The tale of Ice and Fire

Chapter Twelve

Dragonstone, 283 AC

Only two weeks after Lyanna's wedding, Iclyn and Rhaegar were already back to Dragonstone.

They had to leave a few days after the ceremony since there had been some problems with the dragons.

Ēbrion and Sōna hadn't taken well being left alone on the island without either of their caretakers, even though Aiana was there with them. The two younglings had begun to steal ewes and other small farm animals from the inhabitants of the island and snapping at the servants who got too close to them.

Aiana had written asking the royal couple to come home soon, and the prince and princess had sailed only a day after the missive's arrival.

“Mama!” the younglings had hissed contently when they saw the northerner.

“My hatchlings” Iclyn said, caressing the cooled scales on the dragons bodies. “I've missed you, my babies.” he continued hissing to them. The two dragons kept gently bumping their heads on their mother's body in greeting and affection.

Ēbrion began to sniff the princess. “Mama, we missed you so much. No one smells like mama!” he hissed, carefully headbutting his mother's arm to get more pets.

Sōna got closer too, she had missed her mama a lot. She deserves some pets too! “Mama, you smell sweeter.” she hissed contently.

“My sister had me eating a lot of lemon cakes, honey. I might as well be a lemon cake myself!”. Iclyn joked, giving all his attention to his hatchlings.

“Mama, we have guarded the little egg carefully. The little dragon is safe. Can we hatch him?” Sōna asked, after a few moments of silence. Iclyn could hear in the dragon's voice, all her impatience to meet the new hatchling.

“Of course we can, honey. Let's find Rhaegar and hatch your little sibling.” Iclyn rose from his seat and went to find his husband, followed by the two dragons.

They waited until all Rhaegar's appointments were done, to enter the study. Iclyn knew that Rhaegar was always free for him, but he also knew how much his husband wanted to be a fair ruler, one that would always listen to his people's troubles. The northerner didn't mind to wait a little, even though the constant bickering between the two hatchlings, about who would be the favourite sibling, was really getting on his nerves.

“Hello my queen.” The prince greeted him, raising from his seat and circling his arms around Iclyn's waist. He passionately kissed his wife's lips and felt reinvigorated, like a man in the desert who finally had found an oasis.

“I've missed you.” the prince continued, when their lips parted to breath.

Iclyn chuckled “You've seen me barely a few hours ago!”

“Too fucking much.” the prince whispered, before claiming his wife's lips back.

The northerner walked backwards, while the prince was gently pushing him. His lower back collided with the prince's mahogany desk, Iclyn let out a small gasp, unlocking momentarily their lips, while still keeping their eyes locked together. Iclyn breathed heavily for a few moments before both of them dashed forward and kissed passionately.
Rhaegar gently raised his wife on the desk, the northerner sat there, kissing his loving husband's neck. “Take me right here.” Iclyn sensually whispered in his husband's ear.

Rhaegar moaned loudly, before taking his wife's lips once more. His hands roamed on the northerner's body, until they reached the hem of his dress. Frantically he raised the soft fabric, while Iclyn tried to undo his husband's pants.