An HOTD Fanfic-Why Not?

*CHAPTER 3*: My Little Cum Bucket

After five years of frequent trips to Westeros, during which she sometimes stayed for an entire year or occasionally didn't come at all, the citizens of Kings Landing came to treat her as if she were a member of the royal family; they named her "The Realms Goddess". Meanwhile, Althea, Daemon, Otto, and Viserys grew closer, much to the chagrin of Aemma and Alyssa. After three years, Otto still hadn't remarried—not that he needed to because he already had four kids from said marriage.

Althea had just docked and was walking alone in the castle's corridors, trying to find her friends. She had not told them she was arriving, and the last time they saw her was two years ago. She heard voices coming from Viserys's room, peered around the corner to see if anyone was there, and then approached his door. The mere mention of the word "silk" piqued her curiosity, and she shadow-walked into a hidden corner of his room, a skill she frequently used to disappear and reappear in different locations, confusing people because they were unaware of this. The only person who knew this was Erevan, and he swore to keep this secret till the day he died.

"Come on, Viserys, it's been a while since we went out," Daemon pleaded as he sat on the edge of his bed, staring at his older brother, who stood by the window. Otto was also present but sat in the corner.

"Daemon I am married, I cannot be seen out in the streets of silk, and I love Aemma. I could never do this to her, or Rhaenyra."

"I'm not asking you to sleep with the whores, just to go out and have some... manly bonding time."

"Daemon"

"Please Viserys three hours, and we can come back." By this time, Daemon stood up and walked over to Viserys. A look of contemplation passed through Viserys's face.

"I will go if Otto goes—"

"Viserys!" he stood up appalled and walked over to the duo,

"Deal," Daemon said, shaking his brother's hand.

"Don't I have a say in—"

"No!" both brothers yelled out and Otto couldn't help but sigh.

"We leave right after dinner; I will meet you two by the entrance of the castle," Daemon declared and walked out, leaving the two by themselves.

"Is Althea not coming again this year?" Viserys asked Otto, and Althea contemplated if she should reveal herself now and say she used one of the hidden passageways Maegor had built or if she should ambush them while they were out.

She thought about how they would react to seeing her; she had significantly changed, physically, mentally, and magically, hence the reason she had not visited them in the past two years. Her magic was unstable, and she needed to train more after the sudden influx of power. She shadow-walked to her room, using the hidden passageways this time.

When she arrived, she stopped in front of the mirror and looked at herself. She had reached the age of fertility and was required to wear certain outfits to represent said status; it was very different from the typical Targaryen attire, and she hoped she would thoroughly shock the boys. She had become very flirtatious with them over the time she had known them, partly because she wanted to irritate Alyssa, who still didn't like her. Her newly acquired diamond nose piercing shone brightly and reflected in the mirror, blinding her for a few seconds. The Targaryens would describe her outfit as scandalous.

Another noticeable difference was her height; the last time the boys saw her, she was 5'2, but now she was 5'10, surpassing Aemma and Alyssa in height. Oh, how she would mock them when she saw them. She was tattooed from her left hip to her breast with blood magic runes, which are bestowed upon every heir upon reaching childbearing age so that they may have many healthy, strong offspring. The runes would activate once a month for a set period of time, causing her to become significantly aroused and want to mate with the nearest person, another reason she couldn't visit them; she had to get that under control, even if it took ten men. Purity meant nothing in Aldorathia, so girls frequently lost their virginity before marrying. (Insert image)