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King Stag Pt. 6 (Game of Thrones)
🕑 Added 2018-03-10 20:38:23 +0000 UTC A/N: And here's the next part of King Stag~-x-X-x-
This… this was not how she expected to return to King’s Landing. And yet, as Rhaella Targaryen arrives in the city as an honored guest, she can’t quite help but be happy that things turned out this way. The beautiful, violet eyed woman walks with her head held high, her newborn cradled in the crook of her left arm, and her son’s small hand clasped firmly by her right.
“Viserys… what I have told you?”
The young dragon beside her glances about, more than a little afraid. At five years old, he hadn’t lived long enough, experienced long enough, to really have an opinion about anything at all. Rhaella could imagine a world where he would grow up hateful and spiteful. A world where perhaps she died in childbirth, and their last remaining loyal subjects squirreled her children away from Westeros entirely, to protect them from the Usurper.
That had not occurred, however. Negotiations had been had. Rhaella had not expected it, but Robert Baratheon, the new King of the Seven Kingdoms, had turned out to be more reasonable than her late husband… by far. And thus, here they were, to bend the knee to the man who’d slew her son, Viserys’ brother… but Rhaella could not find it in her heart to truly hate over Rhaegar’s death.
She would mourn him forever, but her son had grown up and made mistakes. He’d led to his own ruin, right alongside his father. If she could avoid that with Viserys, she would. Swallowing thickly beside her, the boy in question finally answers in a quiet, subdued tone.
“We are to bow and p-pledge loyalty to the new King m-mother. And I am not to refer to h-him as the Usurper…”
Rhaella smiles softly.
“Good boy.”
That isn’t to say it hadn’t taken her quite a bit of effort to get Viserys to where he was now over the last few months. Five was still old enough to be impressionable, and the boy had grown up spoiled. And that was a nice way of describing it. Still, Rhaella loved her children. She would do anything to protect them. Even if that meant teaching them the hard way.
Quite suddenly, the large double doors before them open up. They are announced, and the entire court turns towards them as Rhaella begins to move forward. With her head held high, but unadorned of any crown, the beautiful Targaryen woman looks absolutely regal nonetheless, even with a babe in the crook of her arm and a young child at her side.
Robert Baratheon, as it turns out, has grown from the boy she met in passing years ago, to a bear of a man. Beside her, she hears Viserys’ quiet, sharp intake of breath, and knows the boy is all the more cowed by the Baratheon’s appearance, even as the man sits on the Targaryen throne. But it is not the Targaryens’ any longer, and so long as Viserys doesn’t make a scene, Rhaella has every hope that they will escape this with their heads on their shoulders.
Her children will be safe, and that is all that matters.
“Lady Rhaella. Lord Viserys. Lady Daenerys. Approach the throne.”
The Baratheon King’s voice rings out, deep and rich and complex. He does not roar, but he is heard by everyone in the throne room nonetheless. Rhaella is ever so slightly bolstered by the way his voice softens slightly when he speaks her daughter’s name, despite the baby being too young to do much more than look around inquisitively and sleep at this point.
As they finally come to a stop beneath the Iron Throne, Rhaella descends to her knees, and Viserys does so with her. Together, they bow their heads in supplication, even as she makes sure to keep Daenerys safe in the crook of her arm. There is silence in the court for a long moment, as if everyone is holding their breath. After a moment, Rhaella realizes this is probably true. She knows she is, after all.
Finally, the Grandmaester speaks and the pomp and ceremony begins as he asks them to affirm their allegiance to their King. Rhaella does so, and to her great relief, Viserys does the same beside her, mimicking her words with his head down and his eyes on the ground. Her little dragon had become so very docile, and under other circumstances Rhaella might have regretted that. The loss of innocence… but under these, she knew they had to stay alive. And the Baratheon King’s negotiations had been more than fair.
As everything wraps up and Rhaella and Viserys are bid to stand, Robert does the same. He speaks to the room, rather than to them, but his words fill Rhaella with joy nonetheless.
“The sins of the father need not stain his children, nor his wife. Their dynasty is at an end, but the remaining members of House Targaryen have proved themselves reasonable people. I will not see them destroyed because of a Mad King and a Rapist Prince. Viserys Targaryen will be Lord of Dragonstone when he comes of age. Rhaella Targaryen and Jon Arryn will be wed and share regency over the island until Viserys is a man grown. This is my decree. Let it end with Aerys’ death. I will not see anyone take vengeance on the children.”
And like that, its over. Rhaella isn’t sure what to do, as court comes to an end and people begin to leave. But then Elia is there, and if nothing else, the Martell woman is a more familiar face than half these people that the new Baratheon King surrounds himself with. The other half being the traitors and vultures who sold her family over in the first place for a piece of the pie…
Elia is most obviously pregnant, but Rhaella doesn’t comment on that… at least at first. Hours later, once Viserys and Daenerys are both sound asleep, the former Queen can’t help but ask the obvious. Elia tenses for a moment, and then seems to simply decide to own it, smiling casually as she sits beside Rhaella on the bed, one hand on her bulging abdomen.
“It’s Robert’s, of course.”
Rhaella’s eyes go wide, but deep down inside, she had known it was something of that sort. For a moment, there’s silence, and its clear that Elia isn’t sure whether or not she’s about to be judged. After the moment passes, Rhaella lets out a sigh and gives the younger woman a smile.
“I’m glad for you, my dear. May you find happiness, in your new life.”
Elia smiles back, pleased with Rhaella’s reaction. After a moment, Rhaella continues, slightly more mournful.
“If only my son had not been as bad a husband as his father. I had high hopes for the boy… for our family. Aerys was a monster, he merely grew less and less capable of hiding it as the years went by. But Rhaegar? My dear Rhaegar? I hope you’ll forgive me for feeling sentimental. I’d truly thought that the Crown Prince would fix the mistakes of his father… not compound them.”
Rather than judge her mother-in-law, Elia reaches out and places a hand over Rhaella’s, squeezing reassuringly.
“He was a good man to me, at least at first. But… in the end, the madness consumed him as well. It will be up to you to make sure it does not consume Viserys… Daenerys.”
Rhaella’s back straightens up at that as she catches the hidden meaning in Elia’s words. The unspoken message ‘or else Robert will have to end them’ is loud and clear, hanging in the air. The other woman is not wrong though, and after a moment Rhaella deflates, her shoulder slumping as she nods her head.
“Yes. I will do my best, you know I will. I can only hope that Viserys is young enough to change.”
With a reassuring smile on her face, Elia bobs her head up and down in agreement.
“There is Jon to consider, as well. The Lord Arryn certainly did something right with our new King and Eddard Stark, did he not? Perhaps you can lean on him for support. It will be a strange thing, being able to do that with your husband after so long with… Aerys… but I think you should do your best to learn.”
Rhaella bites her lower lip at that. Jon Arryn… yes, her new husband. The man would still be spending the majority of his time in the Vale, but he would also be making routine trips to Dragonstone, to assist her with the regency that was to come. And tomorrow they would be wed in the Great Sept, and she would have her second husband.
It was not usually something that was done. Rhaella would have accepted the Silent Sisters if it kept her son and daughter alive and well. But Robert had been more generous than that… more savvy as well. Despite her looks and her name, Robert or perhaps Jon himself, had sussed out the fact that, out of everyone in the Seven Kingdoms, none hated what the Targaryen Dynasty had become quite as much as Rhaella.
There were those who had potentially suffered more… but she’d sat in the center of her House’s machinations for too many long years to feel anything but disgust for it all. As such, she truly would be the perfect regent for her children, as Robert and Jon had apparently decided. Rhaella would not allow any loyalists that remained to poison the minds of her babies with thoughts of taking back the Iron Throne.
She would raise Viserys to be a Lord, and Daenerys to be a Lady. House Targaryen would live on, but it was Rhaella’s fondest wish that her family never rule Westeros, ever again. Jon… Jon Arryn would be helpful there, yes. With a slight smile on her face, Rhaella nods to Elia.
“You’re right, of course. He can’t be worse than Aerys, now can he?
Elia chuckles at that and rubs her fingers into Rhaella’s skin.
“I think you should aim for a bit more than that… but yes, I highly doubt he could be.”
Rhaella joins Elia in chuckling, and without even realizing she had them in the first place, the former Queen finds her worries over her impending nuptials fading away.
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Just like that, she’s married. It was rather crazy, how time could pass so swiftly. The ceremony had dragged a bit, but the feast had been a whirlwind of events. Now though, they were alone. Rhaella Targaryen, last living adult to House Targaryen, stood in the bedchambers of one Lord Jon Arryn of the Vale. The man was not… unappealing. While his age showed, it did not show like it had on Aerys. Jon was not decrepit, or hunchbacked. Nor was he wrinkly and mad-eyed.
No, as the man approaches her, Rhaella can’t help but find him quite… distinguished. What follows is a surprisingly tender kiss, and all she receives after that is more of the same. Her hands come up to rest on Jon’s chest, even as he slowly, almost lovingly even, divests her of her dress and smallclothes. It takes time, but he gets there. It certainly takes longer than Aerys would have. But then, Rhaella is only finding out what she already knew. Jon Arryn is no Mad King.
When he finishes exposing her, the man presses his palm against the curve of her breast, running his fingers over her soft, pliable chest. Rhaella’s breath hitches. It’s the first time in her life that a sexual touch has not also been a rough, aggressive, violent one. And in the end, it means the world to her. In that moment, Rhaella realizes she does not have to be a spectator in her own sexual encounter.
Every move Jon makes invites her to reciprocate, and once Rhaella sees this, she can’t help but do so. Divesting him of his own clothes does not see him flying into a rage and hitting her. Touching him does not provoke him to skip the foreplay, bend her over, and fuck her standing up right then and there. They explore one another, and Rhaella can’t help but be in awe of the mutual respect as she runs her fingers over the aged Lord’s body, even as he does the same with his fingers on hers.
Eventually, they end up on the bed. But Rhaella is not thrown there, not tossed on by a man with only lust and anger and spite running through his veins. Jon lays her back, and the Targaryen can’t help but spread her legs for him as he slips between them carefully, gently. His member, more than erect by this point, pauses nonetheless at her opening. Rhaella bites her lower lip as he looks up into her eyes questioningly.
Even that much is… more than she’s ever gotten. Nodding her head in silent approval, Rhaella watches as Jon slowly pushes forward, filling her with his length. It’s… it’s good. It may just very well be the first pleasurable sexual experience she’s ever had. The more he moves, the more Rhaella enjoys it, and as Jon makes sweet, sweet love to her, the former Queen can’t help but wrap her arms around his neck, pulling him down into a deep, passionate kiss.
Their copulation lasts quite a while. Rhaella experiences an orgasm at the hands of a man for the first time in her life. And when Jon finally reaches his own release, it’s not some pathetic panting sort of thing as he wheezes atop her. The aged Lord grunts once, and then she feels it, his hot seed painting her insides.
Its everything Rhaella never knew she wanted. And when Jon pulls out a moment later and instead of rolling away, continues to hold her close, the Targaryen woman realizes that it’s everything she ever needed as well.
After decades of suffering and sadness, Rhaella Targaryen… is finally at peace.
Comments
Prof.Dr.Naimis
Awwwwww... this is so sweet. We need more of this, more happy ends :D Okay, time-jump and Viserys having his first time with some hot chick next please. No seriously, keep up the good work, I look forward to read more of your stories.
DarkLightKage
Honestly my favorite series of yours.
