No, no, no! You're flying too low, Rhae!!! Visenya flew back above the burning remains of the ironborn fleet and returned to circling in the air atop Vhagar just in time to see Balerion take out more ships than Vhagar and Cloudwynd combined. She was confident that Rhaenys knew what to do and Meraxes' flames would punch through the front of the fleet, effectively blunting the ironborn's attack. After all, she was the most experienced dragonrider out of them all and knew how to take full advantage of Meraxes' capabilities.
While Visenya never been in battle before like Aegon, Orys, and Rhaenys, she worried about Rhaenys more because she never received any combat training and only barely knew how to handle the bow. Like Aegon and Jaenyx, she knew better than to flew Vhagar low enough for any ironborn archers to shoot at her because her training emphasized not allowing your opponent to get close enough to strike at you. Rhaenys did not know that and she flew close enough for the arrows to fly.
Worry turned to horror as Visenya saw Rhaenys fall into the Blackwater Bay from Meraxes, her dragon roaring in distress at her rider's plight. She knew that some of the arrows must have made her lose her grip on Meraxes and that Rhaenys never swam at night before, the darkness of the water most definitely causing panic to her sister and increasing her chances of drowning.
Visenya had Vhagar dive down to where she saw Rhaenys fall, not caring of the other ironborn ships still afloat on the Blackwater Bay. If she dies, Egg's heart will shatter and I will never forgive myself for not protecting her . She leveled out of the dive just low enough for Vhagar's feet to slide along the Bay's surface.
" Girl, fly back to Dragonstone and help Balerion and Cloudwynd! I need to save my sister! " Before Vhagar could protest, Visenya let go of her spines and let the air blowing against her to slide her off her back into the waters below. The cold of the Blackwater Bay slammed against her skin and through the dragon coat, the piercing shocks of the sea able to make any mere mortal go limp after a moment. However, the dragonblood in her veins kept Visenya warm as she got her bearings in the pitch black underwater. Holding her breath and looking around, she saw a red mist to slight right, no doubt blood and where Rhaenys was sinking further into the depths.
Visenya frantically swam towards the mist, which grew thick thicker as she got closer. Then, she saw her sister's still form, her eyes closed and arrows embedded her arm and thigh as blood flowed out of them. After what seemed like forever, she reached her sister before she could sink beyond her reach and pulled her up with all her might back to the surface.
Visenya took a deep inhale as her head broke back through the surface, her left arm around Rhaenys' limp body as she struggled to swim back to Dragonstone's shores with her free arm. Like the boys and Rhaenys, she knew how to swim, but she never swam at night and while trying to get someone back to shore. She treaded water and struggled to remain afloat as she used all of the strength she could muster to inch back to their home.
Come on, Rhae! We can make it! Don't you fucking die on me!!! But her right arm was tiring even though the waters were calm that night. The loud crackles of the dragonflames and the dying screams of the ironborn added to the chaos around her and increased her panic, making Visenya swim faster but in quicker and smaller strokes. She felt her heart pumping faster and harder than before, but she felt exhaustion slowly overtake her. Eventually, her strokes got weaker and slower while they were both still a distance away from Dragonstone.
No, no! Must… continue…. Visenya had to keep trying to reach their home, but she felt her arms slowly give out and her legs ache from kicking in the water. She kept her left arm tight around Rhaenys, but it became much more difficult to keep her head afloat in an attempt to get her breathing again. It was becoming too much for Visenya.
Please…. Someone…. Help…. Were her thoughts as her treads in the water became mere glides and her grip on Rhaenys became much weaker. She couldn't go on and they would both drown in the waters around their home. There was nothing more shameful than a dragon dying in the sea, fire being smothered by water. It was what the Rhoynish tried to do all those centuries ago and it would seem that the Blackwater Bay would succeed where they failed.
Before they both sunk into the depths, Visenya looked to her right and saw ships moving towards them, carrying the banners of House Velaryon and Tarareon. Hope flooding her being and mustering her last remaining bit of strength, she grunted as she treaded the waters of the Bay with her strained right arm. Rhaenys, stay with me! Cousin Daemon is coming!
The lead Velaryon ship soon reached the two sisters and several hands frantically pulled them onto the safety of the ship, with their cousin Daemon helping with Rhaenys. Instead of asking questions, Daemon and the crew wasted no time to get Visenya and Rhaenys warm.
Catching her breath, Visenya felt herself over and was surprised to see her dragon coat dry and only her face, hands, and hair drenched in seawater. While flying over the ironborn fleet, she felt an arrow hit her side, but saw the arrowhead become blunt before the shaft fell into the fires below. Proof of the dragon coat's protective abilities. I'm going to fuck Jae senseless after this. I am never taking this off after tonight.
Visenya's thoughts shifted to Rhaenys, whose inert form was being draped by warm blankets while Daemon got a brazier next to her. She took off her blankets and crawled towards her sister. As a sailor, Daemon knew what to do whenever one of his crew members were pulled out of the water after almost drowning. He was moving quickly to prevent her from going into shock, as was common with sailors that took on too much water. Warming with the brazier, he was pushing against her abdomen in an attempt to push the water out of her, allowing the body to breathe again. He felt a weak pulse on Rhaenys' neck, but he was acting frantically as the pulse was getting weaker by the second.
Pushing Daemon aside, Visenya remembered something that Jaemon Leniar, cousin to Taygor, taught her. One effective way to save someone before the body suffocated from drowning was to force air into the body and the only way to do that was to put mouth against mouth. She promptly put her mouth against Rhaenys', breathing into it before she pushed against her abdomen. If I don't save her, Egg will never forgive me and who would blame him?
Visenya repeated this a few times, breathing into her mouth and pushing against her abdomen. After seeing Rhaenys still unconscious, she slammed her fist into her chest. She pounded her fist against Rhaenys' heart as hard as she could, not caring if it caused a few bruises as she did as long as she would see her sister's eyes fly open. Please, Rhae! Get up, Rhae!!!
As she felt Daemon try to pull her off of Rhaenys, Visenya kept pounding. Just as she pulled off, she saw Rhaenys cough. She's alive! Pushing Daemon aside, she returned to her sister's side and grasped her left shoulder and forehead.
"Easy, Rhae. Easy," Visenya stroked Rhaenys' forehead as she placed her in her lap. Seeing Rhaenys cough out more water, relief flowed through her as Visenya saw her sister's eyes flicker open. "You're going to be alright, Rhae," Visenya said as she broke down.
Rhaenys grunted. "Vis? Is that you?" She slowly put her arm and covered Visenya's cheek. "Did you save me?"
Visenya nodded. "I almost lost you, Rhae."
Although still weak from the blood loss, Rhaenys put her arm around Visenya's neck and dug her head into her chest, reassuring her that she was alive. Trying to be careful, Visenya put her arms around her sister's damp body as their cousin's ship came closer to Dragonstone.
Visenya stood besides Rhaenys' bed, looking upon Aegon as he and their mother held her hands while Jaenyx put his arms around herself. Taygor Leniar was working on getting the arrows out of her arm and thigh, a straightforward process had it not been for the snapped shafts and how deep they were embedded into her muscles.
Visenya saw Taygor Leniar take out his tools before moving towards the other sides of Rhaenys' pierced arm and thigh. He had the decency to ask Aegon and their mother if he could pull up Rhaenys' skit, as he knew that such a motion could easily be seen as violating her virtue. He then began to make an incision to the other sides of her arm and thigh.
" What are you doing ?" Visenya asked Taygor while still being held by Jaenyx.
" The arrows are deep within her flesh, Lady Visenya ," Taygor kept his focus at Rhaenys' wounds. " If I try to pull them out from where they entered, it would only cause more damage to the muscles. So, the only way to prevent more damage to her limbs is to bring them out from the other side ."
" Wouldn't that cause more damage to her skin, Taygor ?"
" This is the fastest way to get the arrowheads out. If I wait any longer, her wounds will get infected and there will be nothing we could do when that happens. Time is not on our side in this situation ," Taygor began making his first incision.
"Just do what you need to do to save my daughter," their mother shook while still holding Rhaenys' hand.
" All right, this will hurt, Lady Rhaenys ," Taygor put a rag in her mouth and had Aegon hold it. " Just hold on and everything will be fine ." As he cut into her arm, Rhaenys screamed, which was fortunately muffled by the rag. He cut slowly and steadily to prevent more damage than was inflicted. After the cut was down, he pulled his forceps from the bowl of arakju that Jaenyx poured to disinfect the metal. As the forceps entered her flesh and grabbed the arrowhead, Rhaenys' screams through the rag became louder. " This is the hard part. Stay with me ," Taygor continued as he slowly pulled the arrowhead out from the other side. With a quick jerk, the arrowhead was taken out and dumped onto the small table next to the bed.
Taygor did the same thing with her thigh, with Rhaenys' screams becoming even louder as the forceps had to go through more flesh than the arms. However, the arrowhead was also taken out and dumped onto the small table. Grabbing the bottle of arakju that Jaenyx provided, he poured a generous amount onto her wounds, causing her to wince and squeeze both Aegon's and their mother's hands tighter, before he finally sewed her wound and wrapped them up in gauze.
" She's going to be alright ," Taygor smiled at everyone in the room. " You're going to be alright, my lady. You are very brave ."
Sighs of relief filled the chambers. Their mother reached toward Taygor and gave him a big kiss on his cheek in thanks while Aegon and Orys gave him a strong hug. Jaenyx nodded his thanks to his cousin while Visenya kissed him on the forehead before both went towards Rhaenys.
"Thank you, Vis," Rhaenys said softly. "You saved me."
"You're my sister, Rhae," Visenya replied with a tear in her eye. "Of course I would do that."
"What about the ironborn? Did we beat them?" Rhaenys asked.
"We did," Aegon answered while stroking her hand. "After our dragons burned them, cousin Daemon and Maerys Tarareon cleaned up what was left. We even captured one of their captains."
"What are we going to do with him?" Rhaenys asked, but everyone could see a rare fire emerging in her eyes.
"Fire and blood, Rhae," Visenya assured. "We'll show these ironborn fuckers just how much of a mistake they made in attacking us."
"Before we do that," their mother spoke up. "Your father wants us all to go to the hall and discuss our next action regarding the ironborn. Those fuckers will be foolish to think that we won't respond to this." All of them nodded in agreement while seeing the rage in their mother's eyes.
All of them hugged Rhaenys, with Aegon promising to be back at her side, before Taygor put three drops of nightshade into her mouth. Seeing her fall into a deep sleep, the family went to the hall, where they saw their father seated on his metal throne the Lords Velaryon, Celtigar, Sunglass and the heads of the Tarareons, Leniars, and Rahitheons on the floor. Their mother took her place next to their father while Aegon and Orys stood to the right and Visenya and Jaenyx to the left. Save for their father and mother, all were dressed in battle armor.
"My lords," their father started. "Thank you for coming on such short notice. I would begin by saying the reasons why I summoned you all here, but my messages and the burning remains of the ironborn right next to this island make it pointless. I have no doubt that you know why you're all here. This is an unprovoked attack on us, so we must discuss our next course of action."
Visenya would've groaned at her father's usual caution, but she could sense that their father knew what to do and that the meeting was merely a formality. It better be .
"My lord," the Sunglass lord spoke. "It is true that the ironborn launched an unprovoked attack on your home, but we must exercise caution. We have no evidence to support that Black Harren had sanctioned this assault, only that Darvin Hoare is the most likely perpetrator. I would suggest opening a line of communication with Harrenhal and request recompense from the ironborn."
"FUCK THAT, SUNGLASS!" Daemon Velaryon shouted. "You were so willing to go after our liege's daughter, but now when he has been attacked, you support careful action? I had no idea that you were this craven!"
The Sunglass lord drew his sword in anger, prompting their father to intervene. "That's enough, Lord Daemon! And you, Lord Sunglass, control yourself or you will be thrown out like the last time." The Sunglass lord stood down and sheathed his sword. "And no, I will not initiate a dialogue with Black Harren. Even if he didn't sanction this attack, the fact that his son did either means he knew about it or cannot control his own family. Regardless, we will not communicate with him. I said 'course of action', and talking is not one of them." The Sunglass lord nodded begrudgingly.
"Lord Targaryen," Crispian Celtigar stepped forward. "If action is what you seek, then we must land our troops on Westeros. Blood must be met with blood, and I am sure that even Lady Rhaenys will not protest if we responded with force."
"Hear, hear!" Aegon shouted, relief and anger of his sister-wife's maiming evident on his face.
"But what can we do against thirty-thousand soldiers, Lord Celtigar?" the Sunglass lord called out. "We only have three thousand men and less ships than the ironborn can muster. We have no cavalry and we have no siege equipment."
"We have dragons, Lord Sunglass," Orys pointed out. Everyone could see the eagerness for battle on his face.
"And you've seen what they've done," Visenya jumped in. "If four dragons can take out forty ships in a matter of moments, imagine what they could against an army."
"What of the Storm King, my lord? Will you go after him also based on unsupported reports of your good-son's man going missing there?"
Visenya wanted to draw Dark Sister and cut his throat, growing tired of his caution. "That boatman confessed to spying for the Storm King, meaning that he sees us as weak. We cannot let this go unanswered."
"My lands, my home is next to the Storm King's domains. We move against him, I will not be able to protect my lands and family with a mere three hundred swords. How can you protect us then?"
Their father also began to grow tired. "As our vassals, we have an obligation to protect you. Rest assured, the dragons and my troops will give you the protection you need against the Storm King."
"With respect, my lord, that is not good enough."
Aegon put his hand on Blackfyre, angered at the Sunglass' insinuation. "Are you saying that you won't support your liege in our retaliation against our enemies?"
"You have an island, Lord Aegon. The Velaryons and Celtigars can protect you, but who will protect us? This is folly!"
Their father slammed his hand down on the arm rest. "You are trying my patience, Lord Sunglass. I will ask you very clearly. Will you or will you not support us in this?"
The Sunglass lord took a moment, before shaking his head. "I cannot go with you on this, my lord. You will fight against two kings, more powerful than you, and my family will be destroyed. I will not be taken down by you dragonspawn."
That's it! The frustrations with the Sunglass' boiled over, as Visenya stepped forward and struck the lord hard in his face. As he fell to the floor stunned, the guards seized his heir and the others that came with him, disarming them before they could react.
Their father's mouth was wide open, shocked at how reckless Visenya was. But she saw Aegon, Orys, and Jaenyx less bothered by it. She then saw her father recover from his shock. As his vassal openly defied him, there was no other way to prevent what had just happened. His insult only made things worse for him.
"Lord Sunglass," their father pointed to his heir. "You only have two choices now: you either stand with us and save your father or he dies here right now."
"You can't do that!" the heir shouted. "That violates guest rights."
"Your father made an unwise decision by insulting the family of his liege. Also, if you had noticed, I did not give you bread and salt and you did not ask for it. So, no one is violating anything here."
The heir looked around the hall for support, but only saw cold looks aimed at him. Seeing no other choice, he pushed the guard off of him and bent the knee. "I reaffirm House Sunglass' loyalty to Dragonstone and pledge our banners to your cause, Lord Targaryen."
"Excellent," their father nodded, pleased with the heir acting smart for once. "Confine the former Lord Sunglass to the dungeon and the current Lord Sunglass will remain in our hall." The guards nodded before dragging the elderly lord to the depths of Dragonstone. Visenya shot the heir a death glare before going back to her place next to Jaenyx.
"So, are all in favor of striking back against Black Harren and the Arrogant king?" He received a collective nod from those present, even the younger Lord Sunglass with reluctance. "Good. We will discuss further details on the morrow, but consult with my son and heir Aegon, my other son Orys, my daughter Visenya, and my good-son Jaenyx Belaerys."
Visenya looked up to their father, her eyebrows raised. What are you doing there ?
"My lords, I believe it is time to admit that the current circumstances are beyond my capabilities. War is a matter that will always remain unprecedented, but more so for my case. While I will remain Lord of Dragonstone, my children will take over all efforts from here on out until our enemies are crushed. Could I trust all of you to give your support to them as you had given to me?"
Surprise filled the hall, all not expecting their liege to delegate his responsibilities to his heir so soon after the start of a crisis. Many would have found this the action of a weak man, but all of them knew their liege lord well enough to know that he would not make such a decision lightly. They were also relieved that he would remain their lord instead of stepping down. Slowly, all nodded in support of their liege's decision, with the Sunglass lord again nodding reluctantly. We need to keep a closer eye on him from now on.
"Why did you do that, father?" Aegon asked as they exited the hall.
"It was the truth, Egg," their father shrugged. "War is not an area I'm familiar with."
"But you're still the Lord of Dragonstone. You have to lead us!"
Their father smiled. "No. This, I cannot be of much help. You're my heir, Egg, and it's time that you put all that you have learned to practice. Get out of the training yard and become the warrior you dreamed of becoming for so long. I say the same to you, Orys." Their father turned to their older brother. "Help your brother as you have done for so many years."
"I will, father." While most bastard sons will be embittered at not being in line to inherit lands, Orys was loyal to a fault to their family. Despite being ten years older than Aegon, Orys deferred to him and acknowledged as the better leader of the both of them.
" Jaenyx ," their father turned to Visenya's husband. " I trust that you will honor your alliance and help us in our present course? I can assure that you will have a position equal to Aegon in what follows. "
" I know, Father. And it was my people that were wronged. I must fight for them ," Jaenyx responded.
Their father hugged all of them before retiring with their mother. After hugging Aegon, Orys, and their mother, Visenya and Jaenyx made their way to the dungeons before they would be able to retire to their chambers. Quenton Qoherys and Arata Haru, Konno Haru's eldest son, were overseeing the captured ironborn and were given the responsibility of interrogating them. Hands clasped with each other, they entered the lower levels of the castle and into the dark and dampness of the dungeons.
Passing by the cell where the elder Sunglass was kept, they both approached the main cell, where there was a table, chairs, and a chained ironborn captain, one named Curtass Drumm, having his head slammed against the wood by Quenton. As the only captain to have been pulled from the water alive, he was the highest ranking captive they had. To his credit, he didn't cry in pain and kept his composure.
Arata Haru saw them approach and stood up, with Quenton stopping his bashing. "Rhaenys ha daijou desuka ( Is Lady Rhaenys all right )?" he asked with concern.
"Hai, Arata-kun," Jaenyx replied. "Kanojo ha daijou desu ( She will be alright )." Visenya saw Jaenyx give a death glare to the ironborn captain. "Kono kuso kara ka o mi tsu ke ta ( What did you find out from this piece of shit )?"
"Arera ha ouji ni ga shima ni kuru mae dea tte mo, watashitachi o kougeki shi taka tsu ta. Arera ha doragon ni shuu wa reru toha shi wa naka tsu ta. ( They wanted to attack us even before the prince came to the island. They did not expect to be attacked by dragons )," Haru replied with a dark grin. "Kare ha kyou tte ru ( He's a crazy one )."
"Ironborn no su be te ga ari masu, Arata-kun ( All of the ironborn are, Arata )," Visenya spoke in nihongo. She tried her best to learn, finding it a tongue as interesting as High Valyrian, and she had a long way to go before she could speak it well. But by this point, she could understand it thanks to Jaenyx.
"Watashitachi ha kare ni mizu o chuu gi mashouka ( Shall we pour water on him )?" Haru asked while pointing to the two buckets of water and a brown rag on the table."
Jaenyx nodded while a wicked grin grew on his face. "Kono yarou ga dorudake mizu ga suki ka mi te miyo u. ( Let's see how much this bastard likes water )."
Arata Haru nodded approvingly. "Ironborn bon ha oboreru no ga suki dato ki i ta. Shi ha kare ga oyu ga suki gan tte i masu. ( I heard that the ironborn like to be drowned. I hope he likes boiled water ).
"Quenton," Visenya called out, having understood what they said. "Hold our guest down." She saw Jaenyx go for one of the buckets, steam escaping from the water's surface.
Jaenyx stared at the ironborn captain. "I heard you ironborn loved to be drowned, if what you worship is any indication." The ironborn stared back in defiance while blood dripped from his forehead. "Let's see how well you drown in warmer water." Leaning his chair back, he put the rag on the ironborn's face and poured the steaming water onto his face.
Visenya learned from Jaenyx that this practice was an ancient Valyrian torture tactic used to mock the Rhoynar's affinity for water. It was first used during the War of Three Princes after Prince Yandry of Sarhoy was captured, who was a river-farer by heart. When all methods did not work, his Valyrian captors devised a way to turn his love for the water against him. After many times of him experiencing what it felt like to drown, Prince Yandry broke and was afraid of water for the rest of his life.
Visenya watched as the ironborn screamed upon the hot water burning his skin. Jaenyx poured as slowly as he could to make the pain last longer and the water to flow to the rest of the body. Finishing the bucket, Jaenyx readjusted his chair and tore off the rag. The ironborn's face was burnt red, his skin peeling and blisters already forming. Both of his eyes were blood red and steam coming out of his hair.
Jaenyx looked him over before sitting across him. "Had enough, ironborn?"
"What do you want?" the ironborn captain was now submissive, the hot water burning through his previous steel form.
"I will ask the most important question. Did Black Harren know you were going to attack us?" The ironborn hesitated, glancing at the other bucket of hot water. "I would choose my words very carefully. If the hot water is not enough to convince you, perhaps dragonfire can change your mind."
The ironborn shook his head hard. "No, not that. Please."
"Then start talking."
The ironborn sighed. "The king didn't know that Prince Darvin would do this. However, after he found out what he did to your man, he couldn't do anything. Everyone knows that the riverlords hate him, especially with the construction of his massive keep. If word got out that he couldn't control his own son, the lords under him would start to get ideas. One thought after another would lead to rebellion, so he did nothing."
"But surely," Visenya leaned forward. "Now, your king knows there's no turning back from this, after his son started it."
The ironborn captain chuckled darkly. "It doesn't matter who started it. Ironborn blood has been spilled and there's coin to be made off of Valyrian steel forging. I hope you're ready to fight."
"Oh, we will," Visenya gave her own dark grin. "But you made a mistake after almost killing our sister. Now we will take pleasure in burning all of you until there is nothing but ashes in your wake."
The ironborn captain straightened up in defiance. "What is dead may never die, but rises---", but before he could finish, Arata drew his sword and decapitated him. His lifeless fell to the ground after realizing that its head was gone.
"Shi ha ano de tara me ni tsukare tei ta ( I was getting tired of his bullshit )," Arata shrugged as he sheathed his sword.
Jaenyx nodded nonchalantly. "Shinpai nai. Shi hato nika ku tsui watsu ta ( No worries. I was done anyway )."
Visenya watched everything, and saw Jaenyx enter his natural environment. He may have been a lord in the natural sense and knew how to command others, but she saw him become much more comfortable in these settings. He knew how to break people, knew how to get them talking, knew how to get what he wanted. Like Aegon, he was persistent and would do anything to accomplish his goals. However, that was where they diverged.
Aegon had standards and there were lines that he would not cross. He would not get squeamish at the sight of blood and had no difficulty in taking a life, but he had displayed remorse whenever he had to end a breathing thing and reflected upon it. For Jaenyx, Visenya saw him as cold, remorseless, and had no compunction to doing what was needed to get his tasks done. Him growing up without the barriers of Westerosi society only made his willingness to commit unpleasant acts know no bounds. She wondered what else he would've done had the ironborn not have folded so quickly.
Unlike Aegon and even Rhaenys, Visenya wasn't bothered by his seemingly remorseless demeanor. In the past year, she knew him better and saw that he wasn't callous just for the sake of it. He had a harsher upbringing and a teacher that painfully emphasized how merciless the world could be, which could sometimes lead to his actions being extreme. His closeness with Rhaenys and even his respectfulness towards Orys showed to Visenya that he did have warmth in his heart, but it was a long time since he had anyone to really be close with. He has me, and Rhae, and the rest of us .
As much as she loved Aegon, Rhaenys, and Orys, Visenya saw them as too restricted within the rules of the society they grew up in. Jaenyx remarked to her something that Master Haru said, "For those that made up the rules, there are no rules." She couldn't have agreed with that statement more, especially with how hypocritical the Faith's septons were and she lost track of how many knights she had to kill when they wanted to force their hands on her. That was why she stuck with her husband, as he understood how the world was and had adjusted his mind accordingly, just like herself after experiencing isolation for being a strong and intelligent woman. If only Egg, Rhae, and Orys understood what the world really was .
Visenya walked up with Jaenyx back to their chambers, and only after the door was closed that she let out a heavy exhale that she didn't know was there. The stresses of the night and everything that followed made her lean towards the wall, making almost disoriented. Jaenyx went to her side, concern evident his face.
" You alright, Vis ?" She nodded. " We have an important day tomorrow, so we should rest now ."
Visenya shook her head. " Not yet ," her voice slightly cracked. " I almost lost Rhae tonight ."
" All of us almost did ," Jaenyx grabbed Visenya's face in his hands. " But she's alive, thanks to you. And Lord Velaryon. We will kill those that tried to take her from us ."
Visenya nodded in affirmation. " Kessa. We will bring fire and blood on them ."
Jaenyx gave her kiss to comfort her, which only got Visenya confused as to how short it was. " Kiss me again ." Visenya wanted more. Jaenyx gave her a deeper kiss, prompting her to pull him more against her. I need him. I said that I would fuck him senseless .
Pushing him away, Visenya gave him a lustful gaze before she started to undo his cuirass and rip off his tunic. " I almost lost my sister today, so make me forget and please your wife ."
" We're both very tired from battle. Shouldn't we rest ?" Jaenyx half-heartedly asked, not going to say no to his wife wanting him.
" No, fuck that. I want you now! Make me forget my worries, my husband ." Visenya ran her hands against Jaenyx's defined torso and pulled down his breeches, exposing his bare self to her wanting eyes. Finally getting the clue, Jaenyx turned her around and started to unlace her dragon coat. " Be gentle, Jae. I don't want you ripping up my wedding gift just as you have done with the other dresses ."
" With how you look underneath, I don't know if I could ," Jaenyx japed before yanking down the coat as the Valyrian steel plates clattered to the floor. Visenya turned around and jumped in his arms while giving him a deep kiss, their naked selves strongly grasping each other.
Both were led to the bed, with Jaenyx wasting no time in getting his member inside her entrance and slamming into her. Visenya's moans filled the chambers as pleasure replaced worry and fear for her sister's life. " Harder, Jae! Fuck me harder! " she ordered. Jaenyx complied and pushed into her with a furious pace, both of them reaching the brink. At many intense thrusts, Visenya felt her husband's seed burst into her core before he collapsed onto her.
" Can I ask you to do something, Jae ?"
" Anything, Vis ," he muttered while still buried in her hair.
" Can you make another dragon coat for Rhae ?" Jaenyx focused his eyes on her, confused by the request. " She almost died today and I don't know…. what we'll do if she were to perish. She's our heart, Jae. Egg would never be the same and our mother will be torn to pieces if she had died tonight. Please protect her ."
Visenya decided to repay Jaenyx's moment of vulnerability with hers, as she felt tears leave her eyes and her voice cracking loudly. Jaenyx wiped the tears before nodding. " Of course. I will have Aevor make another coat. I can't guarantee it'll be like yours, as it's one of a kind. But she'll be safe ."
Visenya smiled and gave him a kiss before she turned and laid on her chest. " Should I get on all fours, Jae ?"
Jaenyx did not need to be told again, as he squeezed her breasts and fucked her from behind. This went on for at least a good few hours before the fatigue finally overtook them and Jae fell on her back.
The next morning, Visenya and Jaenyx helped each other dress in their armor. After consulting with their bannermen some more in the hall, Jaenyx led his men on Maerys' ships while the Celtigars and Sunglass troops who chose to fight boarded the Velaryons'. Visenya got on Vhagar after hugging their mother and father, promising to return to them alive, and flew from Dragonstone above the combined fleet. She was soon joined by Jaenyx on Cloudwynd and Aegon on Balerion. Rhaenys would join them a few days later on Meraxes after Taygor told her to rest.
Their destination: the mouth of the Blackwater Rush. Westeros will know fire and blood , were Visenya's final thoughts as the mainland came into view.