OF BASTARDS & DRAGONS || Aenar Targaryen [1]

104 • MURDER IN THE KEEP

The coronation of Aenar's ascension was in three days, however before hand things were restored back to order. Lord Westerling had resumed his post as Commander of the King's Guard, and Ser Steffon Darklyn as his deputy commander.

Ser Lorient is now sworn protector of Princess Rheanyra. Ser Jamie Lannister, had become Queen Cersei's sworn protector, the twin brother replaced Ser Erryk Cargyll.

Ser Arryk was replaced my Ser Desmond Caron.

Ser Criston Cole still remains Queen Alicent's sworn protector, but on probation as his sentence to the Wall is still in talks with the Small Coucil.

Howbeit. Since Lord Lyonel is dead, Aenar has made Harwin Strong the new Lord of Harrenhal, and has sent for his uncle Lord Simon Strong to assume the post of Master of Laws in the stead of his late brother.

Ser Tyland Lannister has resumed his office as Master of Ships.

Grand Maester Orywell still remains relevant in his post.

Daemon was reinstalled as Commander of the City Watch, much to his dismay, thinking he'd be made Hand of the King. The rogue prince having continued his secret affair with Queen Cersei Lannister, sort of began plotting the demise of Aenar.

Meanwhile Lady Mira Tully still remains in the Targaryen household as handmaiden of the King's children, but still receives a threat missives from the lioness of Casterly Rock and the rogue prince, should she expose their affair.

Nonetheless, everyday for the thief, one-day for the owner. Mira returns late from the Grand Sept, upon entering Maegor's Holdfast, she sights the Queen taking a different route that was not leading to her chambers. Out of curiousity she decided to follow Cersei, realizing there were many abandoned appartements in Red Keep.

On the other hand was Vaemond Velaryon, the ambitious, hungry misogynist second son, sorts to kill his brother Corlys and Laenor, to assume authority over the DriftWood throne.

"It is no wonder you are so uptight.." Vaemond whispered into the darkness; the soft lights of the candles flickering. The shaking body of Cersei sat on top of him; sat on top of his fat, throbbing black cock that was so much bigger than the King who just so happened to be her husband.

Ceresi's shaking hands rested on his broad, muscled chest. Gods, she had once dreamt about such things and from the look on Vaemond's face - he knew that too. "Even with the pups you plan on giving him, you are still so tight. Aenar must be lucky to have a bitch like you." he grunted and the pois woman on top of him blushed in shame.

A shade he enjoyed seeing on her a little too much for her sake, he thought.

Oh, he was going to have so much fun. A rise of his hips had Cersei whining some more; her sweet, creamy pussy clamping down.

She had already squirted around his cock when he bottomed and he had taunted her for it. "Oh, if only your brothers and husband could see you now."

Ceresi gasped; her mind flashing with such thoughts. Vaemond groaned; head falling back on the pillows as his bright locks became like a halo around his head now.

His hand came down on her arse; the smack echoing in his royal chambers as she slowly resumed her bouncing. Good, he thought. She should work for this pleasure. He wondered if he could make her so addicted to him that she would come back begging for more.

His fat black cock throbbed against her silky walls at the mere thought. Those sweet looking breasts of hers bounced in his face. "Gods, you are no better than those whores, especially your husband's late wife Francesca." Vaemond taunted her some more as the obscene, wet noises from her tight pussy echoed.