'Forgive me.'
-Taken from what pieces of 'The Lost Fragments' we can be certain are true, based on cross reference and insurmountable evidence.
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Pinprickles rose at a brother's touch, neck wet with kisses, breath warm beneath the ear.
Rhaenar traced her breast; her nipples hardened through the satin.
"M—!"
Their mouths locked before she could moan. Stifled sounds escaped anyway. They rolled together, ravenous, panting, cheeks flushed.
They clawed and pulled each other in with the fervor of split souls. His body was hard, the bed soft beneath her.
It felt natural — too natural. She stripped off his shirt and felt the heat of his skin. He tore open her pink gown.
She shuddered as his lips grazed her ear. His hand swept down her arched spine. The mouth followed. Light kisses, then harder, sucking from neck to collar to teat.
When he swirled his tongue and drew her in, she yelped.
"Rhaenar!"
"Mmm?"
Rhaenyra glanced up. His eyes mirrored her hunger.
"I love—"
He kissed her again, heavier this time. Only then did Rhaenyra realize how gentle he'd been.
Rhaenyra wanted him more as the throb in his breeches pressed against her. She pushed at his hips; her thumbs caught the waistband.
That was all it took. He slipped free, and the wet brush of him against her fold made her gasp.
"Rhaenar!"
At the edge of mistake or devotion, he paused.
"Yes?"
"I love you."
"You want this?"
"I want you. More than anything."
"You sure?"
"I've been ready for a while, you know."
He kissed her forehead. "I know."
He reached down, guiding his tip to bean. He swirled slow, up down and around, adjusting to every nudge of Rhaenyra.
She came quickly, screaming
"Do it!"
What followed was hot pressure —a tight, searing stretch — yet she opened before him. The pain sharpened to pleasure as he filled her.
Rhaenyra squeezed her eyes shut. "A-ah!"
Her surprise was nothing compared to his.
"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!"
Rhaenar fought hard to stay conscious as he made the first plunge. Walls curled before his shape, ribbed for his pleasure as cock hit cave.
In seconds they finished, and never did Rhaenyra feel so accomplished until she saw her brother howl to the ceiling in such delight.
For a while they lay tangled. Then she purred in his ear,
"Again?"
Rhaenar searched her face in disbelief, "Really?"
A fluttered eyelash was the answer.
Rhaenar shook his head. What was he going to do about this? With a huff he got up and poked his head out the door.
"Out!" he ordered.
"Of the wing?" the guard replied.
"No. The castle. Everyone. OUT!!!"
'Finally' Rhaenyra thought.
To say Rhaenyra had him all to herself that night would be an understatement.
For the two, quite literally, fucked in every inch of Dragonstone.
This is no exaggeration. Every surface, every piece of furniture.
They fucked on the floor and fucked along walls. Fucked so long they said: ' the hell with draws!'
They took a breather when tired. If hungry, Rhaenar fixed them a snack. When thirst took, was down to the cellar, for ice flown from the Vale kept fruits nice and fresh. Nothing like a chug of juice to recharge for another round!
They fucked and they fucked and they stunk the House out. Body fluids and used handkerchiefs.
The black gargoyles of Dragonstone watched on, with naught the means to cover their eyes x_x
Once, his sister straddled - for cock never exited by that stage of the night - Rhaenar brought her to the throne room. There he laid Rhaenyra on the ground and, inch by six inches, he thrust their way through.
Rhaenyra complained not when they reached the stairs, where hard edges would bruise her back for weeks to come.
Each pump made her want the next, and together they climbed until they sat the throne.
There she saddled and rode until when they both finished again; when the first crack of thunder shattered sky.
It was not until deep into the storm that it finally left their system.
Rain hammered the balcony. Silk curtains hurled and wavered. Lightning flashed black cloud.
Rhaenar woke as the bigger spoon, sibling pressed against him.
For a moment he simply enjoyed the steady breathing and the soft way she settled against him.
Such an angel. How terrible it would be to awake such a creature. He kissed the back of her head and whispered, "I love you."
"Mmm."
Rhaenyra stirred, rolling half-asleep, found his side and pulled him close.
Then she kissed that chin. "I know," she murmured, surfacing from dream.
Rhaenyra lay on his chest and listened to their heartbeats. Hand tracing along his body, the lines on his stomach, the firm set of hips. Then desire woke her fully.
And she was stroking his cock once again
"Rhaenar?"
He moaned in reply.
"Let's get married."
"Yeah?" Rhaenar said. She could feel his cock immediately swell at the idea.
"Yes," She climbed on top and took his rod deep. "Let's get married and have a big wedding," she said. They both shuddered.
"You'll look so good," Rhaenar groaned, "Imagine the dress. Picture perfect."
"You'll tear it off," she rode harder.
Rhaenar panted, "We'll need guards… Oh fuck! We'll need guards, so that I don't tear it off sooner!"
"Not just for you," she said, "Think of the guests."
"Guests?" Rhaenar scooped at her ass to take control of the rhythm, but Rhaenyra wrenched them aside. This was her ride.
"Yes. Lots and lots!"
"Guests…" Rhaenar relented, "Yes, as many as you want."
"And singers," she said
"Yes,"
"And dancing."
"Mmm!"
"And food and drink and-"
"OHHH!"
Rhaenar shot his seed through her for what felt like the thousandth time. And let it be a thousand more; one could never taste enough of the sublime.
Rhaenyra nuzzled in close, satisfied with the noise she could elicit from her brother once again.
"And, of course, a Crown."
"What?"
Rhaenar's eyes widened, incredulous. "What did you say?"
Rhaenyra blushed, feeling foolish. "Well, naturally, if I'm to be Queen, I'll need a Crown."
She had long dreamed of the Crown Rhaenar would present on their wedding day.
Ever one for flair and theatrics, he would spare no expense.
No jewels shone as brightly as those she imagined, no weave of gold and silver.
"You want to be Queen?" Rhaenar asked, puzzled.
"I want to be your Queen," she said softly, curling a finger through the hair on his chest, "rule the Seven Kingdoms… together forever."
Rhaenar recoiled at the words; those of a distant awakening.
He leaped from the bed, mind scattered. "Is that what this was all about? Becoming Queen?"
Disgusted, he began putting on his boots.
Rhaenyra's heart sank. "What are you doing?"
"What does it look like?" Rhaenar said. "I can't believe this. You're just like the rest of them. Using me for your agenda. Why can't you all just leave me alone?"
"Agenda?" Rhaenyra rose from the bed, frightened. She had never seen her brother so broken, so consumed with betrayal. "What do you mean? I would never—"
"Shut your mouth," Rhaenar said darkly, "I bet Father put you up to this. Bring him back, no matter the cost!"
"No," tears welled in her eyes. "I was the one who—"
"I should have known better," Rhaenar cursed. "No. I always knew. You, and everyone, and everything just want to trap me in your bullshit. Fuck you. Fuck this!"
He slammed the door so hard she feared what the castle might think.
Then she remembered everyone had been ordered to leave. Loneliness sank in.
"Rhaenar," she cried. "Rhaenar!"
She knew where to find him.The largest roof of the keep, where a Targaryen might flee rather than the underground bay.
Wind howled, rain pelting wildly. When lightning cracked, she saw the gold shadow of Sundance outside, there for his friend as always.
Rhaenar was fastening the last of his armor when she arrived.
He made for the exit.
"Wait!"
This made Rhaenar turn. She wept at the manner he regarded her face with a look of such tenderness in that glimpse of a moment.
Then she remembered what her Father told her. Aegon's dream, the duty passed down.
"You don't… understand… Cold winds… A song of Ice and Fire…"
The next crack of lightning revealed a face so neutral, so unrecognizable, that Rhaenyra scant recognized her brother at all.
"I understand you will spout prophesy, quote premise, or profess love like the rest of them. I thought being one of flesh made you like.." Rhaenar choked up, "No, only one person loved me in this world, and she is dead. Goodbye, Rhaenyra."
"Stop! Don't leave me!"
This made Rhaenar pause at the doorway. One more step and he would vanish into the tempest.
She watched his back, the one she had chased her whole life.
Then he turned with a final plea of one who is borne against fate:
"Come with me, Rhaenyra. Take our dragons and leave this all behind. We'll bring Alicent. Wouldn't she love that that? We could travel the world, eat nothing but cake. Fly to the Summer Islands and spend our days in the shine. Where the only thing that matters is our love, with no one to tell us what to do."
That slender, outstretched hand… How desperately she wanted to take it.
Rhaenyra could see it all: bright sand, dancing shores, a sun everlasting in both heart and sky~
She almost reached for it until another CRACK of lightning.
Then for the first time she feared him. To touch that hand would bring not the warmth she had always known — but the cold grip of death.
All Rhaenyra could think was of a Wind riding South. Of her Father. The Red Keep and a Past she longed to hold. A future she always dreamed.
In a choice that would set the course of countless "what ifs" for many future scholar, she said
"I can't."
Rhaenar scoffed. "Who's leaving who, then?" And stepped into the night.
Rhaenyra sank to her knees, clutching her heart.
Sundance roared as they took to Dark, leaving her behind once more.