THE SAVAGE PRINCE, rhaenyra targaryen || hotd

07.The Dragons Dance At Night

THE DRAGONS DANCE AT NIGHT
CHAPTER SEVEN
18th of the 12th moon of 115AC

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🔞⚠️Mature content in this chapter. If you are under 18, skip. Or don't, it's up to you, I couldn't care less.⚠️🔞

Maegor has been sat in front of the fireplace for a while now. He spent all that time thinking about how he has to perform his duty and marry a noble lady, strengthen House Targaryen.
What he can't seem to shake off is how he felt when watching Rhaenyra leave him and his father to go to a small council meeting. The way she grabbed him by the chin and how his face got so warm once she noticed his smile.
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eciding to confront Rhaenyra about this, Maegor walks from his chambers to Rhaenyra's.

Once arriving, he sees Ser Criston at the doors.
"Ser Crispin." Maegor says.
"Criston, my Prince." he corrects him.
"What?" Maegor asks, making himself seem dumb.
"It's Ser Criston, my Prince." he repeats himself.
"Oh, yes. My apologies. Is the Princess in her chambers?" he asks.
"She is." Criston says.
"May I see her?" Maegor asks.
"Only she'll decide that." he says and knocks on the door. "Princess? The Prince Maegor is here to see you... Princess?" Criston asks to no avail, no answer came from the room.

"She must have fallen asle--" Criston says, but is interrupted by Rhaenyra, who came from the corridors, outside her bed chambers. "Princess? How ca--" Criston asks.
"Cousin, what are you doing at my door?" she ignores Criston.

"I came here to speak to you, of a matter that troubles me. Ser Crispin told me you were asleep, but now I see the one sleeping is him. You should have a better kingsguard protecting you, cousin." Maegor says, clearly mocking Criston.
"Well, I won't make you wait longer, come in." Rhaenyra says.

Smirking, she opens the door of her room and I enter, she begins closing the door and just before closing it she turns to Criston.
"Ser Criston, you are dismissed." she says.
"I can't leave you unprotected." he objects.
"You can, and you will. I have my cousin to protect me. You are dismissed by order of the Princess." she says. He stays silent and looks at Maegor.
"Good night, Princess." he finally says and leaves his post. Rhaenyra closes and locks the door behind her.

"I thought you were sleeping. Where have you been?" Maegor asks her. Saying nothing, she grabs Maegor's belt and pulls him in for a kiss. He pulls back, shocked. "Rhaenyra." he says. She unlaces the dirty boyish top she's wearing. "Stop..." Maegor says, trying to contain his own wish of kissing her back, and covering her chest with his left hand, not meaning to do anything more than to stop her, but at the same time continue.
"Isn't this what you want?" Rhaenyra teases, using a flirty voice.
"You're a Princess, and we're not married..." Maegor says.

"Fuck the rules." Rhaenyra says, grabbing his hand, walking backwards to her bed and pulling him. She takes his belt off, his sheathed dagger and sword falling to the floor.

Maegor reluctantly stops resisting the temptation as she kisses him again. This time he kisses her back, embracing her. She unlaces his white shirt as they kiss.

They sit on the edge of her bed to take off their boots. Then she takes off his shirt, revealing his bare chest. She brushes her finger slightly over his scars. Then they both take their pants off, giggling at the action. Finally, Maegor takes Rhaenyra's dirty shirt off, making them both fully naked.

She kisses him again, affirming her desire to do what they are about to do. Maegor grabs her by the arse cheeks and lifts her up, she wraps her legs around his waist and arms around his neck. He leads her to the side of the bed and lays her gently, climbing to her top, kissing her more.

They interlock fingers and he inserts his cock in her folds. Maegor kisses her down the neck to her collarbone and she lets out a moan.

In a quick motion she turns them around, leaving him bellow her. His hands on her waist as she rides him. He sits up and kisses her neck and going up, he bites her ear lobe softly, making her smile. Going to the mouth once more. As she works her waist around him, he keeps kissing her neck and collarbone, and finally reaches her breasts.

Kissing and using his tongue expertly to harden the nipples. She moans in his ear. Their climax approaching them as her walls tighten around his member. A moan escapes him.

Her walls tighten more and she releases her liquid. Feeling this, Maegor too cums inside Rhaenyra's dripping cunt.

She stops rocking her body and kisses him once more. This left them breathless and so they pull back to catch their breath.

After spending more time with her, Rhaenyra tells Maegor about the tunnel behind her room, and he uses it to leave her room at the hour of the owl.

In the evening, rumors surrounding Rhaenyra and his father reach Maegor's ears. He rushes to Rhaenyra's chambers.

Arriving at Rhaenyra's chambers, Maegor finds the matter way too serious for jesting.
"Ser Criston, is the Princess inside?" Maegor asks.
"She is." he says, surprised, and knocks on the door.
"Enter." she says from inside. Criston opens the door for Maegor. Her enters and certifies Criston closes the door. "Maegor..." she says upon seeing him.
"Cousin... I have heard some rumors..." Maegor reluctantly lets out.
"You are not mentioned in them." Rhaenyra hurries to answer.
"I know... But my father is. What happened before you and I...?" he asks.
"I went into the city with your father. We watched a play, stole from a merchant, and ended up in a brothel. We kissed, but I did not enjoy it for I only thought of you. I thought you did not wished me back and after hearing you were to marry... I panicked." Rhaenyra explains.

"My father will for sure be punished for taking you into the brothel, there is no doubt. Rumors are you touched each other. He might be exiled again. Only this time... this time I plan on staying. I wish to take my place in my House's keep." he says. She lets out a shaky breath of relief.
"I am glad you have decided that." she says, but furrows her brows once realizing the look on Maegor's face.

"What's wrong?" she asks.
"I am to wed the Lady Lyanna Stark, even thought I only have eyes for you. It is not a thing I can control, I have to perform my duty as a Prince of the Realm, and I would ask for your hand, but I am already promised to her." he explains. "But we can still be friends... can't we?" he hopefully asks.

"Yes, yes we can. In reality, I, too, am already promised to Laenor Velaryon... I just agreed to it and my father sent word for the Maester to send the raven to High Tide." Rhaenyra says.
"Oh... That's good, your tours are finally over... I should probably leave." he says.
"No. Please stay. I could really use your company." Rhaenyra says.
"If you wish so, Princess." Maegor says. She sits on the couch and Maegor sits in front of her, putting his feet on the table. She grabs the book she was reading and begins to read it aloud.

After some time, a knock on the door silences them.
"Come." Rhaenyra orders. It's the Grandmaester Mellos.
"I hope you can forgive the late hour, Princess, and Prince... I took great care in its preparation. If not brewed properly, it can either prove ineffective or else bear unpleasant--" he says referring himself to the pot he entered with.
"Brewed properly? I'm sorry, what is that?" the Princess asks.
"A tea, Princess. From the King. It will rid you of any unwanted consequences." Mellos says and takes his leave.

Rhaenyra looks at Maegor for an explanation.
"I believe this tea serves for unwanted pregnancies. I've seen my father's whore use it. That way she won't get pregnant." Maegor says.
"I won't take it." she answers immediately and firmly.

"But we did lay toget--" he begins.
"That won't matter. I will not take it. Even if I do get pregnant. I don't care. I will soon marry. My father is hurrying the process for he cannot see me unmarried for long and I might as well use that in my favor." she says.
"I thought you rather put on armor and wage war than childbed." Maegor asks confused.
"I seem to have changed my mind. I will need to have heirs. I have realized that childbed is a fate I cannot run from." she says. Maegor extends his arm and gives his hand to support his cousin. She takes it and smiles.