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Jon Arryn, Harrenhall - Riverlands

The procession of the houses Arryn and Tully walked into the immense gardens of Harrenhall, a large part of the fortress had been demolished, however, the less damaged part was receiving major repairs

"There are at least five hundred men, these repairs must cost a fucking fortune," Hoster said with a frown

And Jon Arryn knew instantly what Hoster was talking about, the amount of gold needed for an operation of this magnitude could not be afforded by the house of Whent

This operation was funded by the crown, a dangerous precedent for Hoster, and Jon Arryn understood the concern

With the three bastions guarding King's Landing, the next logical step was Harrenhall, the geographical center of the continent, and one of the most important places in Westeros

Both economically and militarily

The Targaryens' interest and investment was quite considerable, but the political advantage made it totally worthwhile

The dragon king had plans for Harrenhall, and apparently, the Tullys were not included in the Targaryens' grace much to Hoster’s concern

Upon reaching the immense stairs leading to the castle, Hoster and Jon traversed the immense Targaryen camp, Jon was able to recognize the king's personal guard, however, there were surprising additions to the camp

“Are those warrior women?” Hoster exclaimed with veiled mockery, observing how at least fifty northern women, dressed in Targaryen armor and cloaks were preparing to train

Jon Arryn shook his head, no doubt this crazy and stupid idea surely came from Rhaella Targaryen

However, Jon Arryn's thoughts were interrupted when he heard the shout of one of the captains

“BEGIN!”

And with alarming speed, two of the northerners began to attack, with a ferocity and skill never seen before

"Damn," exclaimed his nephew Denis, totally dumbfounded at the incredible skill shown by the northern women

The spears clashed with dexterity and precision, their faces reflected fury and concentration, the rest of the maidens and soldiers watched the duel with emotion, even making bets among themselves

However, before they could observe the outcome, an old voice was present

"Lord Tully, Lord Arryn, welcome to Harrenhall," said Lord Whent, his voice was tired but had an obvious tone of satisfaction

Out of inertia, Jon and Hoster responded politely and politely

"Lord Whent, nice to see you, I see that you are doing remodeling," said Hoster with apparent disinterest, although the tone of accusation was present

If Hoster's words affected Lord Whent, he hides it well, and ignoring Hoster's jab, the old Lord continued

"King Aerys is holding the court in the great hall next to the queen, he requests the presence of both of you immediately," said Lord Whent, while pointing his arm towards the habitable part of the castle

Hoster and Jon looked at each other, having a silent conversation, before following the old Lord through the not-so-ruined halls of Harrenhall

The castle was changing, where once there were only runes and death, there were now high corridors, spacious halls and fortified towers

"I see you're remodeling your home my Lord, I wasn't informed about it," Hoster said, while frowning

Lord Whent, for his part, simply replied

"The refurbishments were sponsored by House Targaryen, our glorious monarch has great plans for Harrenhall," said the old man, without deigning to look at Hoster, his own Lord

If it had not been clear to Jon Arryn to whom the loyalty of House Whent belonged, at this point he had just confirmed, Harrenhall belonged to the Targaryens

When the time comes to Hoster called his banners, the Whents would raise the dragon flag, not the Tullys

“And what are the plans that the king has for this castle?” asked Hoster, evidently irritated by the old man's audacity

Lord Whent stopped in front of huge gates, with twin dragons carved into them, and said

"You will have to ask the king directly," he said, and without waiting for an answer, he slowly opened the huge doors, showing the ruined hall of Harrenhall, which was under repair

The place where Harren the Black had been cooked alive now served as the seat of the court of a Targaryen monarch

"Introducing, Lord Hoster Tully of Riverrun and Lord Jon Arryn of The Eyrie," said the spokesman, causing everyone present to focus their eyes on them

The king and queen dominated the room with ease, seated on wooden thrones on a stone platform, looking down at a kneeling man, evidently a peasant, while a long line of excited commoners stood behind, patiently waiting their turn

When they entered, the king did not look at them, concentrating entirely on the kneeling man in front of him

“The rate is decided, a more than fair price, the small fishing village located between the bay of crabs and the God's Eye will make sure to provide the castle with a constant flow of food, using the lake to facilitate transport, in return, the village will be a priority point for the Harrenhall garrison,  protecting its inhabitants, that a copy be granted to the leader of the people” decreed the king, causing a large number of commoners to begin to whisper with evident emotion, naked hope in their eyes as they looked at the monarch

And then, both dragons' gaze focused directly on Jon, and although he would never admit it out loud, a shiver ran down his spine as he watched the Dragon Lords

Jon and Hoster walked up to the monarch, kneeling before them both, an act that Hoster and he detested

"My Lords, you are very far from home," said the king, calmly, as he waved his hand for them to stand up, an order they both obeyed

“What brings you here?” asked the king, bluntly as usual, going straight to the point

The unannounced visit of two Paramount Lords

Both Jon and Hoster were surprised by the monarch's direct and disinterested tone, which violated all the protocols of Andal etiquette since ancient times

Alas, he had more important things to do

"I came to talk about the matter of the three daughters," said Jon Arryn with an impassive look, if the king wanted to play, he would play his game  

Aerys looked at him with amusement in his eyes, though his outward countenance remained serene and impassive

"Oh? Now if you want to talk my Lord? I remember very well your lack of response to the incessant messages that Lord Tywin and my beloved wife sent you," said the king with amusement, although his eyes turned cold

Jon Arryn didn't answer, he simply answered the monarch's gaze with one of his own

"The situation with the three sisters was complicated, it's not a situation that can be solved in one day, I don't have a dragon at my disposal your grace" confessed Jon Arryn, his tone was polite and totally courteous, but the small jab did not go unnoticed by anyone

"Oh I understand perfectly my Lord, not everyone has what it takes to govern, perhaps your age is being a real inconvenience" said the king calmly

Jon Arryn frowned and prepared to speak, until the monarch continued

“Alas, the crown invested a large amount of gold in the fortification and restoration of the islands, my beautiful and intelligent wife saw an incredible opportunity, the three sisters will be an incredible trade nexus between the North and the South, guaranteeing a steady flow of gold and resources throughout the kingdom, so unless you are willing to pay the crown the gold invested,  there is no subject to talk about," said Aerys with purpose

Jon Arryn frowned, he didn't know the exact amount of gold Rhaella Targaryen had spent on those islands, but it was far more than Jon Arryn could or would afford to pay

"The take of the islands is a dangerous precedent for…” Jon Arryn begins to speaks, only to be interrupted by the queen

"For whom my Lord? For the Lords of the kingdom who believe that by inheriting titles and lands it  exhumes them from their responsibilities? House Targaryen has been too merciful to the Lords who do not fulfill their duties in the proper way, let this experience be a lesson, for you and your descendants, do not forget that, even in your nest up there in the Vale, the falcon always kneels before the dragons” Rhaella said firmly, her voice is soft and, but with a steel edge

And Jon Arryn realized that the submissive and weak Rhaella Targaryen had vanished, and a Dragon Lady had taken her place

"Anything else, my Lord?" asked the monarch, causing Jon to shake his head, containing the fury and indignation he felt, at the same time that Lord Tully had stepped forward

"I would like to put forward a proposal for an overland trade route through the Riverlands," said Hoster, surprising Lord Arryn, the king and queen alike

At these words, the king became completely calm, and looked at Lord Tully with complete interest

"Interesting proposal my Lord, I hear you" said the King calmly, concentrating entirely on the red-haired Lord

Completely forgetting Jon Arryn, who looked at the monarch with impotent fury, swearing revenge and retribution for the humiliation experienced on this day

He was so distracted that he did not notice that the Queen's imposing, furious, terrifying eyes were looking at him in a calculating manner, not like he was a Lord

But a prey

Rhaella Targaryen, Harrenhall – Riverlands, that night 

"Yes, my love, more, for the Gods, your nasty and dirty bitch misses you so much," cried the queen, as she rode the cock she had missed so much

Months had passed, and Rhaella needed to be fucked over and over again, so many months without her man had been torture

And apparently, while Aerys had had fun with his pets, old and new alike, there was no comparison to a wet and tight dragon cunt

“YES!!!” Rhaella shouted, while rolling her eyes and moving her hips with savage abandon, using her internal muscles to choke her husband's cock with all her strength

Aerys, for his part, scream with pleasure, grabbing her waist hard enough to leave a mark and said

"By the Gods my love, miss your perfect cunt," cried the king, as he raised his hips tightly, wreaking havoc in the bowels of the queen, who, moaning totally decomposed, replied

"No more than me my love, you had your pets to warm your cock, I had to settle for Cersei and Dalla, good whores, but nothing compared to your enormous virility" moaned Rhaella, with a smile of complete ecstasy on her beautiful face

"Fill me completely, fuck your dragoness like the bitch she will always be for you and breeds me, give me a princess to pamper" Rhaella shouted digging her nails into Aerys' chest and riding him with desire

Rhaella watched in satisfaction as her husband's eyes turned white and his body became as stiff as a rock, as he screamed and dumped his seed into Rhaella's hungry cunt

Rhaella purred, as she reached ecstasy and bathed Aerys' cock for the last time tonight, utterly exhausted and satisfied, collapsing into her husband's chest, still with his cock inside her

Where it belongs

"By the Gods Rhaella, that was incredible" Aerys said exhausted, but with a huge smile in his eyes

The queen smiled radiantly, satisfied to feel the thick, burning seed leaking from inside her cunt

If the Gods were good, her husband's seed would take root and she would have a princess in nine months

"I miss you my love," Aerys said, with intimacy, affection and love, making Rhaella's heart flutter

Every day she thanked the husband who returned from Duskendale, a loving and lustful man, a great father and an excellent king

"I have news for you my love" Rhaella said with emotion, getting her husband's attention

“Oh?” I ask, while waiting for Rhaella's words

And then, the queen told him all about the mysterious workshop in Dragonstone, the lost history of her ancestors, the esoteric tomes, the dragon eggs

And most importantly, the glass candle

Rhaella watched as her husband's face lit up with equal parts curiosity and excitement, before answering

“It sounds like an interesting place my love, imagine all the secrets we don't know about our family's ancestral home, we have lost a lot, I want to study this... glass candle, the situation you describe sounds suspiciously similar to something Lord Reed mentioned a few months ago," Aerys said, as he stood up and walked naked around the room

Rhaella seductively lay on the bed, her naked and exquisite body made her look like a Goddess of lust, the mischievous face and hungry eyes promised even more passion during the night

At least, until Lorkan landed in the bedroom window, flapping his wings and squawking nonstop, seeking to get his husband's attention

Rhaella became fully alert instantly, while her husband stared at his raven intently, walking to the window and petting Lorkan

However, her husband's face suddenly became serious, and a look of determination appeared on his handsome face

"Is everything okay my love?" Rhaella asked curiously

And for a while, until her husband looked up and spoke

"Quellon Greyjoy is dead," said her husband, frowning, evidently thinking of the repercussions such an event would bring to the kingdom

And Rhaella could only think of one thing

Plans should change

"We fly to King's Landing in the morning," her husband ordered, as he walked towards her, grabbing her by the neck, his intention more than clear, to give her another wild fuck

Rhaella nodded

"As you command my king," said the queen, as she grabbed his cock and began to eat it with total abandon, while caressing her husband's heavy balls

"What are you planning, my husband?" Rhaella asked between licks and kisses, pleasing her husband and owner like the honorable wife she was

Aerys looked at her with desire and a bloodlust smile and said

"Roasted squid for dinner my love, we have to talk to Rhaegar and Ashara, there are plans to be drawn," her husband ordered, taking her hair and sticking his cock down her throat

"You will walk like a fawn when I am done with you my wife, you will shit my seed for days" I promise the king with a face lost in the lust that wreaked havoc on Rhaella's burning cunt

As soon as the queen parted from her husband's cock, she inhaled air forcefully and looked at her husband with defiance in her eyes

"Promises, promises," said Rhaella, loving how her gaze became cloudy and with her enormous strength, she lifted Rhaella's mature and delicious body, throwing her on the bed and spreading her legs

The queen inhaled in anticipation as she felt the huge head caress the lips of her well-fucked cunt, and moaned like the dirtiest of whores as she felt her husband open her up again

"Let the whole castle listen to the screams of its queen," Aerys ordered, sheathing himself inside her with a single blow, snatching the air and a cry of pleasure from the dragon lady

"As you command my king," Rhaella said between gasps, only to let out another cry of pleasure a second later, adoring how her husband rearranged her insides, while she clung to his back with her long nails, marking his back

That the rest of the pets and whores that her husband fucked knew who she was, that the king belonged to her as much as she belonged to him

"Fill me my love, fill your little dragoness's cunt and breeds her again," Rhaella pleaded again, drowned in pleasure, her beautiful thighs clinging to her husband's torso, preventing him from separating from her, the obscene sound of flesh pounding flesh and how drenched her cunt was seemed to make her husband even crazier,  until, with a roar, Aerys Targaryen spilled his seed into his queen's womb, causing her to moan and reach ecstasy on the spot, reaching orgasm with her king

Rhaella purred, tonight they would conceive another prince or princess, she was totally sure of that, Aerys had been a wonderful husband, and Rhaella would give him all the children he wanted from her

For the rest of the night, the King's Guard listened, silently, but accustomed to this point, to the uncomfortable sounds of pleasure that their king provoked in his women on a regular basis

Little did both knights suspect that, at that very moment, in a remote room of the castle, a wolf maiden and a trout maiden were about to give themselves up to curiosity, passion and lust

But that will be another story