𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 | the conquerors

𝐢. when can I say no to you?

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"Wake up, my love." Visenya whispered, pushing back a silvery lock of hair from her wife's face as she spoke. "Rhaenys and Aegon are surely awaiting us."

It had been a full moons turn since Westeros had been joined as the Seven Kingdoms after giving into the attack of the four Targaryen's and their dragons. But other than Aegon, none of his sister wives had step foot in the newly named Kings Landing. But today would be the first as it was their coronation.

The day they would become the rulers of the country they had claimed with fire and blood for the past two years.

"They can't wait a little longer." Daena mumbled into the pillow as Visenya pressed kisses to her soft, place neck. "Besides, Nys is most likely going to miss breakfast to do her hair. It's why she looks so perfect all the time."

"Never as perfect as you."

"Be nice, 'Enya."

"Rhaenys would agree, my love." Visenya said with a little laugh, one reserved purely for her little wife. "Now come, I made sure the maids made those strawberry cakes you are so fond of."

"Will you do my hair?" Daena asked, turning over onto her back and opening those misty, violet eyes Visenya so adored. But at that, the wielder of dark sister made a face. "Please? The handmaiden who does it now tugs so much and it hurts my head."

At that, Visenya softened but when didn't she for her sweet Daena.

"Of course, jorrāeliarza." Visenya said with a smile smile, brushing some tendrils of silver hair from her wife's face. "When can I say no to you?" [ beloved ]

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"Rhaenys!" Daena exclaimed happily as she strode into the dining hall, Visenya hot on her trail as her silvery braids fell down her back and swished back and forth as she walked to take her place across from Rhaenys at Aegon's right hand. And yet, the King to be in question was no where to be found.

"Good morning, little love." Rhaenys said, a soft smile on her face as her wife sat opposite her before sending a teasing grin Visenya's way. "I trust Vis didn't keep you up all night?"

At that, Daena blushed deeply, her ivory skin turning pink as she heard Visenya chuckle beside her. Before Rhaenys and Visenya could continue to tease their little wife, Aegon finally arrived.

"Aegon doesn't our Daena look so very pretty today." Rhaenys stated, resting her head on her hand as she watched her wife blush ever more as was the goal. She adored when Daena blushed.

"Doesn't she always?" Aegon stated, pressing a kiss to Daena's forehead before taking his seat beside her. 

It was true, it was well known how very beautiful Daena the dreamer was and her husband and wives never shied away from making sure she knew it. With her stormy eyes, sincere sensuality, the softness of her skin and the silky smoothness of her voice akin to a brook... they adored her so very much.

"Stop." Daena said, desperately attempting to hide her blush from her partners but felt two strong arms gently pull her hands from her face.

"Oh don't hide from us, my love." Aegon said, his purple eyes boring into hers. "We'd like to see your beautiful face."

"You blossom under kindness, don't you?" Rhaenys said thoughtfully, watching her wife as she lay her hands in her lap. "Like a rose."

"She is a dragon." Visenya corrected, playing with the end of one of many messy braids she had woven into Daena's hair as she spoke. "Our dragon dreamer."

"Soon to be Queen." Rhaenys said, adoring the small blush on Daena's face at that.

"So will you, Aegon will be king and we will be Queens." Daena stated, brow furrowing. "That's what I predicted."

"Indeed." Aegon stated. "But as long as we are beside you, we have always been royalty."

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Daena slipped from the back of Shrykos, the swiftest of the Targaryen dragon's so it was no surprise she had arrived first. Smiling up at her dear dragon who growled fondly at her, Daena pulled her riding glove off with her teeth. She had landed on a large hill overlooking the city, just beside the bay and wondered if one day she would look over the bay an old woman, back broken by the weight of the crown.

Her musings were interrupted by a familiar voice.

"There's my favourite little prophet."

"Orys!" Daena exclaimed joyfully, leaping into the open arms of Orys Baratheon and he chuckled as he spun her around in the air briefly as one of his attendants held his horse.

Orys was the rumored half-brother of by Daena's father. Orys was one of Aegon's fiercest commanders, and was regarded as Aegon's only true friend and champion of his youth. Daena herself had followed Orys and Aegon around when she was much younger and later, after the early death of her parents when her siblings finally were able to marry their beloved sister, Orys was the one to give Daena away. After the conquering of Westeros, Aegon rewarded Orys with the lands and incomes of Storm's End and named him Lord Paramount of the Stormlands. None dared suggest that he was unworthy of these honors after it was revealed Daena herself had petitioned for it although did not have to work very hard.

Aegon never denied his wife her wishes.

"Or should I call you, my Queen, little Daena?" Orys jested, setting the silver haired girl down as she swotted his arm.

"You may have to if you continue to call me, little Daena." Daena exclaimed, a growl from Shrykos sounding at her words, the two ever in sync. But Orys knew it was an empty threat and merely laughed as a grin broke out on her own face.

"Now where are those siblings of yours?" Orys asked but, ever one to make an entrance, the roar of Balerion the Black Dread sounded above them as Meraxes swerved above them so as to create a wind that nearly knocked Orys on her feet while Daena grinned.

"I think they're here, Orys." Daena jested, not even turning to look at the Baratheon as she scampered down to where her lovers had landed with Orys close behind.

"Stealing my wife are we, Baratheon?" Aegon exclaimed as he slid from the back of the ginormous black Dragon before sauntering over to Daena and Orys.

"Wouldn't even think of it, your grace." Orys said, a small smile on his face as Daena leapt into Aegon's waiting arms and he lifted her off the ground slightly as he pressed a kiss to his forehead.

Never was there anyone more well loved than Daena Targaryen.

"You have been watching over my kingdom these last few days, Baratheon." Aegon stated as he set Daena down so she could go and greet her dear wives. "How does it fair for my coronation."

"All is well, thousands from across the country have come for the coronation." Orys said, hesitant to explain one final detail. "There is however one issue..."

"And what would that be?"

"The faith."

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