After seeing Lucian leave, Rhaegon took the horse reins from the stable boy and sent him away. Alyssa gasped as Rhaegon suddenly grabbed her by the waist and hoisted her up onto the horse's back. She could feel the hard muscle of his chest pressed against her back as he climbed on behind her, his large hands enveloping her as he gripped the reins and pulled her flush against him. His thick cock pressed insistently against the curve of her ass, sending a jolt of surprise and arousal through her.
"Let's take a nice ride, just the two of us," he purred, giving the horse a gentle kick to get it moving. The animal began trotting toward the dragon pits, the rocking motion making Alyssa's ass grind back against Rhaegon's straining erection under his breeches. Behind them came a group of riders holding the Targaryen flag as they rode alongside their lords.
As they rode, Rhaegon leaned his body against her petite back and nuzzled his face against the side of her neck, inhaling her scent deeply and enjoying it.
"Brother~" Alyssa, her face flushed, breathed, squirming slightly against him. "What are you doing?"
In response, Rhaegon just rubbed his face on her skin as he continued inhaling deeply, covering his face in her scent.
"It tickles~ Don't do it~~" Alyssa laughed as she flinched, shrinking her neck because of the sensation.
"Nuh-uh~~ You smell so good, little sister," he huskily said as he enjoyed her scent. "I almost can't wait for this week to pass so we can marry."
"Are you of the same mind as I am, Alyssa?"
Alyssa shivered at his words, feeling her nipples tighten beneath her dress. "Yes~!!!" she panted with excitement as Rhaegon's hands slid down to grip her thighs, holding her closer. They were almost as one on the horse's back. "Then I can have my beloved brother wherever I want~!"
"You already have me wherever you want, my little dragon." He kissed her neck with love and obsession, leaving hickeys on her pale skin.
One hand slid up to cup her breast through her dress, thumbing over her pebbled nipple. "Ah~!" Alyssa let out a soft moan, her eyes starting to cloud over as her body softened. "Brother," she whimpered, "not here... in the open... please~."
"Don't worry, love. No one is looking," he hushed, taking her earlobe between his teeth.
Alyssa bit her lip, trying to stifle her increasingly loud whimpers as Rhaegon's touch grew bolder. "Don't~~"
"Alright, baby." Rhaegon sighed as he looked at her face, which was struggling between excitement, joy, and shame as a tear started to appear in her eyes. He kissed it away and, in the end, rested his head on her shoulder. "Let's wait for later."
"Thank you~" Alyssa struggled to say as she could only muster enough strength not to fall from the horse as she leaned on him.
It hadn't taken long for Rhaegon and Alyssa to hunt down their little brothers, as they were already on their way back. They intercepted a carriage midway to the pits. The two boys were already returning from the dragon pits after having taken an egg from there. They were being escorted by a group of Gold Cloaks, and beside them was Ser Harwing Strong leading.
Harwing bowed his head, first to Rhaegon, then to Alyssa. "My prince. My princess." His voice was smooth.
"Commander Strong," Rhaegon greeted him with a curt nod from atop the horse as he embraced his sister. "Who has the pleasure of being escorted by you?"
"Your brothers, my prince," Harwing replied. "When I learned the little princes were retrieving a dragon egg from the pits, I thought it prudent to escort them."
Rhaegon's lips quirked. "That was considerate of you, Commander. I appreciate your vigilance and effort."
"There's no need for thanks, my prince," Harwing replied, waving a dismissive hand. "It was a small thing, nothing more."
"Nevertheless, it was a good gesture," Rhaegon said as he kicked the horse to walk beside the carriage. He pushed the window curtains aside with his hand and looked inside.
"Hey, kids." He smiled, seeing Corwin and Baelon.
"Brother!" both called out as soon as they saw him and Alyssa.
"Did you pick a good egg? We have a new little sister in the family!"
"So it is a girl?" Corwyn asked with wide-open eyes.
"You!!! You both call sister!" Alyssa pouted as they didn't greet her. "Only greet Rhaegon but not me. Do you both wish to cry again?"
Corwyn and Baelon jolted upright. Their heads snapped up in unison, eyes wide.
"Good morning, Sister!" they chorused, Corwyn and Baelon's violet gazes clashing with Alyssa's fiery one.
"Mhm... good day, little brothers," Alyssa smirked at them both, satisfied to see their scared looks.
"Where is the dragon egg?!" Alyssa asked as she looked around inside the carriage.
Corwyn, the elder of the two by a mere year, pointed toward a squat iron pot in the middle of the carriage. His platinum hair swung as he moved. He was tall for his age, though not yet as tall as Rhaegon had been at his age. He opened the pot lid, took a dragon egg from it, and moved to the window. "There. Look."
Alyssa lunged, snatching the egg from his hand. Her fingers curled around the egg's dark brown shell. It was quite heavy, warm, and so big—twice the size of a melon. Its surface was rough and shaped in scales.
She started playing around with it, caressing and rotating it as she smiled.
"Alyssa, stop shaking the egg like that. Do you want to make a paste inside of it?"
She ignored him, still lifting the egg as if to inspect it. Rhaegon snatched it from her grasp and returned it to Corwyn. "Put it back into the pot."
Alyssa's lower lip jutted out. "Buuh… Brother, you're no fun."
"Yeah, yeah," Rhaegon muttered, rolling his eyes. "Let's go back. Mom is waiting for us, and you both need to know our little sister."
Baelon's eyes flickered. "Brother, sister… is it true? We have a new little sister?"
Alyssa's entire demeanor shifted, her pout melting into a grin so wide it looked painful. "Yes! We have a little sister!" She clapped her hands, bouncing on the horse. "I'm not the only girl anymore! We have a sister."
Corwyn turned to Rhaegon, his voice laced with genuine interest. "How is she, brother?"
Rhaegon's face bloomed like a chrysanthemum. "She's perfect. A cute, healthy little thing." His voice took on a teasing edge. "She'll grow up to be as beautiful as Alyssa, mark my words."
Corwyn and Baelon groaned in unison, their faces twisting in exaggerated disgust. They loved their sister—most of the time—but her antics were a trial, and Rhaegon's blatant favoritism only made it worse.
"Ugh, brother," Corwyn groaned, "must you always suck up to her?"
"What's that face for, huh?" Alyssa snarled, her fist raised threateningly. "You don't think I'm beautiful?!" Before he could react, she stretched forward, almost dropping from the horse as she lunged at them.
"No—get away!" Baelon yelped, scrambling backward. His laughter was high and panicked as he dodged back into the carriage. "I didn't say anything this time, sister. It was Corwyn!"
"I know what you were thinking!" Alyssa shrieked.
"Sister! I take it back!" Corwyn yelped as her hand connected with his head. He bolted after Baelon, the two of them retreating from the window.
"Alright, sister, don't get worked up!" Rhaegon said with a wry smile as he grabbed her by the waist and pulled her against him. "Let's go back home."
Alyssa sent her little brothers a hard look as the horse trotted away from the carriage.
Harwing's curiosity flickered as he overheard the princes. "Congratulations, my prince. The princess has brought new joy to the realm."
"Thank you, Ser Harwing," Rhaegon replied as he once again rested against his sister while they traveled back.
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As soon as they went back into the Red Keep and entered the princess's bedchambers, Corwyn and Baelon scrambled to Rhaenyra's side. "Mother! Sister tried to hit us, please find justice for us!"
Rhaenyra didn't even glance at them. Her gaze locked onto Rhaegon, one eyebrow arched. "Mischievous as ever, I see."
"What did you say to your sister this time?" she demanded, her voice dropping to a dangerous purr as she fixed her younger sons with a glare.
"Nothing!" Corwyn squeaked, throwing his hands up in innocence. "Baelon made a face, and Alyssa got mad!"
"Liar!" Baelon shot back, pointing an accusing finger. "He did it too, Mom!"
"Enough." Rhaenyra furrowed her brows in tiredness. She pinched the bridge of her nose, as if warding off a headache. "Why must you two always provoke her?"
"Mom, they're little bastards," Alyssa huffed, her fist still clenched. "The second Rhaegon said our sister would be as beautiful as me, they had to go and retch like that!" She shot her brothers a venomous look. "Ungrateful little shits."
Rhaenyra sighed, long and suffering. "You two asked for it. Be nice to your sister instead of provoking her every chance you get." She rolled her eyes at her little children's expressions of wide-eyed innocence and wronged Corwyn, and Baelon sent her way.
Corwyn, seeing that things went awry, seized the chance to redirect. "Mother, look!" He gestured grandly toward the pot. "We chose an egg for the baby."
Rhaenyra's gaze softened as she settled more comfortably onto the couch, her free hand brushing over the armrest. "Ah. That was kind of you, my children." A small, tired smile tugged at her lips. "It looks perfect."
"I let Baelon choose," Corwyn said, nudging his brother.
"Thank you, brother," Baelon murmured, his attention already drifting to the bundle in Laenor's arms.
"What's her name?" He asked, craning his neck for a better look.
"Visenya," Rhaenyra answered, her voice warm. She patted the space beside her, her gaze flicking to Rhaegon. "Sit."
Rhaegon obeyed, a mischievous glint in his eye. The moment he settled, Rhaenyra leaned against him, her head resting on his shoulder as she watched her family contentedly with fond amusement.
Corwyn's fingers twitched, itching to hold the tiny, swaddled form. "Father… may I hold Visenya?"
"No." Laenor's refusal was immediate, firm. "Your sister needs rest, and you three have lessons with the Dragonkeepers back at the pits."
"Don't you want to see your dragons?"
"Yes!" Corwyn brightened. "I want to check on Vermax!"
"I want to feed Arrax,"
"I want to ride Alyssarax," Alyssa declared, her voice ringing with excitement.
"Absolutely not," Rhaenyra shot down without hesitation. "Not unless your brother or I are with you."
"Mom—!"
"No means no, Alyssa," Rhaenyra said, not letting her even whine about it. She fixed her daughter with a look that brooked no argument. "You can go with your brothers to feed her, to pet her, but you will not ride her."
Alyssa wilted under the weight of that glare, her shoulders slumping. "Fine," she muttered, pouting.
Laenor turned to Rhaegon, one eyebrow raised. "Are you joining them, son?"
Rhaegon began to rise, but Rhaenyra's hand on his arm anchored him in place. "I need Rhaegon here," she said, her voice leaving no room for debate. "You three go on."
Laenor's lips quirked, a wry smile playing at the corners. "Back to the dragonpit, then." His tone was final.