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A Life in Westeros

Chapter 13 - Part 2

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That evening they ate a simple meal together in the small dining room overlooking the canal. Roasted fish with herbs, fresh bread still warm from the oven, olives, cheese, and watered wine. Nothing extravagant — just honest food that filled the belly. The table was lit by two oil lamps that cast a warm, flickering glow across the wooden surfaces.

The children chattered nonstop, their energy undimmed by the long day.

Viserys sat straighter than usual, clearly still buzzing from the training. “I landed three hits on his shield today,” he boasted between bites of fish, waving his fork for emphasis. “And I would have gotten more if he didn’t keep moving so fast. Next time I’ll be better. You’ll see. I’ll make you proud when we train again tomorrow.”

Adian chewed slowly, nodding. “Three is a good start. But speed isn’t everything. You leave yourself open when you swing that hard. Tomorrow we’ll work on control. Power means nothing if you can’t hit what you aim for.”

Viserys frowned but didn’t argue. Instead he leaned forward, eyes bright. “Did the pirates really try to board your ship? How many were there? Did you kill them all yourself?”

“More than I wanted,” Adian answered honestly, keeping his tone even. “Twelve of us against three ships full of them. We cut most of their ropes and sent them swimming. Fighting on a deck is different from the yard. Everything moves. The blood makes it slippery. You have to stay calm or you die tired.”

Rhaenys listened with wide eyes, chewing on a piece of bread. “I don’t like pirates. They sound mean. But you’re here now, so you must be very strong.” She tilted her head, studying him again. “Does your shoulder still hurt? I can make another poultice before bed if you want. The herbs I gave you earlier should help by morning.”

“Thank you,” Adian said, giving her a small smile. “It’s sore, but your herbs will do good work. You pay attention to details. That’s important.”

Rhaenys beamed, clearly proud. She launched into a long, winding story about the gulls she had named earlier that week — one she called Stormwing because it flew through the mist like it was angry, another she called Silver because of how its feathers caught the light. She spoke with such earnest detail that even Viserys stopped interrupting to listen.

Daenerys, sitting in a raised chair, mostly smeared fish and olive oil across her face and hands, grinning the whole time. Every few moments she pointed at Adian with a sticky finger and declared “Sea man!” or tried to offer him a half-chewed olive. When he accepted one with mock seriousness, she laughed so hard she nearly toppled sideways.

Rhaella watched it all quietly from the head of the table, eating slowly. Her violet eyes moved from one child to the next, then settled on Adian more often than not. There was a softness in her expression Adian hadn’t seen before — a mixture of gratitude and something deeper, more vulnerable. She spoke little during the meal, content to let the children fill the room with noise, but every so often she would ask a gentle question.

“Was the training too much for you today, Viserys?” she asked once. “You look tired.”

“I’m not tired,” the boy insisted immediately. “I could train all night.”

Adian chuckled under his breath. “We’ll see how you feel tomorrow when your arms are sore.”

After the meal, Rhaella rose gracefully. “Time for bed, little ones. Say goodnight.”

Viserys grumbled but obeyed after a pointed look from his mother. Rhaenys gave Adian a quick hug, surprising him. “Goodnight. Dream of nice seas, not pirates.” Daenerys reached out sleepily for another “up,” but Rhaella scooped her up instead, kissing her forehead.

Adian waited in the solar while Rhaella put the children to bed. He stood by the window, staring out at the dark canal below. Lanterns from passing boats reflected on the black water like scattered stars. The city sounds drifted in softly — distant singing from a pleasure barge, the gentle lap of water against stone, the occasional call of a boatman guiding his pole through the night. It was peaceful, but his mind kept turning over details: the new trade contracts, the whispers about Viserys, the letters waiting back in Westeros.

The door opened quietly behind him. Rhaella stepped inside and closed it softly. The room suddenly felt smaller. She had let her hair down; it fell in a thick silver-gold wave over one shoulder, catching the lamplight. She wore a simple nightgown now, the fabric soft and clinging gently to her fuller figure. She looked at him for a long moment, violet eyes steady but full of emotion.

“I know who you are,” she said quietly, voice barely above a whisper. “The man who has kept us alive all these years. The man who risked everything while the rest of the world forgot us or wished us dead.”

She stopped in front of him. Her hands came up slowly to rest on his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart through his tunic.

“I have thought about you often,” she whispered, her fingers tightening slightly in the fabric. “Wondered what kind of man would do this for strangers. What drove you to send ships and gold and messages for so long. Tonight… I don’t want to wonder anymore. I want to know you.”

Adian slid his hand around her waist, pulling her closer. His injured shoulder protested the movement, but he ignored it. “Then stop wondering.”

He kissed her slowly. Not the rough hunger he gave the others, but deep and deliberate, giving her time to feel every second of it. Rhaella melted into the kiss with a soft, trembling sound, her fingers curling tighter into his tunic. Years of loneliness, fear, and careful restraint poured out of her. She pressed closer, body warm and yielding against his. When they finally broke apart, her cheeks were flushed and her breathing unsteady, lips slightly parted.

“Take me to bed,” she said, voice barely above a whisper, eyes dark with need. “Please.”

Adian took her hand and led her to her modest chamber. A single lamp burned low on the side table, casting a gentle golden light across the simple room. A large mirror stood against one wall, reflecting the soft glow and the two of them as they entered. Adian sat on the edge of the bed and drew her gently between his knees, his hands resting on her hips. His thumbs traced slow circles over the fabric of her gown, feeling the warmth of her body beneath.

Rhaella stood there, trembling slightly. Not from fear, but from the sheer weight of the moment. Years of loneliness, of lying awake wondering if she would ever be touched again, crashed over her. She looked down at him with wide violet eyes as he reached up and began unlacing her gown with deliberate care. The fabric slid down her body in a soft whisper, pooling at her feet. She wore only a thin shift underneath, the material worn from many washings but still soft against her skin.

Her figure was beautiful in the lamplight. Motherhood had changed her in ways that made her even more womanly — fuller hips from bearing three children, soft rounded thighs that pressed together nervously, and heavy breasts that strained against the thin linen, her darker nipples clearly visible and already stiff.

Adian ran his hands slowly up her sides, savoring the warmth of her skin through the shift. He cupped her breasts gently at first, weighing their fullness in his palms, thumbs brushing over her stiff nipples in slow circles. Rhaella gasped sharply, her back arching into his touch as a shiver ran through her entire body.

“They’re still sensitive,” she breathed, voice shaky. “From nursing Daenerys… they never fully stopped. Sometimes they ache at night when I think too much.”

Adian didn’t speak. He simply pulled the shift down over her shoulders, letting it join the gown on the floor. Rhaella stood completely bare before him now. Her tits were full and heavy, swaying slightly with her quickened breathing. The nipples were a deep rose color, already glistening. When he squeezed one breast gently, a thin bead of warm milk appeared at the tip and slowly trickled down the soft curve.

Rhaella moaned softly, her cheeks burning with a mix of shame and desperate need. She bit her lip, eyes fluttering half-closed.

Adian leaned in and took one stiff nipple into his mouth. He sucked slow and deep, drawing the warm, sweet milk onto his tongue. The taste was rich and slightly sweet. Rhaella’s hands immediately tangled in his dark hair, holding him there as a broken whimper escaped her throat.

“Gods…” she whispered, voice trembling. “That feels so good. No one has touched me like this in years… please don’t stop. Please keep sucking them.”

He obliged, sucking harder, drawing long, rhythmic pulls from her breast. More warm milk flowed steadily into his mouth. He swallowed greedily, one hand still cupping and fondling the other heavy tit, fingers sinking into the soft, yielding flesh. Rhaella’s thighs pressed together tightly, her slickness already starting to coat her inner thighs. Her breathing came in short, needy gasps as he switched to the other nipple, sucking just as deeply while his hand mauling the first breast, squeezing it firmly so fresh milk leaked over his fingers and ran down her ribs in shiny trails.

Rhaella’s head fell back slightly, silver hair cascading down her back. Her face was flushed, lips parted, eyes heavy with lust and relief. “Yes… like that. Drink from me. I’ve been so full for so long… it aches less when you suck them hard. Oh gods, your mouth feels incredible.”

Adian groaned against her soft flesh, the vibration making her moan louder. He kneaded both heavy breasts now, alternating between sucking one nipple and then the other, milking her with his mouth and hands. Warm milk leaked continuously, dripping onto his chin, running down her stomach, and smearing across her skin. The wet sucking sounds filled the quiet chamber, mixed with Rhaella’s soft, desperate whimpers and the faint scent of lavender and aroused woman.

When he finally pulled back, her nipples were shiny and wet, swollen from his attention. Milk still leaked in slow, lazy trails down the full curves of her tits. Rhaella’s eyes were glazed with raw lust, her chest heaving.

“On your knees,” he said quietly, voice rough with desire.

Rhaella sank down gracefully between his spread legs, looking up at him with that regal face now beautifully flushed and eager. Her hands trembled only slightly as she unlaced his breeches and freed his thick, hard cock. Her violet eyes widened at the sight of it, heavy and veined, already leaking at the tip.

“So big…” she murmured, almost reverent. She leaned forward and pressed a soft, worshipful kiss to the swollen head, tasting the bead of precum on her lips. Then she took him into her warm, wet mouth. Her tongue swirled slowly around the head at first, exploring him with gentle curiosity, before she began sucking with long, devoted pulls. Her cheeks hollowed as she worked more of his thick length into her mouth, taking him deeper each time until he bumped against the back of her throat.

Adian groaned deeply, one hand gently threading through her long silver hair. “That’s it… just like that. Fuck, you look so good with my cock in your mouth, Rhaella. So eager after all these years.”

Rhaella moaned around him, the vibration sending sharp pleasure up his spine. She worked him with increasing hunger, her head bobbing in a steady rhythm. Spit dripped from the corners of her lips, running down her chin and onto her heavy, leaking tits. The wet, obscene sounds of her sucking filled the room — soft gagging noises when she took him especially deep, the slick slide of her tongue along the underside of his shaft.

She pulled back for a moment, gasping for air, a thick string of spit connecting her swollen lips to his cock. Her eyes never left his face, full of gratitude and raw, burning hunger.

“I want to please you,” she whispered hoarsely, voice thick with need. “Tell me how you like it. I’ve dreamed of this… of being useful to the man who saved us.”

Adian’s grip tightened gently in her hair. “Suck it deeper. Use your tongue. Let me feel how grateful that pretty mouth is.”

Rhaella dove back in eagerly, taking him as deep as she could. She bobbed faster, sucking hard, her tongue pressing firmly along the sensitive underside. Spit ran freely down her chin and over her swaying tits, mixing with the milk still leaking from her nipples. Her hands came up to cup his balls, gently rolling and massaging them as she worshipped his cock with long, wet strokes.

Adian groaned again, hips twitching slightly. “Good girl… just like that. You’re doing so well. Look at you — a queen on her knees sucking my cock like you were made for it.”

Rhaella moaned loudly around him at the words, the vibration making his toes curl. She pushed herself further, taking him into her throat until her nose pressed against his stomach, holding there for a few seconds before pulling back with a gasp. Tears of effort pricked at the corners of her eyes, but her expression was one of pure, blissful surrender.

After several long, intense minutes of her devoted sucking, Adian finally pulled her up gently by the hair. He laid her back on the bed, spreading her soft thighs wide, exposing her soaked cunt. She was dripping, her puffy lips glistening with arousal.

Adian rubbed the thick head of his cock slowly along her slit, teasing her swollen clit until she was squirming and whimpering beneath him.

“Please,” Rhaella begged softly, her voice breaking with desperate need. “I need you inside me.”

Adian pushed in slowly, inch by inch, watching every flicker of emotion on her face. Rhaella’s mouth fell open in a silent gasp, her violet eyes fluttering as he stretched her open. She was incredibly tight after so many years, her walls gripping him warmly and wetly.

“Oh gods…” she breathed, the words trembling. “You’re filling me so much… I feel so full.”

He gave her time to adjust, staying buried deep while her body fluttered around his thick cock. Then he started moving — deep, steady strokes that dragged against every sensitive spot inside her. Rhaella’s heavy tits swayed gently with each thrust, milk still leaking from her dark nipples in slow, shiny trails. Adian cupped them in both hands, mauling the soft, heavy flesh, squeezing firmly as his thumbs rolled over her stiff peaks. More warm milk trickled over his fingers, dripping down her ribs and onto the sheets.

The wet, rhythmic sounds of his cock pumping into her soaked cunt filled the quiet chamber, mixed with her quiet, desperate moans. Rhaella’s face was a picture of overwhelmed pleasure — brows furrowed, lips parted, cheeks flushed deep red.

“You feel incredible,” Adian murmured, voice low and rough. He pinched her nipples lightly, drawing a sharp whimper from her. “So wet and warm after all this time. You’ve been waiting for this, haven’t you?”

“Yes…” Rhaella gasped, her hips rolling up to meet his thrusts. “Years… I’ve been so empty. So lonely. Please… don’t be gentle. I want to feel you.”

Adian leaned down and captured one leaking nipple in his mouth again, sucking hard while he fucked her with long, deliberate strokes. Warm milk flooded his tongue as he drank from her. Rhaella cried out softly, one hand tangling in his hair, the other gripping his back. Her thighs trembled around his hips.

“Gods, yes… suck them while you fuck me,” she whispered brokenly. “They’ve been so heavy… it feels so good when you drink from me.”

He switched to the other breast, sucking greedily while his hips kept up their steady rhythm. The obscene wet sounds grew louder — the slick slide of his cock in her cunt, the soft slap of skin on skin, her milk leaking messily between them. Rhaella’s first orgasm hit her suddenly and hard. Her walls clenched tight around him, fluttering and squeezing as her thighs shook violently. Her face twisted in pleasure — eyes squeezed shut, mouth open in a silent cry, head thrown back against the pillow.

Adian kept fucking her through it, grinding deep and slow, letting her ride every wave. “Good girl,” he murmured against her breast. “Cum on my cock again. Let me feel it.”

Rhaella’s second climax followed quickly, drawn out by his relentless pace. This one was louder — a choked moan escaped her as her cunt gushed around him, soaking his balls and the sheets beneath her. Her heavy tits bounced wildly now with every thrust, milk spraying lightly from her nipples with the force of her pleasure.

“Turn over,” Adian said, pulling out slowly. His cock glistened with her wetness.

Rhaella rolled onto her hands and knees, raising her ass high for him. Adian gripped her soft hips and drove back in with one smooth, deep thrust. She moaned loudly into the pillow as he bottomed out. He reached forward, threading his fingers through her long silver hair and pulling gently, arching her back. In the large mirror across the room, she could see everything — her own face flushed and lost in ecstasy, her heavy tits swinging heavily beneath her, his thick cock disappearing into her cunt again and again with wet, filthy sounds.

“Look at yourself,” he growled, thrusting deep and steady. “Look how well you’re taking me. How greedy your cunt is after all these years.”

Rhaella moaned brokenly, eyes locked on their reflection in the mirror. “I’m… I’m being fucked so deep… gods, I can see it stretching me… I’m going to cum again—”

She did, shaking hard, pushing back against him desperately. Her walls clamped down rhythmically around his cock. Adian groaned deeply and pumped his first thick load into her, hot spurts flooding her cunt as he kept moving, fucking his cum deeper inside her while she trembled and whimpered.

They weren’t done.

He pulled her to the edge of the bed, standing behind her. Rhaella braced herself on her elbows as he slid back inside in one smooth motion. This new angle let him go even deeper. In the mirror, her face was pure bliss — mouth open, eyes heavy-lidded, cheeks burning red as he fucked her with steady, powerful strokes.

“Fill me again,” she whispered desperately, pushing back to meet him. “I want all of it… please cum inside me again.”

Adian gripped her full ass with both hands, fingers digging into the soft flesh as it rippled beautifully with every hard thrust. He reached around to rub her swollen clit in tight circles while mauling one of her swinging tits, squeezing and tugging the nipple until fresh milk leaked over his hand. Rhaella came a fourth time with a choked, broken moan, her whole body shuddering violently as her cunt fluttered and gushed around him.

Still hard, Adian pulled out, turned her around, and sat on the edge of the bed. Rhaella straddled him eagerly, sinking down onto his thick cock with a long, satisfied sigh. She took every inch, her soaked cunt swallowing him completely.

She rode him slowly at first, grinding deep and rolling her hips, savoring the fullness. Her heavy tits pressed against his chest, leaking milk between their bodies with every movement. Adian sucked hungrily on her nipples as she rode him, drinking more of her warm milk while his hands guided her ass up and down. The wet sounds were filthy — her soaked cunt sliding smoothly on his thick shaft, skin slapping wetly, milk dripping messily onto his thighs and stomach.

Rhaella’s pace grew faster and more desperate. She braced her hands on his shoulders and bounced harder, her ass rippling against his lap with every drop. Her face was buried in his neck, moaning brokenly against his skin.

“You feel so good inside me,” she gasped. “So thick… so deep… I’ve needed this for so long.”

Adian gripped her hips tighter, thrusting up to meet her bounces. “Then take it all. Ride my cock like you’ve been dreaming about. Let me feel how much you’ve missed being fucked properly.”

Rhaella came again, burying her face deeper into his neck to muffle her cry as her cunt clenched and fluttered around him. Adian groaned, gripping her ass hard and thrusting up powerfully, pumping his second thick load deep inside her. Hot spurts flooded her until it started leaking out around his cock with every bounce.

Still hard inside her, Adian stood up, lifting her easily. Rhaella wrapped her legs tightly around his waist, her arms circling his neck as he carried her toward the balcony door. The cool night air washed over their heated skin as he stepped outside and pressed her back against the stone railing. Below them, the dark canal stretched out like a ribbon of ink, dotted with the faint reflections of distant lanterns. The risk of someone looking up from a passing boat or window across the water only made the moment sharper, more forbidden.

He fucked her there standing, holding her full weight with his hands under her ass. His thick cock drove up into her cum-filled cunt with slow, powerful strokes. Rhaella clung to him desperately, her face buried against his neck as she moaned into his skin.

“Adian…” she gasped, her voice hoarse and trembling. “You’re so deep like this… I can feel every inch. Gods, you’re still so hard even after filling me.”

He thrust up harder, bouncing her on his cock. Her heavy tits pressed and rubbed against his chest, smearing warm milk across both their skin with every movement. The wet, filthy sound of his shaft pumping into her soaked, cum-filled cunt mixed with the distant lap of water below.

“You like this, don’t you?” he murmured against her ear, voice low and rough. “Being fucked out here where anyone could look up and see the queen taking my cock like a needy woman.”

Rhaella whimpered, her nails digging into his shoulders. “Yes… I shouldn’t, but I do. After so many years of hiding… this feels alive. Fuck me harder. Please. I want to feel you everywhere.”

Adian adjusted his grip on her ass, fingers sinking deep into the soft flesh as he started driving into her with more force. Each upward thrust made her body jolt, her heavy tits bouncing wildly between them. Milk leaked steadily from her dark nipples, coating their chests in warm, slippery trails. Rhaella’s head fell back, her silver hair spilling over the railing as another orgasm built inside her.

“I’m close again,” she panted, her walls fluttering around his thick cock. “Don’t stop… right there… oh gods, you’re hitting so deep—”

Her third climax on the balcony hit her hard. Rhaella buried her face in his neck to muffle her cry, her entire body shaking as her cunt clenched and pulsed around him. Fresh slick mixed with his previous loads, leaking out around his shaft and running down her thighs. Adian kept fucking her through it, grinding deep and steady, letting her ride every wave.

“You cum so beautifully,” he growled, kissing along her neck. “Squeezing my cock like you never want me to leave. You’ve needed this for years, haven’t you?”

“Yes,” she moaned, voice breaking. “I’ve been so empty… so starved. Fill me again. I want to feel your seed running out of me when I wake up tomorrow.”

Adian groaned at her words. He shifted his stance, bouncing her harder on his cock. The wet slapping sounds grew louder, obscene against the quiet night. Rhaella’s tits continued to bounce heavily, milk spraying lightly with the force of his thrusts. She came once more, a smaller but no less intense orgasm that left her whimpering and trembling in his arms.

With a deep, guttural groan, Adian buried himself to the hilt and came one final time. Thick, hot spurts flooded her cunt, adding to the mess already inside her. He kept grinding slowly, pushing every drop as deep as possible while Rhaella clung to him, panting and shivering through the aftershocks.

They stayed like that for a long while, breathing hard, bodies pressed tightly together. The cool night air raised goosebumps on their sweat-slick skin. Rhaella’s face was soft, satisfied, and quietly emotional as she rested her head on his good shoulder, her fingers gently stroking the back of his neck.

“Thank you,” she whispered against his skin. “Not just for tonight… for everything.”

Adian held her close, one hand still supporting her ass as his cock slowly softened inside her. “You don’t need to thank me anymore.”

***

The next morning the house smelled of fresh bread and lemon tea. Sunlight filtered through the shutters, casting warm stripes across the wooden floors.

Adian woke first. Rhaella was still curled against him, one leg thrown over his, her silver hair spread messily across the pillow. Cum had dried on her thighs overnight, leaving faint sticky trails, and a faint smear of milk marked her breast where it had leaked while she slept. She looked peaceful in a way he doubted she had been in years — the lines of constant worry on her face softened in sleep.

He dressed quietly, careful not to wake her, and stepped into the courtyard. Lira was already up, setting out breakfast on the table near the lemon tree. The older woman glanced at him, her eyes flicking briefly to the bandage on his shoulder.

“You look better than when you arrived,” she said dryly, a hint of amusement in her voice. “Sleep helped, I take it?”

Adian sat down and accepted the cup of lemon tea she poured for him. “It did. The bed was more comfortable than the ship’s deck.”

Lira gave a small, knowing smile as she sliced the fresh bread. “I’m sure it was. She needed last night more than she would ever admit. Years of being strong for the children… it wears on a woman. I’m glad it was you.”

The children appeared soon after.

Daenerys spotted him immediately from across the courtyard and toddled over on her chubby legs with her arms raised high. “Up!” she demanded again, her voice bright and insistent, bouncing on her toes. “Up, sea man!”

Adian smiled faintly and bent down, lifting her carefully onto his good arm despite the pull in his injured shoulder. She settled against him happily, one small hand fisting in his dark hair while the other patted his cheek with sticky fingers. “Soft,” she declared seriously, as if making a grand observation. Then she giggled and buried her face in his neck, babbling happily in her half-formed mix of Common and Valyrian words.

“You’re getting heavier every day,” Adian murmured, shifting her weight gently. “Soon I won’t be able to lift you at all.”

Daenerys just laughed louder, clearly not believing him for a second.

Rhaenys came out next, bright-eyed and full of morning energy. Her silver-gold hair was still a little messy from sleep, but her curiosity was already wide awake. She skipped over and looked up at him with open admiration.

“Will you tell us more stories about the sea today?” she asked eagerly. “About the big statue and the pirates and the black ships? What noises did the Titan make when the waves hit it?”

Adian nodded, settling Daenerys more comfortably on his hip. “I can tell you some. The Titan is loud — the sea crashes through its legs like thunder. And the pirates… they smelled worse than wet dogs and old fish.”

Rhaenys’s eyes sparkled. “Did you fight them with your sword? Did they scream when they fell in the water?”

Before he could answer, Viserys arrived last, wooden practice sword already clutched tightly in both hands. The eight-year-old looked determined, his silver hair tousled and his violet eyes sharp with purpose.

“Training first,” he insisted, planting his feet. “I want to be ready. No stories until after. Please.”

Adian gave a short nod of approval. “Good. Discipline matters. Put the sword down for a moment and watch.”

Adian spent the next hour in the courtyard working with the boy. He started by correcting Viserys’s footwork, showing him how to keep his weight balanced and his stance low. “Smaller boys like you get knocked over easily if you stand too tall. Use your size. Stay low, stay quick.”

They moved through simple drills. Viserys attacked with furious energy, his wooden blade whistling through the air. Sweat poured down his face, sticking silver strands of hair to his forehead. The prince was quick and had real fire in him, but he was also reckless — overextending, swinging too hard, leaving himself open.

Adian blocked a wild overhead swing with his forearm and stepped inside. “Patience,” he said calmly after Viserys nearly lost his balance. “A sword is useful, but coin buys armies. Information wins wars before steel ever touches. Remember that. Anger makes you strong for one moment. Control makes you strong for a lifetime.”

Viserys wiped his brow with the back of his hand, breathing hard. He lowered his sword for a moment, chest heaving. “You sound like a merchant, not a warrior. My father was a warrior. Prince Rhaegar was a warrior. They didn’t talk about coin.”

Adian met the boy’s eyes steadily. “I’m both. The smart ones are. Warriors die on battlefields. Merchants and survivors build what comes after. Your father and Rhaegar are gone. You’re still here. Think about what that means.”

Viserys frowned, clearly chewing on the words. He wasn’t ready to fully accept them yet, but he didn’t argue. Instead he raised his sword again. “Show me the counter again. The one where you step inside.”

They continued for a while longer. Adian let the boy land a few clean hits on his good arm, praising the technique when it was good and correcting when it wasn’t. Viserys listened intently despite his pride, asking sharp questions between bouts.

Rhaella watched from the shaded colonnade the entire time, leaning against a pillar with her arms loosely crossed. There was color in her cheeks this morning, a soft flush that hadn’t been there the day before. The way she looked at Adian carried a new warmth — quiet gratitude mixed with something deeper, more intimate. Every so often their eyes would meet across the courtyard, and she would offer a small, private smile.

After the midday meal — a simple spread of bread, cheese, fruit, and cold fish — Adian slipped out alone into the city.

He took three different boats, changing masks twice along the way. Caution was second nature now. He moved through crowded canals and quiet side passages, always watching reflections in the water and shop windows. Only when he was certain no one was following did he head toward a nondescript warehouse near the Purple Harbor.

The men waiting for him in the quiet back room were sharp-eyed and practical — seasoned Braavosi factors who knew how to move money and secrets without drawing attention. They greeted him with respectful nods.

Adian wasted no time. “Two more ships added to the run between Braavos and the Neck. Keyhole contracts for the discreet cargo. Fresh agreements with the information brokers who work the ports and the Iron Bank’s outer circles. I want eyes on anyone asking about silver-haired children or unusual shipments from Westeros.”

One of the older factors, a thin man with a neatly trimmed beard, slid a sealed packet across the scarred wooden table. “Fresh reports from King’s Landing and the North, as requested. Delivered this morning.”

Adian broke the seal and read them carefully, his expression unchanging. Robert’s health was declining faster than expected — heavy drinking, violent outbursts in court, and growing rumors of blackouts during hunts. Cersei was consolidating power quietly, moving more gold through Lannister channels and strengthening her influence over the Small Council. In the North, Barbrey was doing excellent work; the Manderlys and several smaller houses were leaning harder into the Frey-linked trade routes, with new agreements for wool and grain moving south.

There were also faint whispers about a silver-haired boy in Braavos — nothing concrete yet, but someone was asking the wrong questions in the wrong taverns near the docks. The inquiries were careful, but persistent.

Adian burned the reports one by one in a small brazier, watching the ashes curl. “Stay ahead of those whispers,” he said quietly. “Double the dreamwine and silk shipments. Expand the grain route north. Winter is coming in Westeros. Hungry lords pay well and ask fewer questions. Make sure our captains know to avoid the usual checkpoints.”

The factors nodded. One of them, a younger man with sharp features, spoke up. “The Iron Bank has been watching the northern routes more closely. They smell profit. Should we offer them a quiet share?”

“Not yet,” Adian replied. “Keep them curious but not involved. We control the Neck. That’s our advantage. When the time is right, we’ll talk terms.”

He paid the men well — heavy pouches of coin slid across the table — and gave final instructions before slipping back out into the city the same cautious way he had come.

He returned to the manse as the sun was setting, painting the canals in deep oranges and reds. Rhaella met him at the door, pulling him inside with a quiet urgency that surprised him. Her hand lingered on his arm a moment longer than necessary, and her violet eyes searched his face with open concern.

“The children are already in bed,” she said softly, closing the heavy door behind him. “They waited as long as they could, but Daenerys was exhausted and Viserys finally admitted his arms were sore from training.”

Adian allowed himself a small smile. “Good. The boy worked hard today.”

Rhaella nodded, but her expression remained focused. She reached into the folds of her gown and pulled out a sealed parchment. “A letter came while you were out. Lira says it arrived through the usual channel. It looks important.”

Adian recognized Cersei’s cipher immediately — the subtle pattern of ink and phrasing that only the two of them understood. He took the letter and broke the seal, unfolding the parchment while Rhaella watched him closely, her arms crossed loosely under her breasts.

The letter was pure Cersei — cool and controlled on the surface, but burning with raw filth underneath. Adian read it slowly, letting every word sink in.

My dearest river rat,

The stag grows weaker by the day. He can barely get his limp, useless cock hard anymore, yet he still paws at me like some drunken fool who thinks he owns me. Last night he tried again — grunting and sweating on top of me for a few pathetic minutes before collapsing in a wine-soaked heap, snoring like a dying boar. I lay there the whole time thinking of you. Of how thick and hard you feel when you stretch me open. Of how you filled me so completely that I could still feel you leaking out of me days later.

My belly is round and heavy with your child now. Six months along and it shows clearly when I wear the right gowns. My tits are full and aching constantly, swollen and sensitive. They leak at the slightest touch. I find myself touching them when I’m alone, imagining your mouth on them the way Genna described how you sucked Barbrey’s while you fucked her.

Speaking of Genna — she told me everything when she returned. How Barbrey’s heavy tits were spraying milk while you pounded her. How the two of them knelt together like eager whores, sucking your cock and licking each other’s cum off your balls. How you switched between their dripping cunts and filled them both until it ran down their thighs. I read that letter three times with my fingers buried deep inside myself, rubbing my swollen clit until I came so hard I had to bite my own arm to stay quiet. Robert was passed out in the next room, completely useless as always.

I need you back soon. I need you to bend me over this very bed and fuck me raw while my useless husband snores two rooms away. I want your thick cock stretching my pregnant cunt again. I want you to maul these heavy, leaking tits and drink from them while you pump me full of more of your seed. Come back and remind me who I really belong to.

Your queen is waiting, wet and impatient.

— C

Adian folded the letter with a small, satisfied smirk, tucking it away inside his tunic. The words had stirred heat low in his belly, but he kept his expression calm.

Rhaella raised an elegant eyebrow, her arms still crossed. “News from home?” she asked, her tone carefully neutral, though he could see the curiosity — and a flicker of something sharper — in her eyes.

“Useful news,” Adian replied, stepping closer and sliding an arm around her waist. He pulled her against him, feeling the warmth of her body through her gown. “And some very personal reminders. 

He kissed her deeply, backing her slowly toward the chamber with raw need driving every movement. This time there was less slow worship and more hunger. Rhaella responded with surprising eagerness, her hands pulling at his clothes, fingers tugging impatiently at the laces of his tunic as their mouths moved together in urgent, open-mouthed kisses.

They barely made it to the bed. Adian spun her around and bent her over the edge, yanking her gown up around her waist in one rough motion. Rhaella moaned into the pillow as he thrust into her from behind in one smooth, powerful stroke, burying himself to the hilt in her still-slick, cum-filled cunt.

“Fuck… you’re still so wet from last night,” he growled, gripping her hips tightly as her soft ass rippled with every deep thrust. The wet, filthy sound of his thick cock pumping into her echoed in the chamber.

Rhaella pushed back against him desperately, her voice muffled by the pillow. “Yes… harder. I can still feel you from before. Fill me again. I want to be sore tomorrow.”

Adian fucked her hard and steady, his hips slapping against her ass with rhythmic force. One hand reached around to maul her heavy swinging tits, squeezing the soft, full flesh firmly. Milk leaked steadily over his fingers with every rough grope, dripping down her ribs and onto the sheets. Rhaella came quickly, her face pressed hard into the bedding, thighs shaking violently as her cunt clenched and fluttered around his cock.

“Oh gods… I’m cumming,” she gasped, voice breaking. “Don’t stop… please don’t stop.”

Adian didn’t slow. He kept driving into her through the orgasm, grinding deep. “Good girl,” he murmured, voice rough. “Cum on my cock again. Let me feel how much you need this.”

He pulled her up by the hips, turned her around, and sat on the edge of the bed. Rhaella straddled him eagerly, sinking down onto his thick cock with a long, satisfied moan. Her heavy tits bounced heavily in his face as she began to ride him. Adian caught one stiff nipple in his mouth and sucked hard, drinking more of her warm milk while his hands guided her ass up and down.

Rhaella rode him faster, her soaked cunt sliding smoothly along his shaft. “Your mouth feels so good on them,” she panted, grinding down deep. “Suck harder… they’re so full for you. Drink from me while I fuck myself on your cock.”

The wet sounds were obscene — her dripping cunt taking him again and again, skin slapping wetly, milk dripping messily between their bodies. Rhaella’s pace grew frantic. She braced her hands on his shoulders and bounced harder, moaning openly as another orgasm built.

“I’m going to cum again,” she whimpered, silver hair falling around her flushed face. “You’re so deep… I can feel you in my belly.”

She shattered moments later, cunt clenching tight around him as she cried out. Adian groaned and thrust up hard, pumping another thick load deep inside her. Hot spurts flooded her until it leaked out around his shaft with every bounce, running down his balls and soaking the sheets.

They moved to the balcony again after that. The night air was cool on their heated skin as he carried her outside and pressed her back against the stone railing overlooking the dark canal. Rhaella wrapped her legs around his waist, clinging to him as he slid back inside her cum-filled cunt.

He fucked her standing, cock driving deep with every powerful upward thrust. Rhaella moaned into his neck, her silver hair spilling over her shoulders and brushing his arms. “Anyone could see us,” she whispered breathlessly, even as she rolled her hips to take him deeper. “But I don’t care. I want you to fuck me right here.”

Adian gripped her ass tighter, fingers digging into the soft flesh as it rippled with every thrust. “Then let them watch. Let them see how beautifully you take my cock.” He bounced her harder, her heavy tits rubbing and bouncing against his chest, smearing milk across both of them.

Rhaella came again, clinging to him desperately, her whole body shuddering as another powerful orgasm tore through her. “Adian… yes… fill me one more time. I want to feel you leaking out of me all night.”

Adian buried himself to the hilt with a deep groan and came hard, pumping the last thick load deep inside her. Hot spurts flooded her cunt until it overflowed, running down her thighs in warm, sticky trails.

When they finally finished, he carried her back inside. Rhaella was limp and glowing in his arms, her body soft and spent. Cum slowly leaked down her thighs onto the sheets as he laid her down. She curled against him with a contented sigh, drifting off to sleep almost immediately, one leg thrown over his, her silver hair spread across the pillow.

***

Adian stood alone on the balcony later that night, the cool Braavosi breeze brushing over his bare chest. Below, the canal water lapped quietly against the stone walls. Behind him, through the open door, Rhaella slept deeply in the bed, naked and thoroughly spent, a thin trail of his cum still glistening between her thighs in the low lamplight.

He looked out over the city — the distant lights of the Titan standing guard, the masked figures moving like ghosts across arched bridges, the vast web of canals that carried secrets and gold in equal measure.

The long game was turning. Slowly. Surely.

And for the first time in years, Adian Frey allowed himself a small, satisfied breath.