Temporary Return (Page 82)

~~~(POV: Raenon Targaryen)~~~

~~~(Location: Flying, Narrow Sea, Near Dragonstone)~~~

~~~(Current Age: 17 Years)~~~

~~~(Date: 301 AC)~~~

It's been three days since Stannis died. Oberyn and my commanders are waiting for my eventual return. They know I won't continue the campaign until Margaery has given birth. I haven't received any letters or spoken to my wives since I left.

A month apart from them has affected me in ways I didn't think possible. They haunt my dreams... Their soft touches and warm bodies... The thought of being with them even now...

I clear my head and take a deep breath. Enjoying the freedom and peace provided to me by Rhaenys. It'll be a few minutes until I arrive home, but I can see Dragonstone off in the distance. What takes my attention away is a familiar sound.

FRRRAAAAAAAAA!!

The roaring voice of Raevor comes from one of the clouds next to us, and the large dragon breaks in our direction. Leveling out next to us as he does. Dany isn't riding him, which means he's here to greet Rhaenys home.

There is a distinct deep chatter and purr coming from the two of them. As if speaking their own language. My bond with Rhaenys allows me many things, but knowing what she's talking about with another dragon isn't one of them.

Dragonstone only continues to get closer, and the circling forms of Vaelor and Rhaegal fill me with a sense of belonging. I'm home. Rhaenys descends to a large enough area to land, allowing me off before taking to the Dragonmont.

As I approach the castle, two running children grab my full attention. They exit a door with their Mother behind them.

"DADDY!!"

"You're home!!"

The voices of Alysanne and Jaehaerys place a love in me that I didn't know I had until they were born. I crouch down on one knee, and they leap into my arms. I spin them around as they laugh with joy.

I've missed my children dearly. When you're used to seeing two sources of unconditional love every day and then having them missing throws you.

My eyes land on my sister and the little bundle of love in her arms. I kiss the heads of my eldest children and place them down. Approaching the woman who gave them to me. She holds out the babe, and I take her in my arms.

Looking down at Daenys, I can see she's already grown. She's strong and healthy. Her eyes flutter open, and look at me. The same violet that Dany and I have. The same that Jae and Aly have. Her hair is becoming longer, and it's a beautiful white gold.

"Hey, my little Daenys... Daddy's home... You've been a good girl for Mommy, right?"

There is no noise from her, only a move to sink more into my grasp to sleep better. All I can do is smile as she closes her eyes again, starting to sleep.

My eyes lift from my second daughter and take in the image of my sister. She's smiling with brightness and love. I reach out my arm, and she instantly takes the offer as a hug.

Her arms wrap around me and fit to perfect form even with Daenys in my grasp. In my absence, I seem to have grown a little more... She's even shorter than me now.

"I've missed you more than you'd ever know..."

The voice I hear from Dany is weak and trembling. But there is a heavy relief within her words and something that I've seen only once. My accessible hand trails down her back like I would if we were in bed.

She crushes her body into mine and releases a deep gasp. My hand rests on her shapely end. It's been so long since I've been without her nightly touch... The dragon that rests between my legs soon awakens.

Pressing against her inner thigh. It's painful to endure, but her hand finds its way to it.

"Let's see if we can do something about that..."

Her voice is breathy and eager. My eyes catch the woman standing at the door leading into the castle. Margaery waits there, a knowing grin on her lips. Her belly has gotten bigger since I last saw her; she looks ever closer to the due date.

I feel a tug on the ends of my armor, and that's when Jae and Aly look up at me. It seems I have to spend some time with my children before I can ravage my wives. I pull away from Dany, and there is a sad moan as I do.

The redness in her cheeks and the dazed look she has almost entice me to neglect my responsibilities. But I hold to my will.

I hand Daenys back to her, and it takes only a second for her to return to an attentive Mother instead of an eager wife.

"I need to spend some time with Jae and Aly. Tell Margaery I'll see you both later today."

She smiles as she watches me crouch down and get to eye level with my kids. After talking with them, they grab my hands and pull me to the stairs leading to the beach. I don't know how long my children will need with me.

My duty as a Father comes before my desires.

~~~(POV: Varys)~~~

~~~(Location: Targaryen Ship, Narrow Sea, Coast Of Westeros)~~~

~~~(Current Age: 49 Years)~~~

~~~(Date: 301 AC)~~~

Tyrion stares out at the open ocean. The Westeros lands he grew in behind us. He took the news of my betrayal as I believed he would. He's become a good friend and someone I see helping Raenon greatly in controlling Westeros.

Tyrion has yet to see the good the last male Targaryen could be for Westeros. I take a moment and look out to where he's staring, and I don't see anything. He's watching it with every fiber of his soul.

"What has your attention to fervently, my old friend."

The amused tone in my voice isn't lost on Tyrion. He cracks a half smile and takes a breath. Turns his attention to me as he stops looking out at the ocean.

His eyes tell me he's trying to figure out something. What it is, I don't know. It could be several things or a single subject on his mind. Either way, he was in deep thought. Now, he's trying to find words to speak.

"I was thinking about what my family is saying about me right now... What kind of bounty my Father has put on me... Also, how it'd feel to die by Dragonfire if Raenon doesn't trust me."

All valid things to be concerned about, no doubt. It's hard to say whether that's everything on this mind, but I doubt it is.

"Fearing Raenon is wise, and he won't initially trust you. Now that the Baratheons are gone, the only family left that played a hand in House Targaryens destruction is yours."

He gives me a look that I'm not helping.

"But, once Raenon sees who you really are. You won't have anything to fear."

He rolls his eyes at my attempt to ease him. I'll admit it was relatively weak, but it's the truth. This will be the first time I'm meeting Raenon in person. It'll be the first time I see dragons. The first time I'm visiting Dragonstone.

We're a couple of days away, but it's not like it'll take forever. In the meantime, Tyrion should know what Raenon plans to do once he takes the throne.

To show Tyrion that Raenon isn't a madman like his Father before him.

~~~(POV: Margaery Tyrell)~~~

~~~(Location: Bedroom, Narrow Sea, Dragonstone)~~~

~~~(Current Age: 18 Years)~~~

~~~(Date: 301 AC)~~~

His hands glide up my body and capture my swollen breasts. Pinching the nipples with a softness and tenderness that drives me insane. My back arches as I release a long cry of pleasure. After a second, my body crashes back on the bed.

The rougher hands slide over my belly, and a shiver goes up and down my body. My eyes capture Dany next to me. Her chest heaving up and down. Eyes closed as sweat pours from every orifice of her body.

Rae has spent the last three hours taking us 100 ways. He's not felt the touch or love of a woman in more than a month, and we haven't felt his.

I indicate for him to give me a moment to catch my breath with a wave of my hands. Not wanting to nearly pass out like Dany.

He listens and lays down next to me. Turning my head to look at him and capturing my lips in a deep, passionate kiss. As our lips part, a string of saliva follows.

"The nights without you drove me mad... My dreams were filled with passion and lust, but my reality was cold and empty... Every day, I had to fight the urge to come here and spend a night with you two..."

The honeyed words that leave his lips entice me with the desperate edge in his voice. I think he'd be satisfied with what he's done with Dany, but he's looking at me like I'm a fresh meal.

Instead of saying anything in response, I give him a slightly desperate look myself. Nodding my head in permission for him to continue.

And he doesn't waste a single second.