In the high table, as they were dining and chatting, and the great hall was busy with noise from all the people feasting and talking, Aerion stood from his seat, raised his cup, and motioned for everybody to join in a toast.
"Let's toast to my grandson and granddaughters' long lives and happiness," Aerion loudly said in the great hall. Everybody soon became quiet.
"Wæs hail!" Aerion said as he saw everybody raising their cups and mugs.
"Leofue hlaford wæs hail!!!" The guards cheered loudly, clinking their mugs on the table.
"Wæs hail!" followed from everyone, thundering through the hall.
"Be thou hale!!!" Others cheered with different words.
"Wæs hail, my loves," Visenya said, smiling at the three.
"Thank you, everyone! Drinkhail!!" Rhaegon returned the toast with a smile, along with his sisters.
"Happy marriage, nephew, nieces!" Rhaenys followed.
"May your relationship be everlasting," Valaena wished for her grandkids.
"Congratulations, sisters, my love," Evelyn and her sisters cheered for them. "Wassail!"
"May your bond be filled with happiness," Argella said with a smile. "Wassail!"
"May your strength in bed never failing you, nephew!" Orys smiled as he cheered for them and then laughed. "Wæs hail!" toasted drinking in one gulp his chalice with wine.
Aerion followed after him, laughing happily, and Aegon joined in too. All the girls blushed but were smiling.
Visenya and Rhaenys exchanged subtle glances. With a smirk, Rhaenys whispered softly to her sister, "He will shake your world, sister. I'm still tingling down there, and my legs are still shaking." Visenya's mouth formed an 'O' in surprise at her sister's declaration, and she shot Rhaenys an envious and dangerous glare. "You jumped the line, bitch," she hissed. Rhaenys shrugged innocently, a blush creeping onto her cheeks.
Meanwhile, their mother, Valaena, rolled her eyes at the toast but also blushed, hearing the bold declarations of her younger daughter having slept with her grandson as she sat beside her two daughters. She wasn't angry with Rhaenys or surprised that they both desired her grandson; after all, she was the one who had helped them both with Aegon's problems when they came asking for help with her son's difficulties. Valaena was even considering the words of her younger daughter as she looked at her grandson with different eyes, as if observing a potential young dragon to mate with. Her husband wasn't like he was in his younger days, his strength waning a lot, and his attention was divided between her and his other mistresses, something which made her resentful and mad.
"Rhaegon! Sing something for us, boy! I'm tired of these same boring songs from these bards," Aerion said loudly as an older, big-titted, black-haired, and blue-eyed woman, around her late forties, served him a drink in his chalice. Rhaegon could see how the woman was blushing as she arched forward to serve her lord, and with that, her big milkers dangled in front of him. The blush on her face wasn't a surprise because, as he looked at his grandfather's arm, he could see how his hand was groping the ass of the servant.
He looked at his grandmother, but she acted as if nothing was happening. He looked at his uncle Orys and couldn't help but notice a small movement on his lips. The woman was his mother, and he could see a little tilt in Orys' eyebrows, but otherwise, he acted as if nothing was happening. He had seen the woman a few times and asked about her. She only served Aerion or Valaena and no one else. By what his mother told him, she was a handmaid of her mother since they were young, and his father took a liking to her, making her his mistress. Rhaegon could see that she surely was pretty in her younger days, but old age was showing on her. Still, his grandma was a lot more beautiful by far than her, even at their current age.
Rhaegon sighed and said, "Alright, Grandpa, but I need a lute to accompany the song."
"You!" Aerion barked to one of the guards. "Bring my grandson whatever he needs."
Aerion was in a cheerful mood this night as he drank his just-refilled cup completely and spanked the ass of the big-titted MILF, asking her to serve him again.
Rhaegon had a wry smile, seeing him so uninhibited like that. He saw a Robert Baratheon in him, and that was when he thought maybe the Baratheon line gets their way from Aerion. He could see Orys being similar but suppressed while being among the dragons, given his nature as a bastard.
Soon, the guard brought a lute from one of the entertainers in the hall. "My lord, your instrument."
"Thank you," he said simply as he grabbed it and started fiddling with the chords.
"Alright, I have one perfect for the moment," Rhaegon laughed as he looked at his family, who were also looking back at him expectantly.
"Meggett was a merry maid,~~" Rhaegon started with a smile.
"A merry maid was she~~. Rusty tankards raised up high~~."
He could see Aerion pause in shock upon hearing his grandson singing, before bursting into laughter. Valaena, instead, thought of something as she looked at her handmaid Brianne beside them. He could see the girl blushing red, hearing her grandson singing, which made her chuckle.
"As honey ale flowed free~~."
Rhaenys had a small smile on her lips while Visenya rolled her eyes.
"Drunken sailors blind with lust."
"Hands down her silken frock."
"Too pissed to tell a merry maid,"
"From Meggett's big fat cock~~!"
Vaenya and Rhaenya laughed as he finished, while the rest of the girls giggled with a blush. Argella was blushing as she laughed softly.
Orys laughed heartily, as did Aegon, but the latter was more restrained.
"Alright, sing something more according to the occasion and not those brothel songs, my love," Visenya chided her son, trying to maintain a serious face as a smile crept onto her lips. She knew the nature of the song he sang, just as she knew what was on his mind. However, those thoughts seemed so distant to her that she couldn't even associate them with their present, even if she was aware of them.
"Fine, fine," Rhaegon said, smirking as he looked at everyone.
"I will sing this one for every one of my beloved, my lovely ladies," Rhaegon said as he looked at his two sister-wives, Vaenya and Rhaenya, and his fiancées, Evelyn, Cassandra, Seraphina, Lyanna, and Argella.
Those words quickly captured the attention of the girls, his mother Visenya, his aunt Rhaenys, his grandmother Valaena, and every other woman in the great hall.
Rhaegon lifted the lute to his chest and then, with a smile curved like sin, he began:
"Sweet and pretty lady…"
Vaenya's breath stopped. That's for me. It has to be for me. Her thighs squeezed instinctively under the table, the silken fabric between her legs growing damp in seconds. She wanted to take her brother and leave for their bedroom to at last feel him inside her.
"For God's sake do not think
That anyone has power
Over me except you alone."
Gods, Rhaenya thought, nearly swooning. He sings like a man in love—and he looks like he means every word. Her pulse fluttered in her throat. She felt her whole body reacting, her moistening slit tightening as if anticipating the touch he would give her later in their bed.
"For always without trickery
My dear
I have humbly
All the days of my life
Served you…"
Lyanna's breath hitched, hearing her beloved. She clenched her thighs together, lips parted, barely breathing.
"Without any base thought."
Evelyn bit her lip. Liar, she thought, you're full of base thoughts—and I want every one of them. Her chest rose and fell, skin flushing under the hall's torchlight. The heat between her legs was unbearable, she wanted to mount her man until she fell asleep from tiredness.
"Alas! I am without
Hope and help;
So my joy is ended
Unless pity seizes you."
Argella swallowed hard. He sings like a man undone. Is this what he wants us to feel? To break for him? Her heart ached with raw lust and tenderness. She didn't know whether to weep or drag him into a dark corridor and ride him.
"Sweet and pretty lady…"
Seraphina gripped her skirt. He knows what he's doing. Gods, he does. That's not a song—it's a mating call. Her mouth was dry, her arousal soaking through her smallclothes. I'd rip this dress off if he asked me to.
"But your sweet rule
Rules
My heart so harshly
That it fights with my heart
And binds
It so in love…"
Cassandra blinked, dazed because her heart already belong to him. Her hand slid subtly into her lap. No man has ever sung like this. No man ever will again.
"That my heart desires nothing
Other than being under your power;
And yet your heart gives it
No relief."
Rhaenys shifted in her seat, her thighs sticky with arousal. Does he know what he's doing to us? To me?. She wanted to have another intimate moment with her nephew and man, her body was no longer hers as it throbbed for him.
"Sweet and pretty lady…"
Visenya closed her eyes. My son… my dragon… Her pulse was erratic, her womanhood pulsing with unbearable need. How can he sing like this and not know what he does to me? Or does he? She wanted to bury her face in his neck and whisper her surrender.
"And since my illness
Will be
Cured in no way
Without you, sweet enemy,
Who are happy
At my troubles…"
Valaena exhaled slowly, her lips parted, and her slit was moist in desire. So this is what it's like to feel young again. To want again. Her husband's weak body in bed, which couldn't satisfy her needs faded from memory. All she could see now was her grandson, divine, dangerous, desirable. Her eyes brightened as her thoughts became more firm in what she would do. She would have her young dragon ravage her.
"With joined hands I beg
Your heart, since it forgets me,
To kill me quickly,
For I have languished too long."
Brianne, the handmaid, trembled where she stood. The wine jug nearly slipped from her hands. He sings like he's dying of love. And I… I would die to be loved like that. She was soaked through as her juices ran through her thighs.
"Sweet and pretty lady,
For God's sake do not think
That anyone has power
Over me except you alone."
As the last note fell like silk across the silent hall, there was no applause. No movement. Just a heavy, trembling stillness. Every woman, young or old, noble or servant, was drowning in his voice, slick with desire, legs clenched, breath shallow.
Rhaegon smiled.
He didn't need their words.
He could already smell their longing.