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Rhaenyra Targaryen lounged languidly on her massive four-poster bed in the royal chambers of Dragonstone, her silver-gold hair cascading over the plush crimson pillows. The flickering firelight cast dancing shadows across her porcelain skin, accentuating the slight curve of her hips beneath her thin silk nightgown. A dull ache throbbed in her side where she'd taken a blow, but the pain was quickly fading from her mind as her eyes locked onto the two figures.
Laena Velaryon slinked forward, her lithe body swaying hypnotically with each step. Her violet eyes smoldered with desire as she gazed at Rhaenyra, a coy smile playing at the corners of her full lips. Beside her strode Aenar Targaryen, his chiseled muscles rippling beneath his partially open shirt.
"Well well, dear cousin," Laena purred, reaching the edge of the bed and trailing her fingers teasingly along Rhaenyra's calf. "It seems we have you all to ourselves tonight."
Rhaenyra's breath caught in her throat as Laena's touch sent shivers of electricity coursing through her body. She glanced between her two companions, pulse quickening at the raw lust evident in their expressions.
"The three of us have never been together before," Laena continued, her voice a sensual caress. "Don't you think it's high time we remedied that situation?"
Aenar growled low in his throat, moving to Rhaenyra's other side and leaning down to nuzzle against her neck. His hot breath fanned across her skin as he murmured, "Gods, I've wanted this for so long."
Rhaenyra gasped as Aenar's teeth grazed her pulse point, her mind swimming with conflicting emotions. Part of her screamed to give in to the delicious temptation before her, while another voice urged caution.
"I... I'm not sure the Maester would approve," she managed to stammer, wincing slightly as she shifted position. "My injury from earlier..."
Laena's melodious laugh filled the chamber as she crawled onto the bed, her ample breasts straining against the confines of her low-cut gown. "Oh, sweet Rhaenyra," she cooed, "we'll be extra gentle with you. You won't have to lift a finger."
As if to demonstrate her point, Laena's nimble fingers began unlacing Rhaenyra's nightgown with agonizing slowness. Aenar, meanwhile, had progressed to peppering Rhaenyra's neck and collarbone with feather-light kisses interspersed with playful nips.
"Fuck," Rhaenyra groaned, her resolve crumbling rapidly under their ministrations. She arched her back, pressing herself more firmly against Aenar's questing mouth.
Encouraged by her reaction, Aenar slid one large hand up to cup Rhaenyra's breast through the thin fabric of her gown. His thumb brushed teasingly over her hardening nipple, eliciting a breathy moan from the princess.
"That's it, cousin," Laena whispered huskily. "Just relax and let us take care of you."
With practiced ease, Laena and Aenar worked in tandem to divest Rhaenyra of her nightgown, leaving her gloriously bare before their hungry gazes. Rhaenyra felt a flush creep across her cheeks and chest under their scrutiny, but the heat of arousal coursing through her veins quickly overwhelmed any lingering self-consciousness.
Aenar straightened, his hands moving to the fastenings of his breeches. Rhaenyra's eyes widened as he freed his impressive manhood, the thick shaft already standing proudly at attention. It wasn't the first time she'd seen him naked, but the sight never failed to leave her breathless with anticipation.
"Seven hells," Rhaenyra breathed, her tongue darting out to wet her suddenly dry lips. "You're magnificent, Aenar."
A cocky grin spread across Aenar's face as he positioned himself near the head of the bed. "Why don't you show me just how much you appreciate it, princess?" he suggested, his voice rough with desire.
Needing no further invitation, Rhaenyra propped herself up on her elbows and leaned forward, wrapping one hand around the base of Aenar's thick cock. She marveled at the contrast between the velvety soft skin and the steel-hard arousal beneath as she slowly pumped her fist along his length.
Aenar hissed in pleasure, his fingers tangling in Rhaenyra's silken tresses. "That's it," he groaned. "Take me in that pretty little mouth of yours."
Rhaenyra parted her lips, her tongue darting out to swirl around the swollen head of Aenar's cock. The salty-sweet taste of his precome exploded in her mouth, drawing a moan from deep in her throat. She gradually took more of him into her mouth, hollowing her cheeks as she sucked with increasing fervor.
While Rhaenyra lavished attention on Aenar's impressive member, Laena had been far from idle. She'd shed her own clothing, revealing her lush curves and flawless skin. Now, she positioned herself between Rhaenyra's spread thighs, inhaling deeply of the princess's musky arousal.
"Mmm, you smell divine, my dear," Laena purred, her hot breath ghosting over Rhaenyra's sensitive flesh. "I think it's time I had a little feast of my own."
Without further preamble, Laena dipped her head and ran her tongue along the length of Rhaenyra's dripping slit. The princess jerked at the sudden contact, a muffled cry of pleasure escaping around Aenar's cock in her mouth. Laena chuckled, the vibrations sending jolts of pleasure straight to Rhaenyra's core.
"Fuck, that's hot," Aenar growled, his grip tightening in Rhaenyra's hair as he watched Laena's head bob between the princess's thighs. "You two look so fucking good together."
Laena hummed in agreement, redoubling her efforts as she alternated between broad, flat strokes of her tongue and quick flicks against Rhaenyra's swollen clit. She brought one hand up to tease at Rhaenyra's entrance, gathering the abundant moisture there before slowly sliding two fingers inside.
Rhaenyra whimpered around Aenar's cock, her hips bucking involuntarily against Laena's talented mouth. The dual sensations of Aenar's thick shaft stretching her lips and Laena's wicked tongue on her most sensitive areas were quickly overwhelming her senses.
Aenar began to move his hips in shallow thrusts, fucking Rhaenyra's mouth with increasing urgency. "That's it, Rhaenyra," he panted. "Take it all. Gods, your mouth feels amazing."
Rhaenyra relaxed her throat, taking Aenar deeper with each thrust. Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes as she struggled to suppress her gag reflex, but the guttural moans of pleasure coming from Aenar spurred her on. She hollowed her cheeks, sucking hard as he withdrew only to plunge back in moments later.
Meanwhile, Laena had found a rhythm that had Rhaenyra teetering on the edge of ecstasy. Her clever fingers pumped in and out of the princess's dripping cunt while her tongue danced over her clit with practiced skill. Rhaenyra's thighs began to tremble, her muscles clenching as her orgasm built to a fever pitch.
"Are you close, sweet girl?" Laena murmured, her lips brushing against Rhaenyra's sensitive flesh as she spoke. "Come for us. Let us hear those beautiful sounds."
As if Laena's words had broken some invisible dam, Rhaenyra's climax crashed over her with the force of a tidal wave. She tore her mouth away from Aenar's cock, throwing her head back as a keening wail of ecstasy tore from her throat. Her body convulsed, inner walls clamping down on Laena's fingers as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Rhaenyra chanted, her voice hoarse and breathless as aftershocks wracked her frame. "Oh gods, don't stop, please don't stop."
Laena continued her ministrations, drawing out Rhaenyra's pleasure until the princess was a quivering, oversensitive mess. Only then did she withdraw her fingers, bringing them to her mouth to suck them clean with a look of pure satisfaction.
"Delicious," Laena declared, licking her lips. "But I do believe it's time we gave our dear Aenar some attention, don't you think?"
Aenar's cock twitched at Laena's words, a bead of precome glistening at the tip. "Seven hells, yes," he growled. "I need to be inside one of you right fucking now."
Laena crawled up the bed, her movements sinuous and predatory. She captured Rhaenyra's lips in a searing kiss, allowing the princess to taste herself on Laena's tongue. When they finally broke apart, both women were panting heavily.
"What do you say, Rhaenyra?" Laena breathed. "Shall we give our gallant prince what he wants?"
A wicked grin spread across Rhaenyra's flushed face. "Oh yes," she purred. "I think he's more than earned it."
Rhaenyra rolled onto her hands and knees, presenting her shapely ass to Aenar. She looked over her shoulder, eyes heavy-lidded with renewed desire.
"Well, cousin?" she challenged. "Are you going to fuck me or not?"
Aenar didn't need to be told twice. He positioned himself behind Rhaenyra, gripping her hips firmly as he lined up his throbbing cock with her glistening entrance. He buried himself to the hilt, drawing matching cries of pleasure from both of them.
"Fucking hells," Aenar groaned, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of Rhaenyra's hips. "You're so tight, princess. So wet for me."
Rhaenyra pushed back against him, silently urging him to move. Aenar obliged, setting a punishing pace as he pounded into her willing body. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the chamber, punctuated by their breathless moans and gasps.
Not content to be left out, Laena positioned herself in front of Rhaenyra, spreading her legs to reveal her own glistening sex. "Put that clever tongue of yours to work, dear," she commanded softly.
Rhaenyra eagerly complied, burying her face between Laena's thighs and lapping at her dripping folds with enthusiasm. Laena threw her head back, a throaty moan escaping her lips as she tangled her fingers in Rhaenyra's hair.
The three moved together in a frenzied dance of lust and pleasure, each driving the others higher and higher. Aenar's thrusts grew more erratic as he neared his peak, his grip on Rhaenyra's hips sure to leave bruises come morning.
"Fuck, I'm close," he grunted, his muscles tensing as he fought to hold back his release. "Where do you want it, princess?"
Rhaenyra lifted her head from Laena's pussy just long enough to gasp out, "Inside me. Fill me up, Aenar. I want to feel you come."
With a roar of triumph, Aenar slammed home one final time, his cock pulsing as he emptied himself deep inside Rhaenyra's clenching channel. The feeling of his hot seed flooding her core was enough to trigger Rhaenyra's second orgasm of the night, her cries of ecstasy muffled against Laena's slick folds.
Laena wasn't far behind, her back arching as she ground herself against Rhaenyra's face. "Yes, yes, right there," she keened. "Oh fuck, I'm coming!"
For several long moments, the only sounds in the room were their ragged breaths as they came down from their respective highs.
Aenar's chest heaved as he caught his breath, his muscular body glistening with sweat in the dim firelight of the bedchamber. He looked down at Rhaenyra, her silver-gold hair fanned out on the pillows and her pale thighs still parted invitingly. His seed leaked from her well-used cunt, dripping onto the Myrish silk sheets.
"Mmmm," Rhaenyra purred languidly, stretching like a satisfied cat. "That was...invigorating, cousin." Her violet eyes sparkled with mischief as she gazed up at him.
Laena looked at Aenar's cock hungrily. "Indeed it was," she agreed in a husky voice. "Though we're not finished yet."
Aenar's cock twitched at her words, still impressively erect despite having just spilled inside Rhaenyra moments ago. The Targaryen bloodline was known for its vigor, and he was no exception. His purple eyes raked over Laena's lush form as she shifted to kneel before him at the edge of the bed.
"Seven hells," he breathed, drinking in the sight of her. Laena was a vision of Valyrian beauty - all curves and creamy skin, with flowing silver-gold hair tumbling over her shoulders. Her large, pillowy breasts swayed enticingly as she moved, topped with rosy nipples still puckered from arousal.
Laena's gaze was fixed hungrily on Aenar's impressive manhood. "By the gods," she murmured reverently. "Even after taking Rhaenyra, you're still as hard as Valyrian steel." She licked her plump lips. "May I taste you, my prince?"
Aenar's cock jerked in response, a bead of pre-cum forming at the tip. "I don't think I can ever say no to that," he growled.
With a coy smile, Laena leaned in and dragged her tongue along the underside of his shaft, from his heavy balls all the way to the sensitive head. Aenar shuddered at the sensation, his fingers tangling in her silky hair.
"Mmm," Laena hummed appreciatively. "You taste divine - Rhaenyra's sweetness mixed with your own essence." She swirled her tongue around the swollen crown of his cock. "What a magnificent specimen you are."
"Why don't you show me just how much you appreciate it?" he suggested huskily, his hips rocking forward slightly.
Laena needed no further encouragement. With a moan of desire, she parted her lips and took the head of his cock into her hot, wet mouth. Aenar groaned at the exquisite sensation as she began to suck him in earnest, her cheeks hollowing as she applied delicious suction.
"Fuck, that's good," he panted, his fingers tightening in her hair. "Take more of it, sweet Laena. I know you can."
She whimpered around his girth but obediently began to take him deeper, relaxing her throat to accommodate his impressive length. Inch by inch she swallowed him down until her nose was nestled in the black curls at the base of his cock.
"Seven hells," Aenar swore, his head falling back in ecstasy. "Your mouth is heaven itself."
Rhaenyra watched with rapt attention, her own hand drifting between her legs to stroke her still-sensitive pearl. "She has quite the talented tongue, doesn't she?" she remarked breathily. "I can attest to that personally."
Laena hummed in agreement, the vibrations sending sparks of pleasure up Aenar's spine. She began to bob her head, taking him deep with each downward stroke. Her tongue swirled and danced along his shaft as she sucked him with single-minded focus.
Aenar's hips began to rock forward of their own accord, seeking more of that delicious wet heat. "Gods, yes," he groaned. "Just like that. Take my cock, Laena."
She moaned encouragingly around his girth, her hands coming up to cup and massage his heavy balls. The combination of sensations was driving Aenar wild with lust. His thrusts became more forceful, fucking into the welcoming depths of her throat.
Laena gagged slightly but didn't pull away, her eyes watering as she looked up at him with pure devotion. The sight of her stretched lips wrapped around his thick shaft, her face flushed with desire, nearly undid him then and there.
"Fuck," Aenar growled, his muscles tensing as he fought against his rising climax. "Your mouth was made for my cock, wasn't it?"
Laena nodded as best she could with her mouth so full, whimpering in agreement. Her fingers dug into his muscular thighs as she took him deeper, swallowing around his length.
Rhaenyra shifted on the bed, moving to kneel beside Laena. Her delicate hand joined Laena's on Aenar's balls, gently scratching her nails over the sensitive skin. "Don't hold back, cousin," she purred. "Give her what she craves. Fill that pretty mouth with your royal seed."
Aenar groaned at her words, his control slipping. His hips snapped forward more forcefully, driving his cock into Laena's willing throat. She took it beautifully, relaxing to accept every thick inch.
"Fuck, I'm close," he panted, his muscles coiling tight. "Get ready, sweet Laena. I'm going to paint that throat white."
Laena moaned eagerly, redoubling her efforts. Her head bobbed faster, cheeks hollowing as she sucked him with desperate hunger. Rhaenyra leaned in to lap at his balls, her wicked tongue joining the assault on his senses.
It was too much for Aenar to withstand. With a roar of pleasure, he buried himself to the hilt in Laena's throat and exploded. Thick ropes of cum pulsed from his twitching cock, flooding her mouth and sliding down her gullet.
Laena's eyes rolled back in bliss as she swallowed greedily, savoring every drop of his royal seed. She nursed at his pulsing member until he was spent, licking him clean with reverent care.
When she finally released him with a wet pop, Aenar stumbled back on shaky legs. His spent cock hung heavy between his thighs, finally beginning to soften.
He panted, collapsing onto a nearby chaise. "That was...incredible."
Laena beamed at him, licking her lips to catch any stray droplets of his essence. "The pleasure was all mine, my prince," she purred. "Truly, you are blessed by the dragon gods."
Prince Aenar's eyes gleamed with satisfaction as he watched Laena savor the fruits of their passionate encounter. Her throat bobbed delicately as she swallowed, a soft hum of pleasure escaping her lips.
"Mmm... delicious," Laena purred, her voice husky with desire. "Your royal seed is truly fit for a queen, my prince."
Aenar smirked, his chest heaving slightly as he caught his breath. "And you, my dear Laena, have a mouth fit for a king."
Laena's eyes sparkled mischievously as she gracefully rose and sauntered over to where Princess Rhaenyra lay sprawled on her opulent bed. The princess's silver-gold hair fanned out across the silken pillows, her violet eyes heavy-lidded with lust.
"Come here, you naughty thing," Rhaenyra growled playfully, reaching out to pull Laena down onto the bed.
Laena giggled as she allowed herself to be drawn into Rhaenyra's embrace. Their lips met in a fierce kiss, tongues dancing as hands roamed over curves and planes. Laena shifted, positioning herself atop the princess, her back arched enticingly.
Aenar's breath caught in his throat as he beheld the sight before him. Laena's ass, perfectly round and smooth as polished marble, was presented to him like an offering to the gods. He approached the bed, his hands itching to touch.
"By the Seven," he breathed, "you are a work of art, Laena."
Laena broke away from Rhaenyra's lips long enough to cast a coy glance over her shoulder. "Why don't you come closer and appreciate it properly, my prince?"
Aenar needed no further invitation. He leaned down, pressing his lips to the soft flesh of Laena's ass. He trailed kisses along the curve, relishing the warmth of her skin and the way she shivered beneath his touch.
*SMACK!*
The sharp sound of his hand connecting with Laena's flesh echoed through the chamber. Laena gasped, her body jerking slightly at the unexpected sensation.
"Ooh!" she moaned, the sound muffled against Rhaenyra's lips.
Aenar grinned, admiring the pink handprint blooming on Laena's pale skin. He brought his hand down again, harder this time.
*SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!*
Each strike sent ripples through Laena's flesh and drew increasingly loud moans from her throat. Rhaenyra broke their kiss to watch, her eyes dark with arousal.
"Look at you," Rhaenyra purred, running her fingers through Laena's hair. "Such a greedy little slut, aren't you? Begging for my cousin's attention while you kiss me."
Laena whimpered, her hips shifting restlessly. "Please," she gasped, "more!"
Aenar was happy to oblige. He alternated between gentle caresses and sharp slaps, watching with fascination as Laena's skin turned a deeper shade of red with each strike. The room filled with the sounds of flesh on flesh and Laena's increasingly desperate moans.
When Aenar finally paused, Laena's ass was a vibrant crimson, hot to the touch and exquisitely sensitive. He ran his hands over the reddened flesh, eliciting a shudder from Laena.
"Beautiful," he murmured, leaning down to place a gentle kiss on each cheek. "You take your punishment so well, my dear."
Laena's response was a breathy moan as she pushed back against his touch, silently begging for more. Aenar chuckled, his hand sliding lower, fingers ghosting over her dripping folds.
"So wet already," he observed, his voice low and husky. "Tell me, Laena, what do you want?"
Laena lifted her head, her eyes meeting Aenar's. Her face was flushed, lips swollen from Rhaenyra's kisses. "I want you inside me, my prince," she pleaded. "Please, fuck me."
Aenar's cock twitched at her words, hardening further. He positioned himself behind her, the head of his impressive nine-inch member brushing against her slick entrance.
"One day," he said, his voice rough with desire, "I'm going to claim this tight ass of yours. Would you like that, Laena?"
Before she could respond, Aenar pressed a finger against her puckered hole, slowly working it inside. Laena's back arched sharply, a cry of surprise and pleasure tearing from her throat.
"Oh fuck!" she gasped, her body trembling. "Oh gods, yes!"
Rhaenyra, not content to be a mere spectator, slid her hands up to cup Laena's breasts. She kneaded the soft flesh before lowering her head to capture a nipple between her lips. Her tongue swirled around the hardened peak as she sucked, drawing another moan from Laena.
Aenar worked his finger deeper into Laena's ass, marveling at the tight heat. He could feel her muscles clenching around him, her body both resisting and welcoming the intrusion.
"So tight," he groaned. "You're going to feel amazing around my cock when I finally take you here."
With his free hand, Aenar guided his cock to Laena's dripping pussy. He rubbed the head along her slit, coating himself in her juices before slowly pushing inside.
"Fuuuuck," Laena moaned, her voice muffled against Rhaenyra's skin. "So big... oh gods, you're stretching me so much!"
Inch by glorious inch, Aenar sank into Laena's welcoming heat. He paused when he was fully seated, giving her a moment to adjust to his size. His finger remained buried in her ass, adding to the delicious feeling of fullness.
"Are you ready, my Laena?" Aenar asked, his voice strained with the effort of holding still.
Laena nodded frantically. "Yes, yes! Please, fuck me, my prince!"
Aenar didn't need to be told twice. He withdrew slowly, savoring the drag of Laena's tight walls around his cock, before slamming back in. The force of his thrust pushed Laena further onto Rhaenyra, who gasped at the sudden pressure against her own aching core.
"That's it," Rhaenyra encouraged, her fingers tangling in Laena's hair. "Take his cock like the good little whore you are."
Aenar set a punishing pace, his hips snapping forward with each thrust. The room filled with the obscene sounds of flesh slapping against flesh, mingling with the trio's moans and gasps of pleasure.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Laena chanted, her voice rising in pitch with each thrust. "Oh gods, it feels so good!"
Aenar's finger in her ass moved in tandem with his cock, doubling the sensation. Laena felt split open, filled to the brim with cock and pleasure. Her body trembled, teetering on the edge of orgasm.
"That's it, darling," Aenar growled, his free hand gripping Laena's hip hard enough to bruise. "Take it all. Show us how much you love being stuffed full of royal cock."
Rhaenyra, not content with her current level of participation, shifted beneath Laena. She spread her legs, positioning Laena's mouth right above her dripping cunt.
"Put that talented tongue to use, sweetling," Rhaenyra commanded, her voice husky with need.
Laena eagerly complied, diving into Rhaenyra's folds with enthusiasm. Her tongue lapped at the princess's clit, circling the sensitive nub before dipping lower to thrust inside her.
The chamber echoed with the sounds of their passion. Aenar's grunts of exertion, Rhaenyra's breathy moans, and Laena's muffled cries of pleasure created a symphony of lust.
"Oh fuck," Rhaenyra gasped, her hips rolling against Laena's face. "Just like that, don't stop!"
Aenar could feel Laena's pussy clenching tighter around him with each thrust. He knew she was close, her body trembling on the precipice of release. He increased his pace, pounding into her with renewed vigor.
"Come for me, Laena," he commanded, his voice rough with desire. "Let me feel you come around my cock."
As if his words were a trigger, Laena's body seized. Her back arched sharply, a scream of ecstasy muffled against Rhaenyra's cunt as her orgasm crashed over her. Her pussy clamped down on Aenar's cock, milking him as waves of pleasure washed through her.
The sight and feel of Laena's release pushed Rhaenyra over the edge as well. She cried out, her thighs clamping around Laena's head as she ground herself against the other woman's face, riding out her own climax.
Aenar gritted his teeth, fighting against the incredible tightness of Laena's clenching pussy. He managed a few more thrusts before succumbing to his own release. With a roar, he buried himself to the hilt inside Laena, his cock pulsing as he filled her with his seed.
For several long moments, the only sound in the room was their heavy breathing as they all came down from their respective highs. Slowly, carefully, Aenar withdrew from Laena, watching with satisfaction as a trickle of his cum leaked from her well-fucked pussy.
Laena collapsed onto Rhaenyra, both women panting and covered in a sheen of sweat. Aenar joined them on the bed, pulling Laena into his arms and pressing a kiss to her temple.
"You were magnificent, my Laena," he murmured, his hand stroking along her side.
Laena hummed contentedly, nestling closer to him. "As were you, my Aenar."
King's Landing
The morning sun cast long shadows across the streets of King's Landing as Maria walked through Flea Bottom, her red robes pristine despite the filth surrounding her. Children ran up to her, their small hands reaching out to touch the hem of her garments. Unlike the septons who wrinkled their noses at the poor, she embraced them, her warm smile never faltering.
"Lady Maria! Lady Maria!" a small girl called out, her face streaked with dirt. "My brother's cough is better! The tea you gave us worked!"
Maria knelt before the child, her movements graceful. "The Lord of Light's flames burn bright within you, little one. Keep the faith, and his warmth will always protect you."
She knew they were watching. The Holy Brothers had been following her for days, their hands never far from their newly granted swords. Seven of them, led by Brother Joseth, a man whose piety was matched only by his brutality.
"The Seven will not stand for this heresy much longer," one of them muttered, loud enough for nearby peasants to hear.
Maria continued her walk, stopping at various hovels to help the sick and hungry. She'd prepared for this day carefully, knowing the Holy Brothers would eventually make their move. Prince Aenar's warning had been clear: "They'll try to discredit you. Be ready."
As she reached the market square, she noticed more Holy Brothers joining the ones following her. Perfect. Everything was proceeding as she'd anticipated.
"Witch!" Brother Joseth's voice boomed across the square. "Your false miracles end today!"
Maria turned slowly, her face a mask of serenity. The square was crowded with common folk, merchants, and now fifteen Holy Brothers, all armed with swords.
"I see the Seven have blessed you with steel," she said calmly. "Tell me, Brother Joseth, how many hungry children have those swords fed?"
The crowd murmured. Many had benefited from Maria's healing and charity over the past months.
"Silence, witch! We know your tricks. Today, we'll expose your false miracles for what they are!" He gestured to his men, who brought forward a sickly man. "This poor soul claims you healed his fever last week. Yet here he stands, ill again. Your magic is as false as your god!"
Maria's lips curved into a knowing smile. "Ah, Brother Morris. How much did they pay you to pretend illness after I healed you?" Lady Maria's choker glowed red for a brief moment.
The sick man's eyes widened in shock.
"I don't know what you're talking about," he stammered, but the damage was done. His reaction had given him away.
Maria addressed the gathering crowd. "Good people of King's Landing, watch closely. The Holy Brothers, who claim to serve the Seven, resort to lies and deception. They pay a healthy man to pretend sickness, all to discredit one who serves the poor."
"She lies!" Brother Joseth shouted, but uncertainty had crept into his voice.
"If I lie," Maria continued, her voice carrying clearly, "then surely Brother Morris won't mind showing everyone the coin purse he received this morning. The one hidden in his left boot."
Brother Morris instinctively reached toward his boot, then caught himself. But it was too late.
A woman in the crowd pointed. "Look! He's reaching for it! She speaks truth!"
Brother Joseth drew his sword. "Enough of these accusations! This foreign witch threatens the very foundation of our faith! She must be—"
"Must be what, Brother?" Maria interrupted. "Silenced with that sword? Will you spill blood in this square to protect your lies?" She turned to the crowd. "I have healed your sick, fed your hungry, and asked nothing in return. These men, who claim to serve the Seven, bring only steel and threats."
An old man stepped forward. "She speaks true! My grandson would have died of fever if not for her!"
"And my wife's pain in childbirth!" another voice called out.
"She saved my boy from the flux!"
More voices joined in, sharing stories of Maria's help. The crowd grew larger, and angrier.
Brother Joseth's face reddened. "The Seven curse you all! She's bewitched you with her foreign sorcery!"
"The only sorcery here is the coin in your man's boot," Maria replied calmly. "Shall we check?"
Before Brother Morris could react, a street urchin darted forward and pulled off his boot. A heavy coin purse fell out, spilling silver stags across the cobblestones.
The crowd gasped.
"Seven save us," a woman whispered. "They tried to trick us!"
"False servants!"
"They mock the gods with their lies!"
The first stone flew from somewhere in the crowd, striking a Holy Brother in the shoulder. Then another, and another. The air filled with the people's fury as rocks and rotten vegetables rained down on the Holy Brothers.
"Back! Back!" Brother Joseth screamed, raising his sword defensively. "You'll all burn in the Seven Hells for this!"
"Better the Seven Hells than your false protection!" someone shouted back.
The Holy Brothers retreated, shields raised against the barrage. Brother Morris smiled at Lady Maria for a brief moment before following the Holy Brothers.
Maria watched them flee, her face betraying no emotion. Only when they were gone did she address the crowd again.
"The Lord of Light teaches us that darkness must be exposed to flame before truth can shine forth. Today, you have seen the truth. I ask you not to hate these men, for they are merely lost in their own darkness. Instead, let us pray for them."
She raised her hands, and hundreds followed suit. The square fell silent as her prayer echoed off the walls:
"Lord of Light, show mercy to those who walk in darkness. Guide them with your flame, for the night is dark and full of terrors."
"For the night is dark and full of terrors," the crowd echoed.
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