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Alicent Hightower, the Red Keep – King’s Landing.

“Harry and I will fly to Oldtown in two days, and I must make sure everything is in order,” Alicent said with determination, hurrying to reach her chambers and begin preparing for tonight.

Rhaenyra had informed her that she wished to give Harry a farewell gift, and the young Hightower could already imagine what the precocious princess intended to do tonight.

And, being honest with herself, Alicent could hardly wait. The mere thought of Harry and Rhaenyra visiting her tonight… the three of them losing themselves among the sheets and giving free rein to their passion… was simply exhilarating.

“Remember that you must organize the candidates tomorrow morning in the central courtyard. The Princess and the Queen will personally inspect the potential candidates to become Prince Baelon’s sworn shield. It will also be a good opportunity for us. You will be Harry’s castellan, so you must begin looking for capable men for his household,” the redhead said firmly to her brother as they walked calmly through the corridors of the Red Keep.

Beside her, Gwayne nodded with determination, still rather annoyed by the outcome of the joust with Prince Daemon.

“You have nothing to worry about, sister. I have already organized the men who performed best, they will be ready for the queen and princess, all of them are excited to serves your future husband”

The young Hightower smiled softly as they reached the entrance to her chambers. Alicent turned around, looked at her brother, and ordered:

“I will retire for today, brother. Harry is coming tonight, and I must prepare for him,” said the redhead, laughing softly when she saw the uncomfortable expression on Gwayne’s face.

“Too much information, sister,” the young Hightower replied before quickly shaking his head and bidding Alicent farewell with a nod, disappearing down the corridor.

Alicent entered her chambers with a heavy sigh, but a radiant smile on her face, as she always did, looking around in wonder at the beautiful chambers Harry had gifted her.

As usual, Alicent remained completely still, admiring the beautiful work of art Harry had created for her. The deep green of the curtains and tapestries blended with the gold of the moldings, as though the interior of a palace had been created especially for her.

The golden dragon, the symbol increasingly associated with Lord Potter, dominated the banner on the wall, while Alicent’s gaze slowly traveled across the enormous four-poster bed, covered in green velvet and golden embroidery. It was so large that it seemed more worthy of a queen than a humble Lady.

The candles illuminated its carved columns, while an immense and beautiful balcony offered a perfect view of the Sun Tower and Blackwater Bay, giving the young Hightower a breathtaking sight.

On the other side, she found a small private library. The shelves rose all the way to the stone arches, filled with books, some familiar and others unknown. Comfortable sofas and armchairs stood before them, perfect for spending long afternoons lost among their pages, far from the obligations of a Lady.

True to his word, Harry had begun filling it with various volumes, promising that by the time they reached Ember Fang, the future home of Alicent beside her future husband, he would build her a library four times larger, so enormous that Alicent could easily lose herself among immense corridors filled with books and scrolls.

“My Lady, your bath is ready,” one of the servants said, making the redhead nod with a soft smile before answering.

“Thank you, Dala,” she replied in her soft and elegant voice, remembering her most recent lessons with Harry about respect and loyalty.

Flashback.

“Thank you, Maya. It looks delicious,” Lord Potter said with a courteous and sincere smile, making the servant in question give Harry a radiant smile, not one filled with lust or desire, but rather with… gratitude.

“You’re welcome, my Lord. I made sure to save the juiciest piece for you, along with an extra slice of lemon cake,” the kind woman whispered, as though it were a secret between them.

Alicent watched as Harry nodded with a smile before asking:

“Thank you for the gesture. How is your husband doing? Did the medicine I gave you work?” Harry asked with genuine concern, making Maya nod quickly.

“Yes, my Lord. A thousand thanks. One night of rest and my husband is back on his feet. He says that as soon as we can, we will pay you for the remedy,” the servant said, making Harry wave his hand dismissively before answering.

“That won’t be necessary. Focus on saving money for your son’s apprenticeship. You mentioned that he wanted to become a blacksmith, didn’t you?” he asked, making the woman nod quickly.

“Yes, my Lord,” the woman replied as she finished serving dinner to both of them before leaving.

Once they were alone, Alicent looked at Harry and asked softly:

“My Lord, may I ask you a question?” the young redhead asked as they both ate with elegance and tranquility.

“Of course, Lizzy. It’s not as though you need to ask my permission for that,” Harry said with amusement in his voice, making the young Hightower laugh softly behind her hand.

Alicent nodded, gently biting her lip before preparing herself to ask her question.

“Why are you so… warm toward the servants, my Lord?” she asked with as much respect as she could muster.

Harry simply frowned and looked at her questioningly before answering.

“I don’t understand your question, Lizzy,” Lord Potter said calmly, making the redhead reformulate her words.

“It’s just… I’m not accustomed to seeing a Lord treat servants that way, my Lord. Many of the nobles in the Kingdom consider them…”

Harry interrupted her.

“Inferior?” the black-haired man asked, his gaze filled with understanding, making Alicent blush with embarrassment and nod silently.

Harry did not answer immediately. Instead, he took another bite of the succulent piece of meat he had been given, chewing for several seconds while the young Hightower gradually moved closer to her man.

Until… he simply answered.

“Because it is the right thing to do,” he said simply, something that, to Alicent’s shame, she could not truly understand at the time.

Apparently, Harry noticed, because with that smile Alicent adored, that calmness characteristic of her future husband, and that gift for imparting knowledge, Lord Potter spoke.

And the young Hightower listened attentively.

“These people’s lives are already difficult enough. The circumstances surrounding them are challenging enough without you and me making their lives even harder. They are people, Lizzy, with families, lives, and dreams. Much humbler than yours or mine, perhaps, but no less important. If you want to have a prosperous government, you must look after the interests not only of the nobles, but also of the common people,” Harry said with complete sincerity.

Alicent remained thoughtful at Harry’s words before softly nodding.

“That is… quite a noble position, my Lord. Not many people think like you,” the redhead said sincerely, making Harry nod with a sigh.

“I know, dear. And although I cannot do much about it compared to the other nobles, you, Rhaenyra, and I can make a difference in Ember Fang,” the handsome Lord replied with a smile, making Alicent nod softly, her face filled with determination and her admiration for her future husband growing stronger by the moment.

Flashback End.

The young Hightower’s thoughts were interrupted by the resounding arrival of the Princess, who seemed quite excited for some reason.

Although Alicent could guess the reason, the redhead thought to herself with a smile.

“Alicent!” she exclaimed with a radiant smile as she approached the young Hightower, completely ignoring the fact that the redhead was almost naked.

Alicent did not even attempt to cover herself. Countless nights of passion beneath the sheets with Harry and Rhaenyra had stripped away any trace of embarrassment.

In her future husband’s words, Alicent was beautiful, with a feminine figure she had every reason to be proud of.

She had no reason to be ashamed of her body.

“Nyra, it is always a pleasure to see you. I am getting ready to take a bath,” Alicent said with a smile, hoping those words would be enough of a hint for the Princess to give her some privacy.

Alas, Rhaenyra understood something completely different.

“Oh, what a good idea! Nothing like welcoming Harry freshly bathed and perfumed,” the Princess said with a radiant smile before locking the door, much to Alicent’s surprise.

“Welcome Harry? But your message said that the two of us would visit him in his chambers,” the redhead said in surprise.

Rhaenyra shrugged as she turned around so Alicent could begin untying her dress, something the young Hightower did unconsciously.

“Change of plans. Harry is in an important meeting with my father, Daemon, Lady Arryn, and Lady Royce in his office, so there will be too many people near our man’s chambers. Harry said he would visit us here instead, just like old times!” the Princess said with a mischievous smile, making concern begin to grow inside Alicent.

“Oh, Gods! Then he must not be far away! We have to hurry!” Alicent said as she took Nyra’s hand and led her toward the bath, where the enormous tub was already prepared and waiting, with Dala and the other young servants ready for them.

“Princess!” the woman said in surprise before bowing submissively and beginning to prepare another set of towels and oils for Rhaenyra.

As usual, Rhaenyra responded calmly and radiantly.

“Hello, Dala! Everything all right? How is your son doing?” the Princess asked with a smile as she entered the tub together with Alicent, both of them sighing with pleasure as they felt the exquisite warm water caress their skin.

Dala smiled, moved by the Princess’s words, and answered:

“Wonderful, Princess! Thanks to Lord Potter’s patronage, my Hugh was able to make the final payment for his blacksmith apprenticeship. In fact, he wishes to speak with Lord Potter to offer his services at your future fortress. There are rumors that King Viserys will begin looking for servants for Lord Potter’s Seat” the woman said, making Rhaenyra nod softly and prepare to answer.

Then another voice, masculine, powerful, and familiar, made its presence known.

“We’ll see what we can do about Hugh, Dala,” Harry replied as he entered the bath, his hungry and desirous eyes devouring the beautiful feminine forms of Alicent and Rhaenyra.

“Harry!” both Ladies exclaimed, while Dala lowered her head, the reverence and devotion in her gaze more than evident.

“My Lord!” she whispered, completely overwhelmed and embarrassed, at least until Harry made a gesture, calming the woman.

“That will be all, Dala. I will take care of… washing my Ladies personally. Please bring us a pitcher of cider for Lizzy and a diluted wine for my little dragoness, along with plenty of food. Do not disturb us until Dawn,” Harry ordered, making Alicent and Rhaenyra shiver at the sensual promise, while Dala quickly nodded.

“As you command, my Lord. I will make sure clean clothes are prepared for you,” the woman said, bowing again before leaving the bath, leaving the trio completely alone.

“My loves, are you ready? I have been waiting all day for this delightful moment. I hope you have no plans tomorrow, because you will be spending the entire day sleeping in your chambers after I am done with you two” Lord Potter teased as he began walking forward and slowly undressing.

Rhaenyra looked at Harry with those flirtatious and lustful eyes that characterized her so well as she swam toward the edge of the enormous tub, presenting herself confidently before her future husband.

“My Lord Potter… welcome… your naughty dragoness has been burning with anticipation all day and demands your attention and cock right now,” the Princess said in a falsely irritated tone, only to laugh wickedly when Harry revealed his imposing presence before both women.

Alicent still trembled with pleasure at the memories of the nights she had shared with him, and at the thought that tonight would apparently mark another important first for the Princess.

Rhaenyra settled naturally to his right, an action Alicent imitated on his left, both women fitting themselves comfortably against their future husband.

And then… she asked:

“How was the meeting, my love?” she asked while beginning to wash Harry’s body, while Rhaenyra did the same with his legs.

Lord Potter sighed, preparing to answer.

And Alicent listened.

Harry Potter, the Red Keep – King’s Landing.

Flashback.

“So it is decided. The forces of the Vale will be accepted into the Targaryen vanguard that will assault Bloodstone. The knights in their heavy armor will be perfect for dealing with the disorganized pirates. In exchange, Gulltown will be included in the trade routes the Crown will establish throughout the Narrow Sea, and as part of the agreement for the dissolution of Daemon and Lady Rhea’s marriage, the Crown will allocate a portion of the treasure recovered from the Stepstones to build a small trading port near Runestone, which, in time, will also become part of the new trade route. Any questions?” the monarch asked.

Everyone present remained silent. The arrangement was… acceptable for all those involved. The Kingdom would remain at peace, at least for the moment.

Lady Jeyne spoke, wishing to address another matter.

“Although this concludes our agreement regarding the unpleasant situation involving Lady Rhea and Prince Daemon, I would like to formally extend an invitation to Lord Potter to visit the Eyrie in the future. His actions concerning my aunt Aemma have earned him a place of honor at my table, and I would like to properly honor him within my halls,” Lady Arryn said elegantly, making the King and Daemon raise their eyebrows in surprise, neither of them expecting such words from Lady Arryn.

Beside her, Lady Rhea nodded, looking at him in much the same way Rhaenyra did, much to his private amusement.

“We have also heard that you will soon have a fortress of your own, my Lord. Aemma has not stopped praising it to every visitor. I would like to discuss future relations between House Royce and House Potter in greater detail,” the beautiful woman said, Harry immediately recognizing the interest in Lady Rhea’s expression, making him laugh softly before answering.

“I am certain Rhaenyra would love to visit the Vale, my Ladies. We can discuss the matter in greater detail after the war,” Harry said calmly, making both Ladies nod with small smiles on their faces.

“Perfect, my Lord… We eagerly await your answer,” Lady Royce said, the implied message more than clear.

He would have to… speak with Alicent and Rhaenyra about it.

Flashback End.

Harry watched with amusement as his two women frowned, while unconsciously hugging his body possessively.

"I've always wanted to visit the Vale, mother has always spoken wonders about the landscapes there," said the princess, before looking at Harry with determination and taking his virility with firmness and determination.

"Although I will have to make it clear to both of them that this beautiful and delicious virility belongs to Alicent and me alone my love," said the princess in a possessive and lustful tone, making Alicent and Harry laugh softly.

"Lizzy and I will fly to Oldtown tomorrow Nyra, you will be alone supervising all the operations of the Sun Tower along with Goldilocks," Lord Potter said softly, making the princess's face fill with indecision.

"I... I don't know Harry, it's too much responsibility... what if I'm not able to do it? the Dragon Keepers follow you, I... I don't know if I'll be able to," confessed the princess, showing herself vulnerable and insecure in the face of the immense responsibility that Harry was putting on her shoulders.

Lord Potter's response? Caress the princess's face with extreme sweetness, give her a soft, sweet kiss and respond.

"You have learned and studied with me for months dear, you are more than capable of taking the reins of the Tower on your own, I trust you and I know that you will not disappoint me," Harry said with a sincere smile, while his thumb caressed Rhaenyra's cheek, who was totally moved and was unable to hold the tears in her eyes.

"I will not disappoint you, my love, I promise you!" said the princess with determination.

"I know you wont, but let's forget about it for now..." Harry said as a gleam of amusement entered his eyes and...

"AHHHHG" Alicent shouted surprised, before letting out a nervous chuckle as she felt her body rise above the water, slowly levitating towards Harry's lap.

Straight to his more than hard manhood, before the hungry and eager eyes of the young princess.

"Gods," Rhaenyra whispered, watching with excitement as Alicent's womanhood slowly descended toward Lord Potter's length, impaling her on his lap and making the redhead sees stars in the process.

"OH GODS!!" moaned the totally decomposed redhead, rolling her eyes as she felt her man enter the depths of her being, claiming her in the most primal way.

"It's time for pleasure; Rhaenyra, pay attention dear, you're next!" Harry said, laughing at the hypnotized face of the precocious princess, totally absorbed in the carnal act between her future husband and her best friend.

"OH GODS MY LOVE! TAKE ME! I AM YOURS! FILL ME WITH YOUR SEED! AND LET ME GIVE YOU AN ARMY OF CHILDREN FROM MY WOMB! THE NEXT GENERATION OF BLACKS" Alicent moaned like the little slut she was for him, with her eyes rolling and her body trembling, totally surrendered to the act, drowned in pleasure and in the not so distant fantasy.

As Alicent rode him with such dedication and passion, Harry's gaze was focused on the young princess, who watched the act by biting her lips and a hand nestled between her legs, no doubt trying to calm the fire in her own womanhood.

"Get ready Nyra...tonight I will split your delicious pussy in half, I will put my future heirs in both of your wombs tonight, we have a long night ahead my dragoness" Harry ordered, surprising the princess, who, biting her lip, nodded gently and answered.

"Yes, my love, I am yours to do as you please" she was obviously excited by the promise, spreading her legs totally and showing her bald pussy to Harry's eager eyes.

Harry just smiled and grabbed Alicent's hips, starting to fuck her for real and biting her tits with fervor, deep thrusts at the perfect angle that made his beautiful redhead bellow like a bitch in heat.

"Did you hear that my little tower? tonight...I will cum in you so much that you will feel it for days...tonight is the moment when I will breed you with my heirs...tonight, is the real beginning of the rest of your life!" roared the Lord with a crazed look, his family magic really excited about finally continuing the lineage.

Both Potter and Black were singing in him, the family magic will makes sure that his seed takes root tonight and in night months, both Lizzy and Nyra will gives birth to the first batch of his future children.

Harry took Alicent from her butt, standing up and putting the redhead ass in Rhaenyra's face, spreading her ass and ordering.

"Prepares her for me my love, she will do the same for you later tonight" Harry ordered, making the princess bit her lip and nods her head, leaning her face towards Alicent ass and licking slowly and sensually around her sensible rim.

The Result? that the redhead began to trash in Harry's arms, trembling with need and pleasure, while Harry fucks Alicent's Pussy, Rhaenyra was toying her ass.

The result? Alicent's juices bathing his cock...and Rhaenyra's faces.

"Oh gods...please my loves, let me rest please!" begs the young Hightower Lady, making Harry and Rhaenyra looks at each other and having a silent conversation.

"Oh Darling...we are just starting...get ready!" orders Harry, before plugging her future Lady Black again, at the same time Rhaenyra continues his assault to her best friend.

The night was just beginning.

Someone, Somewhere in Westeros.

“A new report has arrived from the Ministry. The Council will meet in seven days to discuss the ascension of a new Lord,” said the hooded figure, kneeling before the immense ebony desk before him.

The rocky walls gave the place an intimidating atmosphere, while the sound of a quill moving across parchment was accompanied by the waves of the Narrow Sea crashing against the rocks of the island.

“I see. The Awakening of House Black will be news among the Ancient Families. Anything else to report?” asked the feminine voice, mature and firm, never stopping her writing on the parchment.

The kneeling man shook his head and answered.

“One more thing… Lord Harald Black has declared a magical infant a Ward of House Black… someone… important,” the man said hesitantly, making the woman respond more firmly.

“Just say it, Miles. I do not have all day,” the mysterious woman said, making the man inhale deeply before answering with extreme caution.

“Baelon...Baelon Targaryen, son of Viserys Targaryen, the Muggle King” the newly named Miles said, producing an immediate reaction.

The mysterious woman’s quill snapped, ruining the letter in the process.

“I… I see,” the woman whispered with extreme caution as she rose to her feet and silently stared through the window.

“That is all, Miles… please leave. Inform my husband and my children that I will not be having dinner with them. I am feeling unwell,” the woman said, her voice completely distracted, her mind focused on those painful memories of the past that seemed so… distant.

“As you command, my Lady,” Miles said, lowering his head and leaving the room, giving the mysterious woman her privacy as she remained hidden within the darkness of the chamber, the torches illuminating her peculiar two-colored gaze.

The demons of the past were returning, it seemed, and life was mocking her. The moment Lord Potter appeared before the Council of Oldtown… everything would go to hell.

Of that, she had no doubt.