60 Returning To Meereen
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~~~(POV: Daenerys Targaryen)~~~
~~~(Current Age: 16 Years)~~~
~~~(Location: Courtyard, Highgarden, Westeros)~~~
~~~(Date: 300 AC)~~~
My mind hasn't left the thought of how much my relationship with Rae will be changing. We're back in Highgarden, and after a few nights rest. We're ready to leave. It's a bit past morning, and Rhaenys and Raevor are waiting for us.
I can tell the Tyrells are frustrated, given the damage our dragons have caused with the size of their bodies alone. But I'll consider it nothing by a transaction fee since they have what they want now.
Rae is speaking with Olenna and Mace. I don't know what it's about, and I don't care. My hand rests on my steadily growing belly. Knowing that our third child is getting bigger every day. There aren't many things that steady my wrath or anger.
The few are my family and friends. All the feelings I've been having melt away as I watch my brother. The father of our children and the greatest Targaryen since Aegon. He does what's needed for our family. What's required to protect us.
"You love your brother more than I'll ever love my own. Loras is a good man, but Targaryen tradition never moved our relationship. His being a sword-swallower made it hard for him to find matches."
A familiar voice announces from my side. Margaery makes her way over, wearing the gear needed for dragon riding. She'll be riding with Rae as we're traveling back to Meereen.
Her eyes drift to Rae as we're standing next to each other. She's someone I have to get used to. And no matter how often I remind myself of that, it never gets any easier. To my surprise, she reaches her hand over and takes mine.
"I know that you hate me... And I'm sorry there isn't anything that can fix that... But know this... We're family now, and I'll protect you. I can only hope you'll do the same for me..."
Instead of pulling my hand away, I hold her tightly and pull her closer. Not violently or angrily. Margaery is good at playing on people's feelings, making it hard for me to trust anything she says. But if this is the game she wants to play, we can play it.
"If you want to prove yourself to me... To us... I'll give you that chance. But until the day comes when your loyalties to Rae and I are proven, I'll always be watching you, Margaery."
There is no threatening undertone or malevolent promise. I'm just telling Margaery how things will be until I know she's not trying to tear Rae and me apart. Aegon's rule was successful because Rhaenys and Visenya didn't make it hard on Aegon.
I can only hope if one of us is to die as one of Aegons sisters did, it won't be me. Margaery lets go of my hand and moves closer. She's a bit taller than I am, and her arms wrap around me in a hug. I don't know what to do.
She kisses the side of my head as she does this, and before I can say anything, she steps away and starts walking to her family. It's only a matter of time before we have to leave. Rae turns around and looks at me, waving me over.
As I make my way over, he's wearing a concerned expression. Margaery stands beside him, and I make my way over to his free side.
"It's time that we leave. Oberyn will want us back in Meereen as soon as possible. Once there, we'll start planning a retaliation. If not a full-blown invasion of Westeros. Until you hear from us, I suggest keeping a high alert. It'll be a while before Tywin can move again."
His armies and soldiers will be tired, and so will Tywin. Rae spins around and makes his way to Rhaenys. Hopping on. Raevor stands up and looks at me. I make my way over, and Rae uses his magic to lift me off the ground and place me on Raevor.
I watch from my spot on my dragon as Rae lifts Margaery with his magic and places her behind him. She firmly grabs ahold of him from behind.
Seeing such closeness with another woman turns my stomach, but she'll fall off unless she holds on. It's not long before we're back in the sky. We'll likely be in Meereen until the turn of the year in a few months. After that, we'll be pressing our claim on The Iron Throne.
~~~(POV: Raenon Targaryen)~~~
~~~(Current Age: 16 Years)~~~
~~~(Location: Resting In Rainwood, The Stormlands, Westeros)~~~
~~~(Date: 300 AC)~~~
It's been a bit of a travel from Highgarden, but we're resting in Rainwood until we're ready to cross The Narrow Sea. The tent is set up, and night has fallen on camp. I'm tending to Rhaenys at the moment. Margaery and Dany are sitting at the campfire.
I don't know what it is they're talking about. It's taken us a day to reach Rainwood from Highgarden. Meaning tonight is the first night we're spending together. The weather allows for fast travel and no delays.
"What am I going to do about those two, Rhaenys..."
I gently rub and scratch my dragon's chin. She's so massive now that I must move my entire upper body to get her jawline.
"Gruuu..."
She lets out a purr as I scratch the same areas I used to scratch for her when she was smaller. If you itch a spot a dragon can't reach, they'll be your friend forever. At least, that's how she's acting.
"I'm tempted just to sleep here tonight..."
Letting Dany and Margaery share the tent and sleeping with Rhaenys would be better than being between the two. It's not that I'm scared of them; it's the consequences of choosing one over the other. Dany is fiercely possessive of me.
Which I really like.
But if I spend a moment more on Margaery than Dany gets, I know a problem will form.
"I can't run from my problems. So, it's time I act like a man."
Every man dreams of having more than one beautiful wife. Few hardly ever get to live it. I say goodbye to Rhaenys and make my way to the campfire. They sit there, waiting for me. Dany gently rubbing her belly.
My sister has almost three kids on Margaery. I don't know if some competition will end up forming. My priority is to ensure another Dance of Dragons doesn't happen.
"Are you both ready for bed?"
Sharing a tent with two beautiful women isn't what I thought I'd be returning from Highgarden with, but that's where this has led.
Dany stands up and calmly walks toward me. Holding out her hand for me to take. As I do, Margaery stands up and makes her way for the tent ahead of us. My sister pulls me toward the tent, and I breathe before entering.
Something is happening on the first night already, and I'm guessing it'll require the piece of me that gave Dany two children and a third on the way.
~~~(POV: Margaery Tyrell)~~~
~~~(Current Age: 17 Years)~~~
~~~(Location: Resting In Rainwood, The Stormlands, Westeros)~~~
~~~(Date: 300 AC)~~~
I rest on the soft furs and blankets as Daenerys and Raenon enter the tent. There is a heavy feeling now that we're all in here. Daenerys lies on the other side of me, and there is a space between us for Raenon. It only takes him a moment to rest his body down here too.
"Never in my life did I think I'd be sharing my brother with another woman, Margaery. But now that I must, I have to warn you. It'll be a challenge if you want his seed and want a child. You'll have to share a bed with Rae and me. We never sleep apart."
Suspected no less from the brother and sister. Instead of saying anything, I run my hand up and down Raenon's armored chest. The black leather is rough in one direction but smooth in another.
Daenerys sees this as a challenge. She thinks I'm lying down. Before I can blink, she has Raenon's lips captured with her own.
"Mmm..."
"Hmm..."
"Fuah..."
The sounds she's making tell me Daenerys has had her body mastered by Raenon. They know each other inside and out.
My hand finds its way to the straps of his armor, and I slowly unfasten them as they continue their lip fight. They pull apart after a few more seconds, and they're already breathing heavily. I don't want to admit this as a pure and prideful woman.
But that was amazingly erotic. Their Valyrian beauty makes it hard not to enjoy being a part of this. Even if Daenerys is a woman, that doesn't mean I don't find her beautiful. And her brother... He's the most attractive and handsome man I've ever set my eyes on.
He has the Valyrian beauty of a woman, but you can see he's a man.
The sins we're going to commit in this tent tonight... I know they'll stay with me for the rest of my life... But I'm to be Rae's second wife. And that allows for such sins...
At least, in my mind.
