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46.92% GOT/ASOIAF: Son of the Unworthy / Chapter 58: 58

章節 58: 58

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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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章節 59: 59

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188 AC

Harrenhal

Aerion Targaryen

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Looking down at the small little blue and white dragon I tilt my head and it cutely mimics me with a small squeak coming from its slightly open mouth. I slowly raise my hand with the cooked meat in it and its eyes practically glisten with joy. My hand lowers and a pitiful noise comes from it before I toss the meat into the air just enough that it will land next to the small dragon.

"Don't torment my baby's little friend." Mya speaks up from behind me where she has my youngest daughter latched onto her breast.

"I am teaching patience to a 'friend' who will grow to the size of a castle..." I sigh as the dragon gobbles the meat down as if it's starving.

This little piece of the sky has been ravenous since it came from its egg first thing in the morning a few days back. Its birth or rather hatching proving the eggs will indeed hatch for my blood regardless of if being mixed with Danny or another female. Though that news did little to stop the spread of rumors of me being some kind of lustful beast who only craves the pleasure of the flesh. My own network is the only thing stopping those words from spreading like fire, many small Septs have found themselves beggared for what they have preached as of late.

Surprisingly the main big wigs have kept their mouths shut on the topic, it might have to do with my personal visit to Old Town to talk about a few things with them.

"This one is very impatient and I fear it will be a troublemaker if I do not take a more hands-on approach with it. I think I will name it as well, the other two are very well behaved having grown with Moonfyre and Drogon. But this one keeps flying back to see Visenya and even broke a window to get to her..." I am not sure why but it seems this dragon has a closer bond with Visenya than my twins and their dragons.

But my best guess, if I was to make one, is maybe it has to do with Mya and her warging maybe passing to Visenya and making for a stronger bond. This little cute lizard keeps a close eye on my daughter and it seems more like a dog than a cat I would compare other dragons to. Dragons love affection when they want it, but other than those times they will hiss and even fly away to escape 'love'. But this little blue baby is constantly trying to get love from Visenya, so long as Visenya can put her meaty hands on the dragon then she will and the dragon loves it.

"I think it will be fine, it has only hissed and snapped at people it does not know and it only wants to cuddle with Visenya. I think you need to instead worry about how you will feed so many dragons with a few more due to be hatching soon if things go the way we all think they will..." She looks both amused and exasperated and I purse my lips as I wonder if I really should follow the path I jumped on.

I grunt in acknowledgment but don't feel like talking about the subject further, I will deal with all the ravenous mouths when they get here and not a day before. Plus it is bad voodoo to talk about babies and eggs before they are born or hatched.

"Want to go for a walk?" I ask as I stand up and stretch with my hands reaching for the ceiling as I stand up on my toes and my back pops satisfyingly. "Aemon and Rhaella should be awake by now and I know they love to be pushed around in their little 'cart'." Making a stroller was one of the best things I did if I am honest, makes getting the babies around a breeze.

"Sounds lovely, I am certain Danny would like a break from the seemingly never-ending requests for aid that have been plaguing the main hall." As they say, give them an inch and they will take a mile, I am facing the consequences for being so generous with people.

The growing town is booming with a large population and more houses are being built at all times. A nice and organized grid with good drainage and properly planned out 'sectors' with nice shopping squares and 'pleasure districts'. The city is looking nice but the people living in it have gotten a bit lazy for my liking, things need to change. Daenerys has been taking all the people's requests and complaints in the main hall since she apparently enjoys hearing people out.

But even though she has been growing tired of the attitudes of the people as of late, we will have to tighten the belt and get these people back on the saddle of progress. There is plenty of work to be had and lots of workers but more people could step up instead of doing the bare minimum to survive.

I have some ideas to do it in a way that people will even be excited to get up and go out to work, but it will take some elbow grease to get the wheels turning.

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188 AC

Harrenhal

Daenerys Targaryen

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"Aemon don't eat that." I move quickly hearing Aerion speak to our son, fearing my son is trying to shove something in his mouth he shouldn't.

I grab both of his arms and gently pull them away from his face to find there is nothing in his hands. Aemon looks up at me with his cute little face and smiles showing there is nothing in his mouth either. I smile back at my son so he does not think anything is wrong, the sweet boy giggles seeing I am also happy.

I hear the chuckle of my husband and I fight off the scowl threatening to emerge, he tricked me into thinking Aemon was eating something. He just loves to poke at my 'Motherly instincts' and every time I take the bait without fail. Though it is not so bad, I know if Aemon was really eating something he shouldn't Aerion would be the first to fly out of his seat to stop him.

"You are lucky you are holding Visenya, I will remember this for later." I make sure he does not think he got away with it and he just grunts as he runs his hand over little Visenyas head.

"Why do you keep smelling her head?" Mya asks when Aerion ducks his head down and sniffs at his daughter, he did the same to the twins the first few months.

"Newborn smell, it reminds me of puppy breath." I scrunch my nose, the only thing I remember smelling on newborns was when they soiled themselves.

"That is... never mind you are just like that anyway." Mya wisely puts aside Aerion's oddness making his face turn sour at the 'insult'. "When are we heading to DragonsRest? I want to see how much it has changed and you promised to take me to the new 'Dragonstone on Skagos' you are dreaming up." I nod along with her, Aerion has flown up to Skagos three times in recent months to scout for the best spot after problems came up with the last one.

Who would have thought the cannibalistic people of the island would attack workers sent to build on the island?

Though word might not have made its way to the mainland, Aerion sent one of those human-eating houses to their ash-filled grave. They had killed and eaten five of the workers out of the fifty he sent to build some homes for the future workers to live in. Aerion was furious receiving that raven, Moonfyre roared so loud everyone in the castle thought she was attacked.

"DragonsRest has made a lot of progress and is far beyond what I intended for it, I expect it to keep growing even more after the recent deal that was made. Braavos wants a steady supply of Ironwood to build some ships and it will give a surplus of resources to further improve DragonsRest. The 'port city' was never meant to grow as it is, I meant to train men to defend the Gift from Wildlings and to be able to ship off all the food grown in it when needed. Now the Manderlys are throwing a fit we are drawing so much attention, they have not taken a big hit but they are getting anxious." He sighs and adjusts the babe that is falling asleep on his chest.

"DragonsRest is too far north for the common trader to sail passed White Harbor for, they will get over it with time. DragonsRest is supposed to be the beating heart of the Gift and also supply the new 'Dragonstone' and most people know that. No one will be taking spices or rugs up there to sell them unless ordered, surely they can see that." They just want to stir the pot after they got denied a marriage like every other house seeking Rhaella or Visenya's hand in marriage.

Surprisingly not many people have sought Aemon's hand in marriage, but I guess it makes sense if I think about it. A female Targaryen with a dragon who is not in line to inherit anything only gains by marrying into another House. They also gain a dragon rider and dragon blood for their future descendants, but Aemon is different. Aemon is the future Prince of Harrenhal and marrying him does not get dragon blood into their Houses so they are not as desperate for his hand. I am sure it will change when he grows up and is closer to actually inheriting Harrenhal from his Father.

But little do these House's know Aerion has multiple places he is passing on to multiple children. Harrenhal and DragonsRest are just the start, soon another 'Seat' on Skagos and more will follow it. There is also the Shipyard in the Crownlands where the 'Whispers' was located which is likely going to be passed down instead of going to another House.

I also have been thinking about Slavers Bay, it would be a simple matter to take the Bay once more making it the Dragons Bay once again. But there is still plenty of time for that, there are babies to raise and when they are old enough it would even be nice to have them fly along with us.

"They know, they are just being a pain in the ass just to be one." Aerion groans and it causes Visenya to stir on his chest and ball her fists. "Sorry." He kisses her head and starts rubbing her back tenderly. "We can leave in a few days, I already sent a raven so they will be expecting us sometime soon." I nod in agreement eager to see the new location he wants to build at, it's apparently very beautiful.

He has avoided describing it other than saying it will be one of the most beautiful castles House Targaryen has and maybe even in all of Westeros. I have seen the sketches he has made and how it looks to be built on a mountain so I know roughly what it 'will' look like. But seeing it sketched and seeing the bare mountain will put it in the right pieces into my mind so I can imagine it myself. Until I see what the mountain looks like myself I won't be able to truly get a feel for it like he has.


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