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Early on the morning of her nineteenth birthday Rhaenyra sneaks her way to the Dragonpit entering through a precarious side cavern. She knows she’s not supposed to. Knows her father has scheduled a litany of celebrations for his only daughter’s big day but she can’t fathom withstanding it all. Not when her father has all she’s ever desired at his side instead of hers. It doesn’t matter what meals,sweets,jewels, and other finery he deems fit to rain down upon her. He had laid claim to what she held dearest.
Her sweet lady.
Her Alicent.
It was cruel to go through a day being non too subtly told she was meant to smile and cheer. Thankful for her life whilst her mother was gone from this world and she and Alicent had been torn apart all within the span of months. No amount of time would mend such wounds. If any wished to label her the spoiled princess for this it made no difference to her - their looks and wagging tongues were inconsequential.
All that mattered was a simple truth - whatever Gods may exist they were cruel and unjust.
So after a night of tossing and turning without even a wink of sleep she sought out the only company who would not judge her for her sour mood. The other half of her soul. Her golden lady, Syrax. Upon making it to her nest unsurprisingly Syrax was already looking upon her. Their bond likely alerted her as soon as Rhaenyra had begun the journey. This pull between them uncanny as her golden dragon lets out a sympathetic croon. Beastly and angry to anyone else but Rhaenyre felt the echoes of grief and pain that mimicked her own heart. She laid her hand on the snout offered in comfort. Whispering in the quiet of the early morning despite their obvious privacy.
“Hello, Syrax. I apologize for bringing my gloom to you but I knew you’d understand. Perhaps I could disturb you for some company if you’d be so kind. After all, it is your birth week as well is it not?”
A large eye peered down at her blinking intently before a wing rose fluttering in invitation as Syrax curled back up. Rhaenyra shuffled within the offered space easily. She didn’t do this often but it always was the best comfort. This time however once the wing settled around her torso like an absurdly warm leathery blanket Syrax’s head did not stay where it was. Instead she let out another disparaged croon gazing down at her rider before bringing her head to meet Rhaenyra.
The sudden approach made her eyes bulge slightly. This was something Syrax had never done before and she was quite efficiently trapped. She trusted her dragon implicitly. Could feel no ill will within their bond but even so as her entire body was enveloped she was reasonable enough to be mildly concerned. Then Syrax started…singing?
She’d been told before by those who claimed their dragons later in life they were drawn in by their dragons' song. She hadn’t known how literal that could be considering dragons did not speak but suddenly as she heard it she understood. And understood better what noise could lure someone towards an unclaimed dragon. She never heard mention of them hearing it again nor about those who had their eggs hatch in the cradle such as hers ever experiencing the song.
It made no difference seeing as she was already cocooned within Syrax’s warmth, a sensation akin to something tugging at her. It was foreign and heavy, an irresistible pull but Syrax was not panicked and seemed intent on helping in whatever it was she was doing. So as it got stronger she allowed it to wash over her. The feeling ultimately dragged her eyelids closed as her body fell limp.
She awoke in her father's chamber.
Instantly she cursed herself. Not only had she been found out but she’d managed to fall so deeply into her slumber that she hadn’t noticed her body being transported all the way to the Keep. Briefly, she wondered how they had convinced Syrax to release her from the nest. Her golden dragon was not prone to parting willingly from her side.
Nonetheless, she focused instead on why they hadn’t deemed fit to deposit her in her own chambers. It was a peculiar choice but she was grateful that if her father was going to take the time to berate her the confrontation could be more swiftly ended if she were capable of leaving the situation instead of waiting for him to be prepared to depart.
With a heavy breath, she sat up taking in the space properly. This was the king's chambers but…
This is all wrong.
The diorama of the doom is gone. The bedding is no longer a drab grey but a warm brown pillows wrapped in a subdued red. The dusty tomes of histories long gone are replaced with vibrant poetry, arts, and literature. The space has gone through a drastic change and the touches nearly make her wish to spit up bile. They make her think of only one person.
Alicent.
Her delicate touch is evident all over the space and suddenly she’s furious at whoever dared to bring her here. She springs from the bed as if burned. She has not been in these chambers since her mom had-.
She has avoided this space for a reason.
Numerous ones in fact. The first for the lack of her mother to occupy it. A fear - childish perhaps - to confirm if she were to enter she wouldn’t find the woman as she always was meant to be. Warm and open in a way they couldn’t behave in the public eye. The second was because she’d wished to avoid thinking of what the King and his new Queen would do in such a space. She knew she would not be pleased by what she saw. And just as expected she feels her heart shred asunder once more.
How foolish.
Suddenly the door burst open a flurry of amber-brown and white hair topped with a coronet and crown respectively. Matching in the dark valyrian metal and rubies amidst ruffled strands as they spilled into the space - attached at the mouth. Panting and hungry as they consumed one another's faces. The white-haired figure pushed auburn deeper past the door before swiftly spinning them and forcing auburn against the door drawing a hearty moan as auburn was lifted.
“Oh how I have missed you, my sweet lady .”
The figure pushed up and against the door giggled. That sound made her gut twist; it was so familiar, painfully familiar. But different. Altered into a deeper and richer register. Smoothed out around the edges - confident and unrestrained, free.
“My Queen, you had me just this morning.” Rhaenyra’s brain stuttered and her stomach flipped.
Queen?
The white-haired figure descended upon her willing captive's neck revealing auburn's face.
Alicent.
Yet not.
Her face was older. Matured in the sense that her still developing feature had apparently filled out over night. Full lips gasping desperately in the air, delicate eyelashes fluttering over the tops of her cheeks which held a rosy color but the most invigorating part was her smile. So full and easily given. Not the shy thing of their youth or the resigned broken thing of recent times. This Alicent was smiling. A wondrous display of all teeth and brilliant flush as if she couldn’t be more pleased as she was accosted in such a way.
Suddenly Not-Alicent’s eye fluttered open before they widened to such a state she likely would have laughed if she weren’t struck dumb where she stood. Her body went rigid as her mouth opened.
“Nyra?”
The white-haired figure whined in a most unbecoming way.
“You would deny me this my heart ? You’ve done such a lovely job organizing I know this. And I will cheer and clap as you bid but please at least let me indulge in my one true wish for the day, dear wife . I will beg if I must, but I shall warn you - as magnanimous as you know me to be - it will cost you later.” The words had started out petulant but grew a certain heat as they rolled off a lilting tongue turning into something more akin to a purr.
Not-Alicent shook her head, eyes unwavering as she maintained eye contact over the shoulder of the white-haired figure.
“Hey love, I only jest. We needn’t do what you do not wish. We may return to the festivities and I will be on my best behaviour. Rah rah to twenty-three so to speak. No more teasing, I swear it.” The figure eased Not-Alicent down, placing her back on her feet where she swiftly pushed at the figure's shoulder moving them until they were both facing her.
Suddenly Rhaenyra was no longer only looking at an older version of her dearest companion but she suddenly came face to face with an older version of herself. Same purple eyes and long white silvery hair. Although she as well had grown in nearly every sense. Chest raised and proud, silhouette stood taller - poised, and commanding eyes with a sharpness she hadn’t yet recognized in herself when she looked upon the person in the mirror. There was also muscle, a none to subtle definition lining the sleeves of her dress that she found herself envious of.
“Nyra?”
Instantly two purple eyes snapped to brown which flinched back under the dual stare before she straightened. Her eyes flicked with confusion back and forth before clearing her throat and focusing on the shorter of the two.
“How did you get in here?”
Rhaenyra just stared unsure what she was seeing. Feeling close to mad. Her mind worked desperately to understand.
My Sweet Lady.
My Queen.
Wife. Wife. Wife.
Suddenly Not-Alicent was upon her grabbing her nape just so. Like she always had when they were alone in a way she hadn’t in so long but Rhaenyra had longed for every day. She eased the white-haired girl back until she was sitting down on the plush comfort of the bed. Not one shared by the king and Alicent but instead occupied by Alicent and her Queen - by Rhaenyra.”
“Shh shh, you’re okay darling girl. Breathe for me. Just breathe.”
Not-Alicent completed the puzzle. Drawing her into her chest and Gods her bosom had in fact grown as well she couldn’t help but note as she was drawn in until her ear rested over Alicent’s heart. It was quickened but it was strong and constant - grounding amidst the lurch. Instantly her once rapid breathing began to ease.
A scoff cut through the air.
She felt Not-Alicent shift above her but only slightly as to not dislodge her.
My sweet lady.
“Do not be petulant, my love.” Auburn hair shifted to fall into her face and she couldn’t help taking a deep breath. Finding there one of her favorite scents - a blend of jasmine and honey filling her lungs.
“Oh come on she’s smelling you!”
“You do the same at length!”
“And?!?”
Alicent breathed out heavily, her bosom pressing firmer into the girl in her arms causing her to stiffen slightly.
With a lighter tone, she tried again. “Nyra,” Once more two pairs of purple eyes snapped to her. “Oh Gods be good.” Her eyes looked to the roofing above them seemingly searching for strength before she leveled the other woman with a look. “I’m quite certain you are seeing exactly what I am.”
Not-Rhaenyra huffed, crossing her arms in a way all too familiar but did not protest much further. Now that was certainly most unfamiliar.
“Now you.” She turned inquisitive eyes on the figure caught in her arms. “How did you get here?”
Rhaenyra blinked dumbly, feeling most ridiculous as she spoke the truth of the matter. “I fell asleep.”
Not-Rhaenyra scoffed once more.
Not-Alicent didn’t even look.
Rhaenyra cleared her throat before trying again. “Syrax she… she sang and I fell asleep. I awoke here.”
This time Alicent scoffed. A hand came up to pinch at her nose as her eyes closed. She wished she wouldn’t. She’d missed those brown eyes looking at her with such warmth.
“Of course. Of course, this is more of your blasted dragon nonsense.” She sounded exhausted well beyond her age, even here.
Not-Rhaenyra’s hand came to rest on her shoulder and the hand pinching at her nose shifted. Moving to instantly entangle their hands. No hesitation. No embarrassment. The closeness draws her attention to the matching rings - one ruby and one emerald - resting upon their respective hands. It all combined in her eyes putting forth an image of such domesticity it made her chest almost cave in upon itself.
She jerked away from Not-Alicent’s grip as if she’d been burnt despite the way her heart panged painfully at denying such a touch.
She could not afford to linger on it, instead bolting up from the bed once more. She stumbled intent on getting away.
“I- I must go. I cannot. I do not know why Syrax would torture me so, but I must go this instant.”
A hand caught her smooth wrist, the grip firm and unwavering with callouses rubbing against her.
“You may not.” It was strange hearing her own voice wrapped in such absolute authority as if questioning her wouldn’t only be foolish but nigh unthinkable.
“Rhaenyra-”
Once more two sets of eyes found Alicent.
“Oh for the love of- Listen the both of you,” She grabbed at her lurching form, dragging her back to the bed incessant but not forceful. She was helpless to fold to her whims looking at her so. “You will be Nyra,”
“Excuse-”
“Shush. And I apologize Nyra but you mustn’t leave. This is… Gods this is a mess waiting to happen. You dragons and your magics.”
“Oh, that is your only concern? Hmm, I changed my mind then. We shall let her parade about the Keep at once. Let the people be reminded - closer to Gods than men and all that.”
“How quick you are to forget I am of the Andal blood.”
Not-Rhaenyra scoffed, sounding near genuinely affronted. “You are of my blood as you are mine. Or have you forgotten dear wife.”
The two looked at each other with a heat that made something choke up in her own throat and fire lick at her belly. This was beyond the pale. She shifted to alleviate the pressure between her thighs.
Alicent, of course, noticed. “Right. Nevertheless, I do not believe it is wise. Not now when we’re currently loosing tales of men to mate with men and women to mate with women and both capable of coming away with children. It’s too much at once. I can all but hear the calls of witchcraft and ill-begotten sorcery rattling against the keep's door.”
“You can have children?” Why was that the only question to successfully make its way off her tongue?
Not-Rhaenyra perked up instantly, shooting her a sharp devilish smirk. Huh. Wasn’t that something to observe upon her own face. “Oh most certainly. My wife will look glorious, heavy with the weight of our little dragon swelling within her belly.”
Not-Alicent’s cheeks flared. That familiar embarrassment burning the tips of her ears so cutely, an obvious tell before she always let loose a chiding “Rhaenyra.”
“What? What does it matter? She is me and you’ve decided I can not use her to give the people of the Keep a heart attack. I simply must make my amusement at the situation in some way. Of this I refuse to be denied.”
Not-Rhaenyre looked upon her once more mischief turned a touch more discerning as her eyes searched her figure.
“Although at that age I’m fairly certain Daemon had already shown me the text to enact the ritual. Which makes it curious why you are so shocked. You wear the same necklace I received at 18 so what has happened?”
“Daemon has not taken me to Dragonstone, he's been exiled.”
“He didn’t take you beforehand?”
“No. We-” Her cheeks burned. Her eyes dropped.
“Oh, you Targaryen’s and your queer customs.” She did not say it with the same scorn that her own Alicent had uttered it in the garden that day but her face crumpled regardless. “Oh, oh I’m sorry my love did he-”
“No, no. We… I swear we did not do what you accused me of.”
“Accused?” Alicent’s brows furrowed in confusion. Right, this was not her Alicent, and apparently something very…different had occurred here.
“Apologies I- This is incredibly confusing. My… The Alicent from where I’m from did not look upon favorably a venture I went with my uncle. It made quite a mess of what little of our friendship that there was after she had married my father.”
“Oh, Nyra.”
“I just.” She stopped and forced herself to breath against the wave of emotions threatening to suffocate her. “This has been a lovely dream of what I wish could have been but I can not see it anymore. I do not wish to see it. I fear it will ruin what little of my heart I have left to protect.”
“Nyra, I fear this is not a dream.”
“Please, please you can not keep me here. I do not wish to see. Do you understand? I do not wish to see!” Her plea grew desperate but she couldn’t dare to gaze upon them. Suddenly a lofty book was thudding at her side cutting through her rising panic.
Its front simply read
‘Adage of Visenya’
“I’ve never seen this before.”
“You would not have. It is at Dragonstone I presume for your…world? Within Rhaenys chambers. The red keep is not the only place with secrets. Do you know of the lair in the library?”
Rhaenyra blinked up at her counterpart who looked eerily serious. “Yes, the two-part mechanism. The book and then the plate.”
“Good. There is a similar one in her chambers. That is where you will find the book if such exists where you’re from. But if Syrax sent you here I presume there was some help we could provide and this knowledge - outside of the babes it can produce - will serve you well if Otto is pulling such brazen moves.”
“How do you know it was Otto?”
“Are we a fool?”
Rhaenyra clenched her teeth. Sometimes she very much felt so. Though she would never say such a thing.
“I thought not. Do not fret he’s been erased from this world for thinking he could play games with my crown, let alone my beloved.”
“Rhaenyra.”
Yet this time their eyes did not waver from one another. It wasn’t a challenge per se but there was something so incredibly visceral about staring into the eyes of a version of herself who had so plainly succeeded in every aspect.
She had the crown. She had Alicent. And if the glint in her eyes spoke to anything, she had likely made sure Otto lost his treacherous head. With the muscles this version of herself wielded she would not be surprised to find she had done it herself.
She would need to find this book at once. Change the tides. Sitting back and observing the way her world - her very life - was stolen before her eyes thus far had not done her any good.
In sync their heads tilted much like the way Syrax would mimic them when they were before one another.
Rhaenyra was standing before her counterpart without realizing she’d moved.
Staring up into her own eyes. They were not touching. Yet she was confident in the knowledge their hearts were beating as one.
In unison, their heads bowed into one another, their eyes closing as their foreheads touched.
Sudden flashes flew before her eyes.
~
A youth identical to her own. The raucousness to fill the empty halls, the terror of the Red Keep, the little princess here and there escaping septas and running wild. Doted on and spoiled. Sneaking off for that first flight. Meeting Alicent. Everything changing. Less about running free and more about running to auburn hair. A sweet smile. A chiding look that no one else had ever dared level her way.
Comfort. Friendship. Trust. Growing.
That first kiss. Then a second. Then the third. Caught by Alyrie. Alicent’s fear. Them having to stop. Watching. Pondering. What Gods would ask her to refuse such perfection? None she’d ever follow but she wouldn’t say as much in front of her sweet lady. Who held that star pendant so fiercely at her mother's funeral. Crying so harshly while making her swear they would never be so delinquent again. Her heart breaking. Not for being denied but that her sweet lady was denying herself as her tear-filled eyes - despite her words - darted down to Rhaenyra’s lips and lingered.
Friendship, just friendship, as that is what her sweet requested so that is what she would give. Allowing Alicent to take from her what she wished so long as the redness began to fade from her eyes. On and on until Daemon's second banishment and indeed their paths diverged here.
Not-Rhaenyra’s Daemon being brazen in an entirely different way to her own. Uttering little dragon with a different twist to his lips. Still that reckless charm but less lilting, not charming her merely the natural audacity of the man. They’d flown to Dragonstone under the cover of night where he’d shown her secrets. She made a joke of him knowing too much of her future seat and he’d merely ruffled her hair and strode off showing her more until they’d made it to Rhaenys chambers. Handing her a book.
‘I had no use for it. And the little sea brat is not of the royal line. He was not going to get such a gracious gift from me. But for you little dragon I am willing to share tales of the conquerors and their secrets. Your father is obsessed with the fall of dragon lords. I much prefer our rise here. The ways we can conquer. If that means helping you finally topple that cunt Hightower through that precious daughter of his that you hold so dear I believe I can bear it. If only to see Otto suffer with the knowledge of his daughter willingly committing their version of blasphemy.’
She had blinked dumbly at him. Curious but confused until he rolled his eyes opening the book with a flair. Shuffling bit before he found a page written in high valyrian but the rough sketches told more than enough before she bothered reading a word.
‘Women can get women with child?’
‘Meh with a dragon glass cock, some Targaryen blood, and runes - why not? You believed the dragons were so rigid, niece?’
‘No I- I just never imagined I could actually-.’
‘Yes, yes, most exciting that you can have your little Andal I’m sure. Merely promise me the little ankle-biters won't wear a shade of green and the book is yours.’
She agreed without hesitation and things had moved quickly then.
She’d caught Alicent in a particularly alluring state of dress she had meant to question but she had been much too excited to bother. Instead sharing what she had found, telling her of the discovery. Inadvertently begging - pleading - hoping Alicent could see. They did not share the same Gods but Alicent had requested it of her often to at least be willing to heed the seven if they offered their assistance. Now Rhaenyra had requested the same consideration in return for once. Alicent had broken down into hearty sobs within her arms. Immense relief overwhelming and shocking to then Rhaenyra.
She had not found out until later what exactly Alicent had been doing roaming dark halls so late without an escort. More flashes, more changes but once Alicent had fallen back to her side Otto had all but lost it all slowly but surely. The king had denied another wife. Declared Rhaenyra his heir and while her father was swallowed by his grief she had poured over Visenya’s teachings. Had followed at the heels of Corlys, her favored of the council, more present then Beesbury and certainly more trustworthy than Otto. Found a man who was frustrated about the king's refusal to take another bride but understanding of the grief-struck man who refused all offers. Asked questions of Rhaenys what she had witnessed in her time as a princess ‘the Queen who never was’ with a look in her eyes that made Rhaenyra stand just a bit straighter and command instead of ask. Had hunted down sir breakbones in the training yard and ordered him to teach her what he knew. When he would not she’d grabbed a practice sword anyway - attacked him right then and there - no longer willing to be denied.
~
Rhaenyra withdrew slightly - her breath a light pant. One change. One simple change. It had created a whole new world. Open doors she imagined never could budge. She would not be able to mimic it. Not precisely. She did not have an uncle who loved her in such a way. She had not intercepted Alicent on that night. She did not possess the acumen of a small council member willing and able to teach. At least not yet. But she could get the book. She’d heard of the young heir to Harrenhal recently promoted to captain of the gold cloaks in Daemon's absence.
It wasn’t perfect.
But it was a start.
It was more hope than she could’ve ever fathomed on her own. Twisting in the wind. A Targaryen alone in this world is a terrible thing. The words echoed in her mind though she’s certain her own ears had never heard them before.
She was in motion once more. Her lips met another pair, familiar yet entirely foreign.
A twin set of sharp inhalation before they separated. Hands shooting up to parse through their hair in an identical fashion.
Then laughter. That twinkling jingle amused, floated through the air easing both their chest.
“Gods be good, what was that?”
“Ah, my sweet I- My sincerest apology. I do not know what came over me- us? The bond is- it appears to be quite… sufficient like this.”
“You two are bonded then?”
“We are one in the same.” They uttered in unison. Eyes snapping to one another before they both looked away. Pale cheeks burning.
“Hmm, well. Just as I suspected then.”
Not-Rhaenyra looked to Not-Alicent with a furrow in her brow. “Suspected what?”
“Oh come now, my love. You are quite full of yourself,” They both sputtered in offense. “I do not mind it. Not often. But I couldn’t help but wonder if you were to truly be attracted to yourself. It would seem I’ve received my answer. Even if by the strangest occurrence.”
“You are a most benevolent wife of mine. How it warms my heart to hear you think so highly of me.” Not-Rhaenyra drawled - sarcasm thick on her tongue.
“Oh spare me. I just watched you kiss yourself. I believe your opportunity for denial is moot.”
Not-Rheanyra scowled after being deftly subdued. Her wife was much too clever.
“I um- I apologize I believe my gratitude may have overwhelmed the connection. The fault was mine.”
“Oh look at that. I truly did miss how obvious of a liar you were.” Both of their cheeks flared once more.
They spoke at once.
“Ali, please.”
“I- I am not lying!”
She was.
Painfully so.
They were one in the same.
Down to their desires. And while the gratitude had in fact flared it had merely sparked a question that became more then.
Not-Rhaenyra shook her head. “It is no use. Even I see it now.”
She gaped at how easily her counterpart gave in.
One in the same yes, but this counterpart had a four-year head start on her. Gods, how much could change.
Blast it all to hells.
Not-Rhaenyra raised a finger to her throat, tapping a spot. “Right here. We flex it when we lie. The tension. Transfer it instead to your toes, much more subtle.”
“And you noticed that?” Her gaze flicked in disbelief to Alicent.
“Mmm, I’ve always noticed you, Nyra. You’re much too hard to miss.”
“Though I would not recommend lying to your Alicent again. Not about such matters” Not-Rhaenyra cut in, that serious set upon her face once more.
She stiffened. She hadn’t. Not really.
“Yes. You did. At least to her. Save the sly tactics for the council, for Otto. Your focus is better served elsewhere. Not fighting a battle where both of you are so clearly losing.”
This was ridiculous. She was being scolded by herself.
“Rhaenyra,” Her own voice was irrefutable. This was not a question. A warning. A guide. She looked. Purple meeting purple. “If you wish to make it so. You mustn’t do such a thing again. We are one in the same. Trust me?” It sounded like a question. In truth, it was not. It was a foregone conclusion.
She merely nodded her ascent. If she wanted to make changes, she too must change.
Alicent set into motion around whatever was occurring there. Technically as Queen, Rhaenyra was having a week's worth of celebrations. Today her actual birthday was merely the start of the whole event. Timing most fortunate seeing as the point of this elongated event, while yes similar to King Viserys penchant for large spectacles, focused profusely on the small folk.
Meaning the actual day of Rhaenyra’s birth was soundly focused on giving to the small folk. A feast of sorts was given out to any who asked while acts of goodwill were carried out through the city all from the royal coffers. Simple patchwork in lodging and shops. Books and toys were delivered to orphanages. A neat sum given to all official businesses, even those upon the street of silk. An incentive to keep in place the mandates intended to keep such work safe and free of particularly dangerous and unsavory habits.
Not much need for the Queen and her Consort outside of their appearance. Which they had technically already made at the initiation of the feast. It would run all day ensuring no matter the time or work one did, everyone in King's Landing had an opportunity to taste their Queen's generosity.
As such Alicent made her way to the door of the chamber, sticking her head out as she kept it as closed as possible. She trusted Ser Harrold with her life but there was no need to startle the man with the messy work of dragons. Once she returned she found the pair staring at each other once more.
She wondered if they realized they looked like startled kittens standing off in an alleyway. Scruffs peaked and backs arched with a low charge in the air. When the younger one had moved she had feared the worst. Her Nyra was volatile at the best of times and in her youth well… Alicent had always done her best to minimize the storm. She was not as successful as often as she would’ve liked.
But after they’d kissed her mind took in their pseudo stare down in another light. A curiosity peeking through the mess. She would never let another touch her the way she allows her dearest love. She’d much rather die and save herself the embarrassment. But they had said it themselves had they not?
One in the same?
They both responded as she bid. Both had that sensitive spot just at their nape. The obvious penchant for her smell, and of course her bosom. She wanted to roll her eyes. No matter what, her dragon was a predictable creature. At least to her.
With that predictability came more so the question of whether she dared or not. They would. She knew with confidence. If she asked it of them they would. But that was the most embarrassing part. Asking.
The pendant of her born faith had long since left her neck. A chain unbound once she’d been claimed as she was always destined to be. That did not rid the teachings from her mind. Sinful greed. Uncouth harlot. Ill-fated whore. She would technically be sleeping with someone she was not wed to. Sleeping with two people at once.
It was improper. It made her breath hitch.
Purple eyes snapped to her. Ever attentive dragons. As if they could smell her sin. Her dragons were much too intuitive. They moved snake-like and languid - tilting their heads just so - smirked that particularly damnable smirk. The one they gave when she was caught right as they wished. Her heart raced in her chest.
“Ask it.” Her Queen spoke plainly.
“Whatever do you mean.”
Nyra tutted. They both took a step forth.
“What did I tell you at our Valyrian wedding? Whatever you ask of me, it shall be yours.”
“Right. Of course I recall, my love.”
“Ali,” Even Nyra had a warning flare and she was pressed with the persistent reminder she was playing with two dragons and not only one. This game was much different.
“Ask it-
-and we will be yours”
“Gods be good,” She closed her eyes. She could not look. Not upon this. This dance of theirs. She could sense them closing in upon her where she stood helpless and destined to burn in the middle. But she had always craved Rhaenyra’s heat and so-
“Please?”
Hands were on her in an instant.
She could tell even with her eyes closed the difference and it made her smile. Her Queen's callouses versus Nyra’s smooth palms. She had loved both versions in their time and knew she would love every other version yet to come.
There was also the fact that while both of them had that familiar heat which denoted the blood of the dragon. And that scent of Syrax clinging to them the figure at her front did not laud over her fully as the figure at her back did. Nyra was taller than her but only just so as she began kissing her with a fierceness. The sort that made her chest twinge with a dull ache for what that desperation spoke too.
She did not understand the full extent of what they had shared but she had heard more than enough. Nyra and her Alicent were not upon positive circumstances, and considering her counterpart had apparently married the king. Such a fact is not unsurprising. She wished to soothe those pangs as best she could and hope for a better outcome for the pair eventually.
Her hand reached for the nape of her Queen where she mouthed at her neck and her other grasped Nyra. Delighting in the twin groans they released as they drew in tighter to her. Encircling her in a warmth she never would have imagined luxuriating within so.
Nyra detached from her lips and mirrored her wifes assault on the other side of her neck.
She wished she had the wherewithal to be upset as they nipped and sucked brazenly at her exposed flesh. Such a careless and improper means of claiming her that she would have to bare the evidence of for the next week at least. She could not find the time for true upset over it as hands skated across her figure. Grasping and hungry. She moaned under the feeling.
Then suddenly her dress was falling away. Revealing her flesh.
“My Gods nothing underneath? Were you planning for me to ravish you this day dear wife?”
“I know the dragon I married my love.”
She didn’t speak high valyrian often. The language still feeling awkward and strange on her tongue. Though as she felt them both shudder against her at the meager words. It was always well worth it.
“You taught her?”
“Of course.”
“Fuck.”
“Mhmm.”
Then Nyra was falling to her knees before her and her eyes fell to meet those reverent purples. Her wife had always looked at her differently, granted her every wish, promised her the world and more. But it was an absurd experience to have her wife at her back and seeing that raw unfiltered look of wander once more.
A hand covered hers before guiding it to Nyra’s hair.
“We are yours my love, but you must ask.” Rhaenyra whispered in her ear and it was so simple the sordid filth posed. So easily offered to her without hesitation. Perhaps she had actually become the blood of the dragon because she felt something in her chest roar.
The breath stuttered out of her throat as Rhaenyra used her body to spread her legs further allowing an unobstructed view of what she was sure to be her dripping cunt.
“You’re the most gorgeous being I’ve ever laid my eyes upon. ” The effect of the kneeling girl's words was supplemented as she slipped into that habit she recalled from the first few times she laid with her wife. The high valyrian the only way she could speak the overwhelming truth of her experience her Queen had explained. Proven true once more by the way Nyra’s eyes seemed to shift and pulse not looking away from her for a second even as she leaned in closer taking in a hearty breath. Her teasing dragon staunch in her refusal to show much restraint except when it came to the opportunity to torture her.
“Please Nyra, have me?”
She would’ve expected her to descend with barely restrained hunger. Instead she nosed through Alicent’s auburn bush tracing her nearly with her nose while her eyes remained enraptured. Nearly cataloguing every detail as she familiarized herself with every bit that she could reach.
Rhaenyra’s other arm wrapped around her waist steadying her before nyra’s tongue snaked through her folds, lapping at her entirety with a calm steady tongue.
Her hips bucked only constrained by the grip, as her hand in those white wisps finally latched on. Rhaenyra’s hand withdrew as her fingertips began trailing teasingly up her outstretched arm.
“You taste more exquisite than my wildest dreams.” Then her tongue returned licking and exploring. Oh so keen eyes watching in that trance-like state that always reminded her how otherworldly Targaryen purple is. As she cried out eye’s sliding shut under the attention of that tongue she couldn’t help but agree as she had silently for years.
Closer to Gods than men indeed.
“Do not tease long. She’s been quite good for us and there’s something I’d like to show you.” Rhaenyra’s voice was gruff as she huffed the words against Alicent’s ear but so obviously talked around her instead of to her. One too many times of allowing her wife to take her wherever she wished had apparently been none too subtle about her slightest interest in being used in such a manner. Her chest flushed impossibly. How strange to manage to be ruined by her own wife. How invigorating.
It seemed to interest Nyra enough that she began in earnest. No longer teasing. Taking to sucking her clit within her mouth rolling and flicking the bundle of nerves with vigor that nearly knocked her feet out from under her. Only saved by the unwavering hold at her waist that was aided by a pair of smooth palms supporting her thighs.
“Yes, yes Nyra, that's perfect.”
She moaned into her cunt the vibrations of her delight causing her to whine as the grip on her thighs tightened.
Rhaenyra’s hand completed its journey finding her jaw to gently turn her enough so that their mouths could meet. A heady combination to have that familiar tongue working in her mouth and at her clit simultaneously. She began rocking as much as her wife would afford her into the increasing pressure of Nyra between her thighs. The relentless stroking drawing noises of pleasure that her wife swallowed with her own mouth as if she could taste the pleasure on her tongue.
A hand pushed up her thigh until she felt the teasing of fingertips at her entrance that turned to pressure as two digits tentatively pushed within her eager depths. Moaning once more reverberated around her clit as she drenched the fingers that pushed in and curled before withdrawing. Pumping her full as an eager mouth feasted upon her.
She cried out. “Good Nyra. Fuck so good my love, just like that.”
It seemed to be all the encouragement needed. Her wife claimed her lips once more demanding they remain attached only with the force of her lips as the hand at her face fell to her chest tweaking a nipple just so. The fire in her belly became undeniable as her climax approached. It was so much. Nearly too much. It was divine.
Her wife held her steady as she shattered upon Nyra’s tongue and fingers with a gush of wetness. The young dragon eagerly lapped at all she had to offer before her mouth finally withdrew. Hot puffs of air wafted over her cunt as fingers eased from her pulsing walls.
“Dear wife, she was good for you, was she not?” She could only manage a nod against the shoulder her head had fallen back upon. “No,” Nyra began rising from her kneeling position. Pressing in flush to her nude body. “Tell her.”
“Thank you, Nyra. You were so good.” She reached out her hand caressing the wrist of the hand that had been within her. Drawing the slick digits into her mouth as she felt Nyra shiver against her. It was quite sweet the roiling tension she could feel there barely restrained but managing all the same. Her dragon was always an impressive display of contradiction.
“Mmm, then do you not deem it proper to return the favor?”
And she was still not talking to her, not in truth as their heads had met once more. Pressed together over her own shoulder and this was so impossibly absurd. A scene that if she ever spoke aloud to another would find them likely to claim her to be riddled with dragon madness. Perhaps she was but not in the sense they would think. She watched with a thrill as they kissed once more with intent. Rhaenyra’s tongue clearly seeking out every trace of Alicent that remained on Nyra’s tongue.
It wasn’t until they withdrew that she bothered to answer. Not wishing to disturb such a display. “Yes, my love.” Her hand hoisted up the side of Nyra’s cheek watching as her head dropped into her palm following the warmth of it. She moved and they worked around her moving in tandem edging toward the bed. Once they’d managed the slow progress there she pushed Nyra down upon the edge of it once more. As she settled Alicent made to sink to her knees only to be caught by two calloused hands upon her hips.
Rhaenyra tutted lightly and Nyra began shifting. Wordlessly discarding her own dress before she slipped deeper into the bedding pushing towards the head until her back met the headboard. Patient and watching. Gods she wished she could understand what was happening in their minds. But being in between this clear exchange was more than a consolation for being excluded so.
“On the bed my sweet but please do rest upon your knees. I wish to have my own entertainment . It is my birthday as well after all.” Rhaenyra released her with a fleeting caress along the curve of her backside. With a sultry look over her shoulder, she did as her wife bid before returning her sights to Nyra.
“Is this okay love?” The sight between Nyra’s spread legs told her plenty but it never hurt to check in.
“Yes I- More than okay.” Her voice was incredibly gravelly as if speaking were a chore - it was enticing in the strangest way. The way her eyes roved over every expanse of her body like that was more important than bothering to do such a mundane task such as speak.
Then there was a hand wrapping around her curls. She felt the gathered bundle swiftly held together by an elastic. Her eyes darted to the side spotting Rhaenyra’s now naked smirking form before the hand began urging her head forward into Nyra’s spread legs. She allowed herself to be moved easily tongue flattened as she tasted between slick folds. She groaned at the tang of Nyra on her tongue as another hand took over the hold.
“Oh fuck thats-” Her words were cut off as her hips rolled eagerly head thunking against the frame. Alicent allowed her eyes to slip closed as she focused. After years she knew how to work her dragon. With Nyra she was sure to give her a slow build up, stroking her body with a precise tongue like a performer delicately tuning their favored instrument.
In her distraction, she didn’t notice the bed shifting behind her until her knees were bracketed and she felt Rhaenyra’s cock pushing against her exposed cunt. The feel of her wife stretching her made her stutter over her movements as she moaned. Allowing herself a moment to adjust to the presence but the break didn’t last long before the hand grasping her hair made itself known once more. Tightening before it drew her back to her previous station between Nyra’s legs. Her wife’s hands found their home one at her hips keeping them raised while the other rested between her shoulder blades securely holding her in position.
“Focus, my sweet.” Nyra rasped with a force her voice hadn’t yet possessed. The steel suddenly present in it had her smiling into her task, redoubling her efforts as she could recognize the tells of the coil tightening in Nyra. Even with her intentional languid movement, she was already primed to snap. It was a fact that made pride bloom in her chest, the constant proof of how much her dragon always desired her so.
“Good girl, my love, just like that. You’re being so perfect for us.”
Bolstered by her Queen’s words she tried her best to remain just so even as her wife began thrusting behind her. Movements harsh enough to jostle her forcing her to work in earnest and grip desperately at Nyra. Another climax started flaring at her insides at the fullness but she couldn’t allow herself to peak once more before she’d done her duty.
She hastened her tongue as she worked around the moans being drawn from her throat. She put up a valiant effort into the attention she dedicates to Nyra’s clit before shifting gears and delving into her fluttering core. Burying herself as far as she could seeking with her tongue until finally a garbled string of curses was being chanted above her. She stroked that spot restlessly as it felt like her wife was practically trying to race to finish behind her.
Suddenly she felt her head being pushed in impossibly tighter to her cunt enshrouding her in Nyra’s slick heat as twin shouts filled the air the thrust behind her turning stilted. Nonetheless, her wife was diligent in maintaining more than enough force to drag her over the edge once more as she cried out into Nyra’s depths.
Distantly as her aftershocks wrecked havoc upon her she felt hands delicately draw her upwards until she rested against the warmth of her wife’s chest. The change in angle caused her to grind down eagerly, still so needy for her dragon. Something in her demanded to be satisfied - to be completely consumed.
“She’s incredible, isn’t she? My good Queen.” The words teased off her wife’s tongue.
“Please,” She whined even as she didn’t know fully what she was asking for, only that “I need more, my dragon.”
The sharp inhalations brought a lazy smile to her lips.
“As you wish, my love.” Her wife turned away from speaking into the shell of her ear. “Put that on. I assure you it is an experience like no other.”
“I- Is this the-”
“Yes and no it’s the dragon glass and runes but seeing as neither of us has bled nor written the last runes it will not hold. I assure you, we’ve tested it quite thoroughly. The ones you see at the base are merely there to give it a most unique capability and texture than you will have ever experienced from it before.”
From where she writhed against her wife she watched behind lidded eyes as Nyra shimmied into the harness. For a moment she was surprised by her wifes generosity as she offered the younger dragon the larger of the two cocks.
That is until her wife stilled her before murmuring to her once more. “Are you truly going to leave her cock without any attention? A good Queen would warm her dragon's cock, especially after asking so nicely.”
She swallowed harshly at the implication. Realization dawning on why her wife would be so generous . Her body shivered in anticipation as she nodded before moving forward. Feeling her wife’s cock slip from her core as she shuffled to instead rest on her knees above where Nyra had eased down from her propped-up position. She watched the way Nyra’s throat bobbed hands more confidently, finding and roaming her body as she reached down between them grasped the dragon glass as her other hand steadied her resting upon the younger woman's chest.
As she sunk upon the cock Nyra’s head fell harshly back against the pillows. Experiencing just how much of the act the special dragon glass and runic combo granted the wearer to feel during such an act. A string of curses falling quickly until she finally rested fully upon lightly arching hips.
“Ali by the Gods- you feel amazing, my love.”
Alicent moaned. Fervently rolling her hips at the words while delighting in the unyielding grip on her flesh. An insistent hand pushed her forward which she bowed to easily, taking the opportunity to connect her lips to Nyra’s. Allowing their tongues to tangle enthusiastically. She felt the way calloused hands traveled down her back unhurried until finding her rear. The whine she let out felt foreign to her ears with its desperation. A feeling heightened as her wife pressed the head of the more reasonable cock against the pucker found there.
She cried out as the tip gently breached the tight ring of muscle even soaked by her arousal. The process left her breathing laboured as hands skated soothingly across the expanse of her back.
“You're doing so well my sweet. Relax and allow your dragons to care for you. Just breathe.” Her wife's voice was as smooth and comforting as any lullaby she’d ever heard. It made her shoulders loosen as she rested more of her weight upon Nyra drawing in shuddering breaths as the young dragon muttered similar words of encouragement in between sweet kisses.
Her wife patiently sanks her cock into her until she was finally flush to her backside. She feels nearly fit to suffocate in this den nestled between the scorching heat. Stretched and filled beyond her wildest imagination as her wife gently folded over her back. Senses unable to process much else aside from the scent of lemon and brimstone.
In unison, they began slowly thrusting. Working her between their bodies ensuring she had not a moment to think. One pulled while the other pushed so that she had little else to do in their midst but take all her dragons deigned to bestow upon her. Their mouths and hands were everywhere as they methodically dismantled her.
If this was death she could imagine no holier way to careen from this existence as they both took up peppering her neck with kisses.
She found little pleasure in cursing. Found it woefully uncouth and base to succumb to such language. At present she had no capability to worry about such a fickle matter as propriety as she cried out from the overwhelming pleasure.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.”
“Perfect my love,” Her wife huffed from exertion. “Let us hear you. Let us hear how good we make you feel.”
She could feel the tears stinging her eyes as her body was seized by pleasure. The pressure compounded to a height where she was coiled tight as a bow. The symphony of the meeting of flesh and their moans began to fade in her ears as her hands shot out reaching for the comfort of them under her palms. The fire surrounding her reached a fever pitch as two sets of teeth bared down on her throat she felt as if she were flying. Her eyes rolled back in ecstasy as her vision whited out.
When she blinked back to the present she was splayed on her back in the plump bedding. She felt a damp towel wiping diligently between her legs.
“Welcome back, my sweet.” The tone was much too smug. As such she turned away from it. Only to be met with a just as smug face. She groaned. Her dragon was most insufferable.
“Come now Ali, continue making noises such as that and we’ll think you wish for another round.” Her dragon was also incredibly insatiable.
For a moment she pondered giving in. Her dragon was not the only one to enjoy wearing the dragon glass.
A knock at the door put a halt to such thoughts.
“Were we expecting anyone, my Queen?” Both dragons peered over towards the door and she couldn’t resist the giggle that spoiled over.
“The food. I forgot myself. Please, my love, relieve poor Ser Harrold of being so near I hate to imagine his ears having to suffer so.”
Rhaenyra acquiesced, easily slipping on her robe before retrieving the nearly overflowing tray and refusing the offer of a servant to set up the meal for the royal couple. Once swiftly handled she set the contents in the sitting area before returning to the bedding assisting Alicent with her shaky legs until they all lounged upon the chaises.
As they nibbled away Nyra’s voice spoke up.
“This has been an…illuminating experience and I am incredibly grateful. However, I realize I do not quite know how to return to where I belong.”
Rhaenyra merely hummed around her bite. “If Syrax sent you here I have no doubt our golden lady is capable of returning you. Plus I find myself most curious about what her song sounds like.”
Perhaps afterward they were more languid and engaged in a few more activities of interest before finally making a clandestine trip to the Dragonpit. Where Syrax seemed most pleased at the presence of two Rhaenyras. After the dragon’s playful delight had passed she wrapped up the younger woman before she indeed began singing. Covering Nyra with her head so that she was no longer visible only then did her scales shimmer in a most peculiar way before she loosened from her coil revealing nothing but empty space.
Immediately Alicent spun on her heel and smacked her wife's arm. An unwise decision to attack a dragon rider before said dragon but for Alicent? Syrax merely chuffed in amusement, resting her head as to keep one eye upon the pair.
“You dare strike your Queen?!?” Rhaenyra yelped in offence, jerking away from Alicent's next strike.
“I dare to strike a dragon who has loosed another terror upon mine own counterpart. Do not believe me so daft that I didn’t notice all those looks. You were teaching her much more than how to secure her crown.”
Rhaenyra - the fool - shot her a cheeky grin, eyes unrepentant as she looked at her wife. Her hand caught the next attempted lashing. Drawing her in tight to her chest before husking in her ear. “You did not seem so against my lessons in the moment, dear wife.”
Alicent could merely scoff as her cheeks flooded with heat. With no retort available on her tongue she did what was most sufficient to shut her wife up in moments such as these and drew her into a deep kiss. Hoping it would be enough to daze her for the entirety of the trip back to the Keep.