Corruption

Chapter Three

Aegon's POV

Rhaenyra was supposed to spend all morning entertaining her suitors, yet it was called off. I heard the news from one of my drunk friends, one adept at gathering gossip. My servants seemed insistent on clothing me in particularly fine pieces and my grandsire insisted on escorting me to small council this morning. This stinks of a scheme I haven't been fully let in on. I frown as the girl pops the collar of my tunic for the millionth time. I roll my eyes, I'll endure this frilly torture no longer. I simply reach out and shove my hand into her top, grabbing her milky tit and squeezing. She gasps and backs away from me as I chuckle. Soft, I'll definitely request her again. I dust off my chest and stand up. "I think that's about enough of the preening, hmm?" I ask snidely and she nods, silent and breathing heavily.

I open my door to see Otto waiting for me already. I roll my eyes as the serving girl rushes out of the room. He shoots a glare at me that could kill. I smile simply and shrug, starting to stroll down the hall. "Good morrow to you, Grandsire." I say cheerily and his expression darkens but he bites out the proper greeting back. I notice something is off and I stop walking. I stare at him a few seconds. He scowls. "What now, Aegon?" He snaps. I stare harder. Something is off. His Lord Hand of the King pin is missing. "Where's your pin?" I ask bluntly and he glares. "I was stripped of my station this morning by His Grace." Hw bites out and I can't help it, I bust out laughing. "Then why the Seven Hells are you taking me to small council? You can't even go!" I laugh and raises his hand to slap me. I step back a pace and stare at the nobleman walking towards us from the end of the corridor.

"People are watching, Otto. I may play your game now, lest you lose your political standing." I chuckle and he scowls once more but drops his hand. I grin brightly. We reach the council room and I enter, waving to my angry grandsire as I enter the room. I smile brightly as the men arranged around the table, even to Rhaenyra at the King's side. She frowns back and I shrug it off before sitting next to her anyways. The King smiles back at me. "Welcome, Aegon, to small council. We shall begin with the most pertinent of affairs first. Rhaenyra's suitors all need to be sent letters of rejection, for she has found a match." He boasts. There are skeptical but excited glances around the table, yet she looks pissed. I smirk, another one of grandsire's plots foiled, she already has a betrothed now. I beam happily.

This day can't get any better. "Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen, first of her name, heir to the Iron Throne, will take Aegon Targaryen II as her husband and eventual King Consort." He says. My jaw drops. Otto was too fast. Rhaenyra scowls at my shocked expression and I stare at my father hatefully. If I could even call him that. "Long live the Princess!" Ser Lannister cheers and they raise their cups to her. I'm reeling. I didn't want this. I cooperated in a plot, I didn't think he'd succeede. I want to be left alone to play with whores and drink wine, gods damn it I don't want to be King. I scowl back at Rhaenyra hatefully. I'm trapped with the bitch now. Who knows how long it'll be before she kills me off in secret.

Viserys relished the cheers for his favorite daughter before announcing Ser Strong as the new Hand of the King and arranging for our royal wedding in a month's time. It's to be painstakingly massive. I groan and request another cup of wine. I drown it quickly as I listen to congratulations after congratulations. "I suggest you two spend the evening together, I will be announcing your engagement to King's Landing tonight." Viserys warned us, taking one of my hands and one of her hands in his. I glare at her and she returns the hateful stare. "Behave. Both of you. Walk in the gardens or some nonsense. Just appear for the noblemen." He sighs and Rhaenyra's gaze softens at his plea. Ugh, disgusting.

She takes her hand from his and grabs mine. "Yes, Father." She says and he smiles, kissing her temple proudly. "Thank you, my hatchling." He says and I roll my eyes. What a childish nickname. I allow her to take my hand anyway and follow her to walk in the Royal Gardens. Maybe she'll let me fuck her now that we're betrothed. I grasp her hand and walk with her begrudgingly as she tries to enjoy the blooming flowers. "We may yet annul." She says and I groan. "Annul? You mean to take the sweetest fruit of marriage from me because you detest my blood so much?" I snarl in frustration and she raises her brow disapprovingly. "You mean to surplant my throne yet have the audacity to call bedding me the sweetest fruit of this match?" She snaps back.

She's fucking insufferable. I'd rather have thar pretty little mouth wrapped around my swollen cock than sit her stupid Throne. Why would I want the responsibility anyway? That was always Aemond's desires, not mine. "You cannot tell me you haven't thought of indulging in my bed. You were staring so intently the other night at dinner." I tease back, shoving her against a tree roughly. Her back hits the trunk and her eyes darken. She snatches me by the throat and I whine, dick throbbing for attention. "You will not fuck your way onto my throne, brother. It is my birth right, and I'll die before you steal it from me." She growls and tightens her hold on my throat, fuck she's so hot when she's mad. I need to piss her off more often. "Tell me who's Throne it is, Princess." I whimper and she tosses me aside, scowling disgustedly as I laugh.

"You're disgusting, Aegon." She spits and I stick my tongue out at her, wagging it teasingly. "Down right dirty." I mock and she turns away from me. I laugh as I brush the dirt from my trousers and follow her as she walks away. "Where are you going, Princess? Your dearest father has commanded us to bond." I call and she glares at me sharply, stopping dead in her tracks to shove her finger against my chest. "Look. You may pursue your own interests and I will pursue mine. You need not make me miserable to please yourself, find some whore to entertain." She snaps, she's so close to me. Maybe softness is her crux. I grab hold of her hips softly, tilting my head down to stare at her lips through my lashes. "What if I don't want anyone else?" I plead, pulling her to me ever so slightly by her hips and bringing my hand up to brush the hair from her loose braids out of her face.

She frowns and looks away from me but she doesn't move and the blush is evident across her face. Fuck, how I wish we were in a private place. I slowly let go of her to avoid the staring noble crowd from getting any bigger. Our engagement had yet to be announced and people questioning her maidenhood just before marriage could ruin her. She glanced at them and nodded softly. She knows I'm right. But dear fuck how I want to spread her out in front of the whole courtyard and fuck her until she's satisfied. I wonder if soft submission truly is her soft spot. I wonder if she'd call me a good boy while I eat her pussy. Fuck, I'm hard again.

She notices and leads us to slip away from the Gardens, down some corridor, into a quiet, dark corridor. Dirty girl. I pin her up against the wall, biting at her neck. She smacks the back of my head sharply and I pull back in shock. She brought me to a quiet, private corridor? "Did you not want to-? But you brought me here." I whine and pout rutting my hard on against her thigh. "I wanted to talk, not fuck. Gods, Aegon, we're not even married yet." She snaps and I huff, but she's yet to take her thigh from my eager cock. I grind against it a little harder. "Please, I haven't been able to cum and it hurts." I whimper, the words fall from my mouth quickly, before I can stop them. I sound like a whiney virgin boy, I need to get ahold of myself.

Yet she seems to soften. "Ugh. If I help you with your issue, may we genuinely speak about our future?" She sighs and I nod eagerly. "Yes." I say and cup her face roughly, going to kiss her. She tightens her hand around my neck and roughly keeps me in place while she unbuttons my trousers. I whimper impatiently shoving down my trousers and small clothes for her. She grabs my cock and I gasp at her warm hands tugging along my length. "Fuck." I grumble as she spits on my dick, pumping the fluid along my length. She feels so soft and warm, yet the sharp hold on my neck keeps me from reaching for her. I whine and try to stay still, lest I ruin my chance of a precious orgasm.

"Oh, you were all worked up, weren't you? Is that why you were such a brat at council?" She murmurs as she pumps her hand along my cock. I whimper and my hips twitch involuntarily. Fuck, she's just making me submit to her at this point. "Y-yeah I just needed this." I gasp, hoping to secure a next event with the comment. She smirks and lifts her skirts, placing my throbbing dick against her thigh. "You can spill here, I'll hide it beneath my underskirts." She whispers and I whine at the instruction. Fuck, she feels so good. I pant softly, my hips lazily thrust into her hand as I whimper. I feel the knot building in my stomach and lean my head back. "Rhaenyra." I whine softly as my abdomen tenses.

She suddenly releases me, stepping away and dropping her skirts. "You're a dirty whore, Aegon Targaryen. Mayhaps you'll learn your lesson from this." She says and promptly walks away. I groan and push my head against the hard wall. No no no no no, I was so close. I hurriedly ball my fist and tug it down my slick shaft, but to no avail. The excitement had left my body. I punch the wall angrily before pulling my trousers up and storming back to my room. Stupid crazy bitch.