking a nap' because she apparently likes the smell of my pillow, but it was all a lie. She just wanted to slip her secret agent the cat in to start knocking shit over on my desk as she lounges on my bed.
I look down and see the cat who is actually my soon-to-be wife possessing the cat nuzzling my leg while purring. I push her away with my foot and she comes back making me sigh in both frustration and to stop from laughing.
Leaning down I scoop the cat back up and set it on the desk where its tail raises and flicks as it looks down at the 'paperwork'. I find it cut until I see the paw dart out and kick my cup off the table and it clatters to the ground before the cat leaps off the desk. Swaying its tail as it heads for the cracked door out of my solar.
"Fucking bitch." My chair grinds against the floor as I sprint out of the room looking for the cat to get my vengeance, not finding it I head up the stairs for the source instead.
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187 AC
Harrenhal
Daenerys Targaryen
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"Danny protect me I am delicate!" Mya rolls over on the bed and rolls on top of me before cuddling up to my side with a fearful look at the door.
Her small cat comes running into the room with loud stomping coming from behind it and I rub my brows at what likely happened. Mya has been pissing Aerion off at every chance she can get, nothing permanent or to damaging but she has been like a fussy baby. I almost could confuse her for one of my twins, I wonder if it has to do with the babe growing inside of her. If it is the source we better all pray it does not share her 'gifts' or hell will raise in Harrenhal.
"Mya!" My loving husband busts into the room with a feral look in his eyes before spotting our sister burying her face in my neck.
Mya lifts her head and rubs her eyes while yawning, she looks around before meeting eyes with Aerion and smiling. I would almost believe it if she did not beg me moments ago to 'protect' her because she is delicate.
"What's wrong Husband?" She sounds concerned as if she has no clue what is going on, the word 'husband' always gets a reaction from Aerion.
It is plain as day that he likes the title and almost preens in pride sometimes when I refer to him as such. Mya picked up on it long ago and has been using it ever since she found out she was pregnant. The wedding plans didn't get it to sink in as much as his baby growing inside of her did. I guess she was holding back from accepting it fully because she was keeping in mind how much trouble it would cause. But Aerion's baby growing inside of her snipped away any hesitation or worry about what others will think. She wants everyone to know her baby is his and they love each other, it was nice watching her rise above the worries and stress.
"You are coming with me to clean up what you did." No doubt in his voice even though it's less firm and the fire snuffing out to embers compared to his entrance.
"What did I do?" She asks in confusion as she pinched me under the covers almost begging me to help her but I am enjoying the show that ruined my nap.
I peek over Mya's fat chest and spot my babes in their cradle no longer sleeping and on their bellies with raised heads watching as well. I smile at them and Aemon spots it giving me a toothless one in return as his little feet kick in excitement behind him.
"You know what you did, don't think because you carry my babe I won't sling you over my shoulder and tan that ass." I look away from the babes catching Aerion slowly approaching the bed with the promise of vengeance in his eyes.
"Help me..." Mya whispers and nuzzles back into the crook of my neck.
"Aerion let her sleep for awhile, the babe had her stomach tossing and she has been restless since she got in bed." I give a pointed look to the silky brown hair as she woke me up twice now that I think about it. "I will come to help you..." I slip out from under Mya with my own plans starting to form.
I check the babes once more and find them behaving and I know I have a few moments out of the room before they get fussy. I make my way off the bed and stand up before heading for Aerion and looping my arm with his and heading for the door. Prunella is also out and with Shiera getting into some trouble so I don't have to worry about her overhearing anything. I hunt for moments of 'relaxing' like this and it's always a joy when one shows itself when I need it.
Seeing Mya's cat make to follow us and her head resting on the pillow I know she is up to something once more so I shut the door behind me. She can watch the babes for a bit while I clean up the mess she made both in Aerion's Solar and by frustrating him.
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187 AC
Harrenhal
Melissa Blackwood
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I watch Gwenys as she takes secret messages from cloaked me in the large Hall of a Hundred Hearths. She was helping me with the last of the wedding preparations but then swarms of men delivering words from all over Westeros arrived. She is helping Aerion with his 'Singing Minstrels' as she enjoys all the drama of the secrets. I want to shake my head at her when she giggles reading over them before deciding what is important or not.
It seems thirty to forty every few days is delivered and Aerion trusts her to know what needs his attention and what she can handle on her own. I am not sure how I feel about my sweet girl using secrets to bribe and steal people's gold but she seems to be enjoying herself. I want to smack Aerion upside his head for making my sweet do such dark work but he is not forcing her but rather 'allowing' her to do it.
"What came this time?" I ask with a disinterested tone even though I really want to know as she laughed harder than the last few.
"Lord Tyrell has no idea his wife is slowly making him lose excess weight by making copies of the plate but making them a touch smaller along with the portions. She downsizes his plate every few months and it's only a touch smaller but he has slimmed up because of her scheme. it is not worth much, but it could still be a funny rumor to spread at the right places to cause him to get embarrassed and maybe start an argument between the two." I sigh, she is trying to ruin a marriage when the woman just does not want to suffer under a fat pig of a man.
I should know, Aegon got bigger after me but he still swelled up like a pregnant woman and I was off-put by it. I try not to think about how he ended up because it hurts my heart to see someone I cared for fall so far, a terrible way to die. I won't hide I am bitter deep down about being tossed aside for a Bracken of all people but I have long accepted it's fine to be angry. Maybe it was the Gods that swelled him up for how horribly he lived and he died indulging in his lusts.
"Don't hurt the poor Lady Tyrell by exposing her, she will suffer worse than having him crush her on the mattress if he gets embarrassed." She waves her hand as if to tell me to leave her alone and I snort, I will show her something if she keeps that up.
Just because she has grown up does not mean she is too old for me to get ahold of her and show a mother's discipline. I could also ask Aerion to help me if she tried to escape, I saw the way he chased down Prunella when she tried to run off with Dark sister down the hall. It would be like back on Dragonstone when they chased each other around playing a hiding game.
Even if the children did not get found when they saw two of them running around trying to tag one another they all soon came out and chased. The games they used to get up to would always make me smile along with Naerys.
Thinking about Naerys I wonder if she managed to get the proper robes made up from Narha who said she would figure it out. Narha is very good at what she does and I have faith in her but I would like to see the robes before the wedding day. But I have no doubt she will get it right, she can make some of the best dresses and other clothes I have seen.
I even started wearing the underclothes she makes that are very comfortable and has spread like wildfire across Westeros. Other Houses have started copying her and making their own copies and many can get it close to Narha's level of comfort but Narha still sells out every time she opens up for sale. It is interesting to see people from all over come from as far as Qarth to buy as much as they can of her different outfits and dresses and it all sells out before the day ends.
"I should go check on Narha, I want to see for myself what they have turned out to look like." I stand up and Gwenys nods without looking up from the message she is reading.
I shake my head at her and turn to leave while looking around at the many unlit hearths yet the room is still pleasantly warm. I have visited here before Aerion obtained the castle and it always felt dead and dreary, but it has been different since he got it. He cleared out whatever made Harrenhal a wasteland and turned it into a home where children will run around and play. Prunella is just the first troublemaker who will run down the hall screaming and causing panic, and I can't wait to see the babe in Mya run around making a ruckus.
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"What do you think?" I smile at the robe which is the very image of what I imagined it to be from the writings Aerion found in Dragonstone.
"Beautiful, you did a good job with this." I fold it neatly and set it aside with joy in my chest before I spot some lace that looks like it is the framing for some kind of gown.
It has support for a large bust and loops around with a neat pattern but it has no cloth to cover the actual breast, it only supports both of them individually. The lower piece is little more than a strip of lace with an intricate pattern on it and Narha quickly grabs both from my hands. The silver-haired dark-skinned woman I watched grow up from a small little thing looks more embarrassed than I have ever seen her.
"Something new?" I ask trying to ease her mood and she nods while hiding it in a drawer at her workbench. "I would love to see it when it's done." I smile and her face stiffens into an awkward mask.
"It is done..." My eyes widen and I try to imagine what she means by that till I realize it's meant to...expose the body.
"Oh." I mutter as I grab my arm and rub it as I look for anything else to point out and she shifts in place.
"Do you think it would look bad on me?" She suddenly asks and I bite my lip as I look into her eyes.
"I am unsure how to answer that..." She clears her throat and nods as she looks down.
"I was going to wear it when I...Bellenora wants to wear one as well when we..." She mutters in a defeated tone before shaking her head and grabbing the other robe intended for Aerion and showing it off as well.
It felt like she was trying to confess something to me like when she was a small girl and broke something. I almost want to say something to make sure she is fine but I hold back as she still looks flustered. I will focus instead on the robe she worked hard on, her Mother is a captain and was rarely if ever around. So she latched on to older women easily as a child and I took care of her often so I feel some motherly love for the young woman.
But it seems she also does not want me to dig into why exactly she needs some 'clothes' like that so I will stay out of it. If she needs me I will be there though, I would hate to see something happen to her.
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187 AC
Harrenhal
Aerion Targaryen
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Nothing says 'Valyrian Wedding' more than dragons resting on each side of the altar, even Drogon is pitching in surprisingly. The big brute hates crowds but he is showing his support for more dragon riders to be born by attending the wedding. Thought I think the smell of all the cooking meat like the whole roasted cow and pigs might also have something to do with it. His eyes watching the animals being spun over the flames with a deep hunger in them, Danny said it was fine but I have my doubts.
Lots of people surprisingly showed up, at least from nearby castles and towns which surprised me because I did not give much of a public announcement. Rumors spread but nothing was hammered out and invitations were sparse, I did not want many people to come and cause problems. If one person tries some faith of the seven bullshit I might just kill them on the spot, it's bad luck to kill at a wedding unless you are Dothraki. So I might just have the drug off to be imprisoned until the morning when I can kill with no worries.
Rhaena must have told the Septon who works in the Sept I built that I will legit murder him if he tries to stir the pot. I have seen hide nor hair of the Septon and I was half expecting him to come and bring along some 'poor fellows' after cobbling together some of the poor people around my new town. But to be honest, he might have gotten stabbed to death for trying to break up the wedding, I promised free food and drinks to everyone in town and they would not take his actions lightly. Don't come between a mob of hungry people and their food and drink, it's a quick but painful death as they crush you underfoot.
Melissa went all out making it as Valyria as possible, I look around at all the braziers and three head dragons and shake my head. I think if it was not socially frowned upon she would even have pools of blood sitting out for ambiance. She wanted the wedding to be as nice as it could for being a foreign type of wedding that is pretty much dead. The only people worshiping the gods of Valyria are people in Volantis inside the black walls. They only do it to further push their blood supremacy bullshit anyway, so it's likely the weakest religion. More Iron Born are praying to the drowned god than there are people praying to the fourteen of Valyria.
I mean I don't blame anyone when the fourteen blew everyone that worshiped them to hell, seeing how the fourteen were the volcanos that ended Valyria.
"You did a great job Melissa, I think this very well might be the biggest Valyrian wedding since the Doom." She smiles from across the table as I look around further at all the people eating and enjoying themselves.
If nothing else this is more casual and more enjoyment is being had than any wedding I have seen at the Great Sept of Baelor. Not once in my life have I seen so many people genuinely happy at a wedding, I know it's the food and drink but still, it counts.
Plus seeing Mya so happy about it is more than enough to make the effort worth it, we could have just done a family ceremony at Dragonstone but we did this. I am glad for it as well, people will already look down on it for being 'against the gods' so we need to get all the happiness we can out of the official stuff. It would defeat the purpose of even getting married if it was just to have Targaryen named kids, my Kingly brother could have just named them Targaryens if I asked. So if we are going 'a little' we might as well 'go a lot' and her happiness is the sweet reward of the efforts put in.
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Fucking hell my lips hurt, cunt cut me deep and she knows it as she grimaced afterward. good thing I heal quickly, the cut on my palm which is pressed against her cut on her palm is likely already clotting. Like a skilled surgeon with a blade, I slit her bottom lip open only enough to pool a drop of blood on it. Meanwhile, my lip is dripping blood down my chin and staining my robes.
"Don't throw up or I will throw up on you as well." I mutter softly as she hates the taste of blood, something she told me once we got to the altar.
"There is so much..." She mutters back as her face pales, you would think she is the one bleeding profusely with how white she is going.
"Just give me those sweet lips and let's get this over with, you can wash it out with wine afterward." She looks at me with hesitation in her eyes before puffing her lips letting the bead of blood run down her chin from the movement.
I lean in and take her lips making sure to push my bloody tongue into her mouth as she clenches her teeth. I almost chuckle against her mouth as I wrap her into my embrace keeping her on the altar as people cheer. This is likely the first Targaryen brother-to-sister wedding that has ever had so much genuine happiness radiating from the crowd as they shout.
Cakes and the other sweets are after this part so they are waiting on the edge of their seats.
I break the kiss and open my eyes to see her face stony as the walls of Harrenhal as blood is smeared on her lips. She opens her eyes with a fire inside of them that promises she will have her revenge. I lift my arm and wipe her lips off before wiping my own and turning us both toward the crowd.
"I am going to warg into a rat and jump into your food." I look out of the corner of my eye to see her happily smiling as we walk down toward the people and I wonder if she is being serious.
Sweat beads on my forehead from both the heat of the robes and fires and nervousness at having a rat's ass in my food.
"You better fucking not." I grit out and she only gives me a coy look batting her eyes before rushing to hug her Mother who is crying.
Daenerys comes up from behind me and pats my back likely hearing everything as she was the one on the altar who married us. I look into her eyes and see the pity before she stands on her toes and steals a bloody kiss as well.
"Let's get something to put on that before you coat that robe in Targaryen red." She loops her arm with mine and pulls me off as I look back at Mya with fear in my heart.
Damn wargs, Moonfyre lets out a roar shaking everyone's organs inside their bodies as the servants start pouring out of the large dome kitchen not far from the celebrations. Baby dragons turn around and fly back to their Mother instead of dive-bombing the servants and I give Moonfyre a thankful nod. She only closes her eyes once more and rests her head on the smooth stone next to the altar as people look at her in fear. Just her roar was enough to stun the crowd into silence, it can physically hurt if you stand too close.
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Carefully avoiding any food brought directly to me by a servant I eat mainly off Shiera's plate. My little sister has cleaned off three plates before I started stealing from her, just to make sure a rat did not teabag what is going into my mouth. Shiera seems to have come to her own conclusion of why I am eating with her as she lifts her chin in Mya's direction earning a snort from my new wife.
"Here." Shiera holds up a fork with some apple pie on it and I swoop in and take the bite to not drag out the 'show' for all those watching.
"Here." Daenerys joins in on the fun leaning over Shiera who is sitting to my left and I take the blueberry cobbler in a quick bite as well.
"Both are good, the new girls in the kitchen have done an excellent job." They both nod before returning to their sweets, I spot a raised spoon to my right in the corner of my eye and my heart jumps in my chest.
"Here." Mya sweetly mimics Shieras voice causing Danny to chuckle and Shiera to frown at my new wife.
"I think I have had enough, my stomach is feeling a little full..." I pat my belly while pushing it out as hard as I can earning a smack on it from my 'aggrieved' wife.
"Do you not love me?" People around the table stop eating and I can tell because their spoons and forks no longer make collision noises with the plates. "We wed and you stop eating food I serve you while taking from others at the table." I grit my teeth and lean in toward her neck.
"I am going to eat this, if there is anything from a rat on it I promise you will regret it." I watched her like a hawk and never saw her warg off into a furry little friend, it should be safe.
But I also learned to never doubt the capabilities of Mya Rivers... Mya Targaryen as of this day. I kiss her neck to make it look like I was just loving on my wife and then I eat the fluffy white cake off her spoon.
"Even better with the taste of your lips on the utensil." I lick my lips feeling the cut not fully healed open a bit as my tongue glides over it.
Mya smiles happily and returns to feeding herself and I look around with narrowed eyes and the onlookers return to their own sweet dishes. I slip my hand under the table and grip my wife's thigh tightly and she hums in contentment.
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"I loved it, the smells of incense thick in the air to cover up the dragon's smell... though they did not work. The food was good and the people were sweet with their well wishes and small gifts. I loved it Aerion, just like I love you." She spins on her heels and hugs me as we stand in the middle of her bedroom.
I am having none of it as I lay a hand quickly across her ass cheek making her jump at the sharp pain delivered swiftly. She looks up at me as she sneezes her arms against me while pushing her rear out for another but I drop my hands to my sides.
"You had me on edge the whole night waiting for a damn secret rat coming to ruin my fun." She chuckles and tries her best to smoother it but can't wipe the grin off her face.
"I wouldn't do that to you, my Love." She breaks eye contact as she places her face against my chest and rubs her forehead against my pecs.
"I believe you." The voice I use conveys no trust whatsoever.
"Enough." She playfully swats at my chest as she breaks the hug and she starts walking to the bed. "I am over the blood just drop your guard and trust your wife not to hurt you." She crawls onto the bed and I take a deep breath fighting between following her fat rear onto the bed or continuing to question if she is gunning for me.
Fuck it.
I follow after her but swear to bring at least another thirty cats into the tower we live in to hunt any would-be furry friends for Mya.
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