Princess Daenerys Targaryen
The dragons loved it here, there was plenty of room for them to hunt, to feed and to mate. The people who had grown up on Dragonstone had been preparing for the return of the dragons for years, they knew what to do when Belgabad, or Rhaegal or Viserion approached, they did not mind, they were happy. Dany was happy as well, happy that they had come home, that they were closer still to regaining the throne. Aemon was happy, as well, Dragonstone agreed with them, and Dany was not quite sure she wanted to leave this place, even if it meant not gaining the throne. But, as she looks into her brother's eyes, her hands running circles on his chest, she knows she cannot suggest that. So instead she asks. "Do you think we can trust Massey?" Justin Massey was someone who had proven very useful, but she sensed he had a changing perspective on things.
Her brother is silent for a moment, thoughtful, considering her question, eventually he replies. "I think he has given us information because he wants to be useful to us. He wants to show us that he is loyal. And so far, nothing he has said has been wrong. Baratheon is falling apart in King's Landing, Benjen Stark has reached out to us, and the northmen are falling apart as well. He has proven useful."
Dany looks at her brother and sees that there is something bothering him, so she asks again. "And what if he thinks someone else could be more beneficial to him? You know he covets his father's seat as well as more power within the crownlands. We have not yet landed in the Crownlands, and the expected uprisings on the mainland have not yet happened. What if he sees that and abandons us?"
Her brother takes her hand then and kisses it. "Then I will personally find him and kill him myself." The bravado is there, though there is an underlying sense of unease in her brother's tone that she picks up. "Though I admit the lack of uprisings is worrying."
Dany sits up then leaning back a little into her brother's arms. "Do you think we might have misjudged things then? That perhaps the people of Westeros do not want us back?"
Her brother runs a hand through her hair. "I do not know Dany, truly I do not. I want to believe that once we get to the crownlands proper, we shall have more support. Already Velaryon and Celtigar have pledged allegiance as has Massey. But Bar Emmon remains silent. I do not know, perhaps we need to make a show of things."
"Was the taking of Dragonstone not enough? We have taken our ancestral seat right from the nose of the usurper who sits the throne. Surely that needs to be enough?" Dany asks.
Her brother shakes his head. "No, I think that was expected. Dragonstone bent so easily, because this is our home. The rest of the kingdoms will not bend so easily I do not think. Unless we remove some of the enemies from the board."
"Which ones?" Dany inquires. "Baratheon must go, as must the Lannisters, but what of the Starks? They fought against our father and brother during the usurper's war, do they burn as well?"
Her brother takes his time to answer that question, and eventually shakes his head. "No. The Starks are too important for the north right now. We need one region to be stable and steady. And as such they must remain. Perhaps I should write to Winterfell itself and offer assistance."
"And go the other way? Is that not unwise? The throne is before us, not in the north." Dany points out.
Her brother snorts. "I will not be going to Winterfell now, sister, I'd be going once I had my throne. Should they still have difficulties that is. But we must do something, and soon, I cannot sit and wait for much longer."
Dany moves her hand down to her brother's stomach and then lower, her fingers ghosting over his manhood. "Oh, I know." She says breathily. She hears his breath hitch, and smiles. "So tell me, have you had any more offers for marriage from nobles?"
"I have." Her brother responds cautiously, he knows where her hand is, and what she's doing to him right now.
"And?" Dany prompts. "Who have they come from?" she begins quickening her pace, knowing her brother is close.
Aemon seems most uncomfortable, but also comfortable, a strange look on his face. "From… from Dorne, from Prince Doran for his daughter Princess Arianne, from Highgarden and Lady Margaery, from Winterfell even and the Lady Sansa. They are asking for many things though. Lands, titles, honours. Things I do not think I should give."
She quickens even more. "Highgarden would be appropriate. They have eighty thousand men on their beck and call, some of the best commanders in Westeros, and they owe our family. Stark might be good, but would echo of Rhaegar and Lyanna. As for Dorne, I do not like Dorne."
"Why?" her brother gasps as his orgasm hits, his seed spilling onto her hand.
She brings her hand up and licks her fingers, looking at her brother as she does so, then when she is done there, she kisses him then pulls back and whispers. "Because Dorne always asks for more than they give, and they have cost our family enough."
"That is true, though they do have a grudge to settle with the Lannisters. Their army could be useful in the fighting to come." Aemon responds.
"If they were truly loyal, they would not demand a marriage." Dany points out. "They would be marshalling their banners at once. As it is, they have a Lannister granddaughter betrothed to one of their prince's sons. Hardly the most reassuring thing."
Her brother nods. "Very true. Perhaps we might reason with them."
She is about to reply, when there is a knock on the door. She pulls the sheet back onto herself and her brother, then calls for whoever it is to enter. Ser Jorah steps into the doorway and bows. "Your Graces, I come bearing bad news. Viserion has disappeared."