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Jon/Rhaenyra/Alicent One Shot - A Servant of the Dragons

Jon Snow (Daeron Targaryen)

Daeron and Rhaenyra lay there in silence, hearing each other and breathing heavily. They could feel the sweat on their bodies. Thankfully, the bath should be ready by now. Daeron knew they needed to have a bath before the day started; they couldn't allow each other to smell like this out there. He was sure his father wouldn't mind this, but he knew Viserys would be furious, and Aemma wouldn't have approved of her daughter losing her maidenhead before her marriage.

"Daeron." He looked down at her flushed face, the way her finger was making circles around his chest.

"Yes?" Daeron asked in a deep voice and a growl that made Nyra shudder in excitement, but she reminded herself of the question she wanted to ask.

"Daeron, how about we invite someone else with us?" Nyra asked with a hint of nervousness, something that he hadn't heard from her since the day her mother was near the end of her pregnancy a year ago.

That day had been a mourning day for House Targaryen, especially for Viserys's Family. Aemma Arryn Targaryen had survived the pregnancy, but their son, Baelon, had passed away one hour after his birth.

"Who do you have in mind, The Realm's Delight?" Daeron asked with a cheeky grin as he leaned down to kiss her nose.

She rolled her eyes; he knew how she got annoyed whenever he made fun of the title the Smallfolk had given her, but he couldn't keep the smile of amusement on her face.

Nyra tried to answer, but she moaned in pleasure when he cupped her beautiful breasts. His hands pinched her pink nipples, earning a shudder from her, and she whimpered against him.

"Maybe you want Mysaria? She's quite beautiful." Daeron trailed kisses down her throat, his lips closed around her pulse and sucked, earning another louder moan from Rhaenyra, her legs curling around with his.

"Maybe you want Laena? She's quite a beauty, and I have seen the way you stare at her breasts." Daeron continued, finally reaching her breasts, his eyes stared at her pink nipple before taking one into his mouth, his tongue swirling around it, and he sucked deeply.

"OHHHH!!" Rhaenyra moaned, but somehow, she reminded herself they didn't have time for another round as much as she wanted to.

"Alicent." She said the name of the one she wanted in their bed.

Daeron arched an eyebrow. He knew the two had been close friends since childhood, and he was sure the girl fancied both of them, especially after what happened last year with her brother. But he was sure Nyra hated Otto Hightower.

Ever since the death of Baelon, the Maester had informed them that Queen Aemma wasn't strong enough to bear children anymore and had told the King that she might even be barren now due to complicity during the birth of Baelon. Ever since that became common knowledge, Otto tried to convince the King that he should remarry to have more children, but the King refused and told Otto not to bring it up again.

But Daeron and Rhaenyra knew Otto would never give up that easily, and the late talks that Viserys had with Alicent sometimes were proof enough of that, but the two knew nothing had happened yet, and Viserys only looked at Alicent like he looked at Rhaenyra, as just another daughter and not much else, there was no lust in his eyes, not ever.

"I believe you said a week ago that you wanted to burn her father alive, or maybe feed him to Syrax and Vermithor." Daeron reminded her; his fingers reached down, finding her cunt, dripping with arousal; he slowly worked his fingers around her inner lips before sliding a finger inside her cunt, while keeping eye contact with her; his purple eyes stared back at hers as she moaned in pleasure.

"A—Alicent is not like that useless Hand; she genuinely doesn't understand that her father wants her to fuck my father. So what better way to get revenge than to have her in our bed and have you make her our personal slut." Daeron growled like an animal in heat, his fingers slid down easily, and he increased the speed before adding a second finger, his thumb finding her clit, massaging it, and putting pressure on it.

"You are wicked, Rhaenyra." Daeron claimed, kissing her lips as she screamed in pleasure.

Soon, they took their bath together, and as they washed each other's bodies, they started planning on how to seduce Alicent Hightower.

"Just to be clear, is there anything I shouldn't do with her?" Daeron asked as he washed her breasts, with her leaning closer to him, giving him a better grip on her body, her lips against his chin.

"No limits. You can do whatever you want with her, Daeron. Fuck her face, her ass, and shove her face into my cunt while you fuck her from behind. Everything is on the table."

Daeron growled at the thought of doing that to Alicent. He had to admit that she was beautiful, and the only bad thing about her was her father, but Daeron was sure they could slowly change her mind with time, maybe even convince her that her father was better gone from King's Landing. Daeron knew that wouldn't be easy, but everything was possible; he just needed to take things slow with her.

"I'm in then, so what's first step?" Daeron asked, and Rhaenyra smiled wickedly.

The Next Day

"I wasn't expecting you to come here," Alicent said with a hint of disbelief and joy as she watched Rhaenyra walk up to her and strode through the hall of the Sept.

The Sept of King's Landing was one of the three largest buildings in King's Landing, almost the same size as the Dragon Pit, with a higher ceiling than any other building. When Rhaenyra informed her she wanted to accompany her when she had her daily prayers, Alicent was a little surprised.

While Rhaenyra wasn't like Daemon, who would spit on the Faith if he could, Rhaenyra never stroked Alicent as one that followed the Faith of the Seven. So she was a little surprised to see her walking inside this building for perhaps the first time, which didn't involve an important event like someone being crowned or the death of a Royal Member.

"Is there anything wrong if I want to spend time with my friend?" Rhaenyra asked with a beautiful smile as she stopped before Alicent.

Now, being closer, Alicent was able to notice her perfume, the same perfume she liked, and her red lips. Alicent quickly averted her eyes. She felt her cheeks heating up as her friend took a step closer. Now Alicent could smell more of her perfume, and the way her eyes looked at her, she was batting her eyelashes at her.

"No, Rhaenyra. Do you want a tour?" Alicent asked earnestly with a friendly smile, not fully looking at the Princess while berating herself.

What is wrong with me? This is Princess Rhaenyra, she reminded herself, but at the very least, it was only her, and not the Prince too. Alicent knew she would stumble on her words if the Prince was present with her.

"Yes. I'm sure this place has many sights for you to show me." Rhaenyra said excitedly, her arms going around her arm, and her hand gripped her hand tightly. Alicent looked down, her heart suddenly beating faster, and her face turned red.

Alicent and Rhaenyra explored the entirety of the Sept, with Alicent telling her of every important place, every place that had any importance for the Faith of the Seven, but the more they walked around, the more questions Nyra asked, the more flustered Alicent felt, especially when the Princess's hand would accidentally sometimes touch her just the right way to make her shudder, and her arm around hers, Alicent knew she needed to find a way to pull her arm away, but she didn't want to be rude, and is not like this was the first time they held hands like this, but the sensual way Rhaenyra was smiling at her, that had never happened before, Alicent felt like a sheep who was about to be devoured by a dragon.

Eventually, their little tour came to an end, and they walked into the carriage that would take them back to King's Landing. Alicent expected the Princess to sit beside her as usual, but instead, Rhaenyra sat across from her, much to her disappointment, but she tried hard not to show it.

"I heard Lady Jeyne is sleeping around with Ser Jacob of the Golden Cloaks," Rhaenyra said in a hushed tone, sounding excited as she leaned away from her seat.

Alicent looked a little mortified. "But isn't she betrothed to Ser Agzan?" She questioned, knowing that sleeping around before you were betrothed for a girl was a good way to ruin everything.

"Alicent, many ladies have someone they sleep with, a guard, or a golden cloak, makes no difference. As long as you are careful and that someone you sleep with is trustworthy, then there's nothing wrong with letting your hair loose sometimes." Rhaenyra explained like it was no big deal. She had never needed to do any of that; she had fallen in love with Daeron two years before their betrothal was announced, and they had started messing around a year ago. She didn't need anyone else but wouldn't mind inviting another girl to their bed. She always wanted to see Daeron fucking other women. After they seduce Alicent, she was sure they could invite Laena into their bed, her large breasts were a sight to behold.

Alicent's smile wavered; she hadn't known that; her father had always told her to keep herself pure, saying the gods would punish her if she did something sinful, but she didn't think Rhaenyra was lying; she trusted her more than anyone else, but she couldn't help but wonder what it would be like with someone, with Daeron. She had heard from her mother that the first time was always painful, and such a thought frightened her but excited her too; the thought of being with him made her giddy, but she quickly stifled such thoughts. She had to wait, and it seemed her displeasure was visible in her face for the Princess to see.

"Alicent, do you fancy anyone in the Red Keep?" The question was so random, and she was so caught off guard that she was sure she must have heard her wrong.

"Huh?"

Rhaenyra giggled cutely at her dumbfounded expression before asking again. "I know you follow the faith, but I'm sure there must be someone in the Red Keep you like, a knight perhaps..." she asked with a dreamy look, leaning forward away from the back of the seat; her dress had slid down just enough to show a little of her cleavage.

Alicent remained silent and pressed her lips into a thin line, almost afraid her mouth would talk on its own. She knew she fancied Daeron, and why wouldn't she? He was handsome and strong, could make her laugh, and was kind to the common people. Alicent still remembers when he gave the money to the poor; he won when he sang a song in the city under disguise.

After witnessing such a beautiful act, Alicent had no doubts anymore that she liked and maybe even loved the Prince, but fate had been cruel. Daeron and Rhaenyra were engaged by King Viserys Targaryen a year ago, and all her dreams of marrying him were nothing but dust in the wind. Alicent had tried to develop hatred for Nyra, but she couldn't; it wasn't her fault, and Alicent was sure she liked the Princess too, which confirmed her suspicion of her not being right in the head.

She was sure her father would have kicked her out of the family if he found out about this.

"Or a Prince perhaps?" Rhaenyra added with a teasing smile.

Alicent was sure her heart skipped a beat; she knew she should act like her words weren't affecting her; she reminded herself what her father had told her.

'Never show emotions.'

Yet, instead of doing that, Alicent averted her eyes, looking down at her feet as if she was caught stealing cake from the bakery. Her face felt like it was on fire, which only manifested more when Rhaenyra stood up and sat beside her, close enough for their legs to touch. After standing there like a mute for one minute, Alicent finally found her strength to speak.

"...My Princess...I don't understand why you are asking me such questions?" Alicent found the strength to look back at her with a hint of resentment. She sensually smiled at her, her tongue licking her lips, completely ignoring Alicent's look.

"I'm sorry if my question was inappropriate. I'm sorry, sister." Rhaenyra said sincerely, suddenly sounding apologetic as she quickly held Alicent's hands with hers, resting on her lap.

Alicent suddenly felt bad for assuming that Rhaenyra was making fun of her. "There's nothing to apologize for, Rhaenyra. Your question just caught me off guard." Alicent felt better after saying that, feeling that a weight was lifted off her shoulders.

"I asked because you look exhausted all the time, and I wanted to know if there was anyone out there for you to take care of your needs. I'm your friend and you are important to me." Alicent's face went red like a tomato. She knew she wasn't the brightest when it came to this sort of thing, but even she knew what Rhaenyra meant by 'your needs.' And hearing her admit that she was important to Rhaenyra's life made Alicent's cunt throb with need. She was excited.

The first thoughts that came to her mind were the many times she had touched herself while thinking of Daeron. Sometimes, even Rhaenyra's name escaped her lips when she was alone in her bedchamber.

Alicent had to admit that she had no one to take care of her needs, and fingers could only do so much, but she knew she had to wait.

"Rhaenyra—" She said her name with a nervous laugh, her left hand gripping the armrest tightly as Nyra's thumb caressed her right hand in slow, gentle strokes. Then Nyra's other hand touched her arm in a way that sent shivers down her spine.

"I'm not a Princess like you, Rhaenyra. I'm not betrothed. I have to wait until I find a good enough husband." Even as she said those words, and smiled. Rhaenyra knew that smile seemed more like a grimace, and her words were devoid of any real emotion besides bitterness.

"Alicent, fingers are a good enough distraction, but anyone needs someone to help them relieve their stress, you know there's a brothel just down the road—" "Rhaenyra." Alicent hissed, sounding scandalized, scooching away from her.

"I'm not that kind of girl, and I'm not one to just sleep with someone I don't even know," Alicent said, looking around and checking if anyone else was in the carriage with them.

Rhaenyra giggled at her reaction before scooching closer to Alicent, their legs touching once again, and Alicent had nowhere to go; the wall of the carriage was pressing against her other side, and the way Rhaenyra looked at her so intensely made her feel like a sheep before a Hungry Dragon.

"Ohh, so you wouldn't have a problem sleeping with someone you know and trust." Alicent opened her mouth to retort, saying she was a Lady of House Hightower and needed to keep herself pure until her father decided who she should marry, but all words died in her throat when Rhaenyra placed her hand on her thigh, close enough to her inner thigh.

"Rhaenyra, what are you doing?" Alicent asked with wide eyes from nervousness, speaking in a hushed tone as the Princess's hand slowly worked the laces of her dress, opening the bottom of her dress for her fingers to slide inside her burning core easily.

Alicent knew she should stop her; this was inappropriate, and they were in a carriage, riding through King's Landing, yet she did none of that. Instead, she shuddered; a part of her could not believe that Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen was about to use her fingers on her...womanhood.

"Has anyone ever done this with you?" Rhaenyra questioned with a sensual voice, whispering in her ear.

Alicent moaned from her voice alone. "No, but...your grace, what about Prince Daenor?"

"Don't worry about him; you know how much he loves helping people, and you know he would have tried to help you, perhaps even stick his cock inside your cunt. It will melt your brains." Rhaenyra said before biting her earlobe.

"Ohhh!!" Alicent moaned loudly for the first time since this started.

"Can you be a good girl and stay quiet for me?"

Alicent nodded emphatically.

"That's what I like to hear," Rhaenyra purred. "Spread your legs, beautiful." Rhaenyra trailed a hand across Alicent's thigh, making her shiver in anticipation. Alicent did, and Rhaenyra settled herself in the space between. She spread Alicent further apart with her fingers and sucked in an indulgent breath at the sight.

"Look at you. Who could have thought Lady Alicent Hightower could be so unfaithful."

"Rh-Rhaenyra," Alicent whimpered before quickly closing her own mouth, trying to keep herself quiet.

Rhaenyra dragged her fingertips just around her entrance, coating them in slick moisture.

"Seeing you so wet, so desperate. Do you want me to make you feel good?" She growled.

Alicent nodded.

"Beg me for it."

"Please. Please, My Princess, I need... need to feel you. I need it so bad."

Rhaenyra smiled and, at last, pushed a finger inside. She felt so hot and slick and perfect.

"How does it feel?" Rhaenyra whispered. She licked along a tendon in Alicent's neck.

"So fucking good," Alicent moaned.

Alicent rocked her hips up to meet Rhaenyra's finger, pulling her in deeper. Rhaenyra read her body language and the way she was trying and failing to control her breathing.

"Another," Alicent gasped. "Rhaenyra, please, I need— oh, fuck." Rhaenyra was happy to oblige her.

Alicent scrabbled frantically at the upholstery, looking for something, anything to grab in her fist. Rhaenyra crooked her fingers just right, and Alicent moaned, loud and sharp.

"Quiet, love," Rhaenyra murmured, not letting up her motions even a bit.

"Butitfeelssogood," Alicent whined, face burning at how needy she sounded.

"I know, my little lady," Rhaenyra cooed, continuing to massage that delicious spot at the front of her pelvis. "And you make the prettiest sounds."

Another thrust, a careful crook of strong fingers, and Alicent whined incoherently into Rhaenyra's shoulder.

"I can feel you trembling. You're so needy, taking me so well."

Rhaenyra hit particularly deep inside of her, and Alicent sucked in a gasp, her vision starting to blur.

"One more finger?"

"Can't," Alicent choked out as Rhaenyra's fingers danced against her walls. "I won't... be able to keep quiet."

"But you'd like that?" Rhaenyra paused mid-thrust to consider the possibility, and Alicent made a sound. "Let's see what we can do."

There was a dreamy gleam in Alicent's eye, her gaze toward Rhaenyra holding an adoration bordering on reverence.

Rhaenyra thought for a moment and scanned her options. She grabbed a little pillow and held it up to Alicent's lips.

Alicent's eyes went wide, then scrunched shut in a fit of breathy laughter.

"Seriously?"

"You said you could be quiet." Rhaenyra said, her nonchalance shattered by the hint of a giggle threatening to break through. "I wanted to be of assistance."

"Fuck, Rhaenyra, don't make me laugh when you're inside me," Alicent choked out.

"Shh!"

The resulting laughing fit lasted a solid half a minute and was only interrupted by Rhaenyra shifting the position of her hand and reminding Alicent exactly what they'd been in the middle of.

"Hah— are you gonna give me those or what?"

Rhaenyra grinned.

"Slap my leg if you can't breathe, okay?"

Alicent nodded. She stuck out her chin and reached for the little pillow with her teeth, but Rhaenyra held it just out of reach. When Alicent got that pouty little tilt to her eyebrows, Rhaenyra acquiesced and pushed them gently into her waiting mouth. Alicent's pupils were huge and Rhaenyra felt her shiver in delight.

Rhaenyra slicked up a third finger and slid it in alongside the first; Alicent moaned, and although it was muffled, it was still definitely audible. Just as Rhaenyra had hoped.

"Is that better?" Rhaenyra asked as she began blunter, shallower thrusts. The brand-new leather of the seats underneath them was squeaking, and it would have been funny had it not been for the way that Alicent was gyrating her hips to grind on her hand. Okay, maybe it was still a little funny.

Rhaenyra wasn't even being touched, really, but just having Alicent writhing from her fingers, breathless and debauched in half of her formal wear, brought her tremendous satisfaction.

"Hah-er," Alicent gasped around the little pillow in her mouth.

"You want it harder, my slut?"

"Mm-hm." Alicent moaned, feeling a shudder in her body when her princess called her 'a slut'. She didn't know why, but it felt right to be called that by her.

Rhaenyra increased the speed and force behind her thrusts. Alicent grabbed at Rhaenyra's ass, pulling her as close as possible and hanging on tight, and then she let out a muffled cry of pleasure; her walls gripped Rhaenyra's fingers, not wanting to let them go.

She pulled them out and licked the index finger, enjoying Alicent's taste.

"Are you all right, my slut"

Alicent blinked rapidly and nodded.

"Here, let me take these," Rhaenyra said, removing her fingers to pull the makeshift gag out of Alicent's mouth.

"You didn't need to do that," Alicent said. "I'm good, just— whew. It's intense, you know?"

"Good intense or bad intense?"

"Good," Alicent breathed.

Rhaenyra then placed the two unclean fingers just above her lower lip.

"Open your mouth."

Rhaenyra pressed the tip of her thumb against Alicent's plump, pink lips, coaxing the girl to open her mouth. Alicent's eyes fluttered closed. Her tongue darted out, curling around Nyra's thumb as she sucked gently, savoring the taste of her own juice. Nyra enjoyed her tongue; once it was clean, she pressed her other finger, and Alicent sucked on it without hesitation.

Once her fingers were cleaned, Rhaenyra brought Alicent into a searing kiss that took away the poor girl's breath. Rhaenyra's tongue easily forced its way inside Alicent's mouth; her hands gripped her sizeable breasts through the fabric of her dress.

"Rhaenyra-Rhaenyra!" Alicent moaned and whimpered as they pulled away, a string of saliva connecting their lips.

"I would like you to call me mistress when we are alone. What do you think?"

"Yes, Mistress. Whatever you want." Alicent quickly responded, feeling her cunt getting needy. Alicent had never thought that Rhaenyra dominating her like this would feel so good and so right.

At that moment, the carriage stopped before the Red Keep, and Rhaenyra quickly helped Alicent with her dress.

"Meet me tonight in front of the Weirwood Tree after the hour of the bat," Rhaenyra whispered in her ear before opening the door and walking out of the carriage.

Alicent knew she shouldn't have done this, but she had never felt better than she felt right now.

The God's Wood

After hours of waiting and her father retreating back to his chamber after telling Alicent to go and visit the King tonight, she went somewhere else instead. She knew what she was doing was wrong; the gods would see it as sinful, but she found it impossible to care. If this was a sin, why did the gods make it feel so Good?

Thankfully, she didn't see any soldiers as she sneaked into the God's Wood of King's Landing, which was rarely visited or guarded. Of all the places in the Red Keep, this was the most private.

Opening the door, she quickly passed the threshold, closed the door behind her, and turned to face the Weirwood Tree. She expected Rhaenyra, but the one sitting in front of the tree with his back resting against it was Prince Daeron Targaryen.

Alicent didn't even have time to ask herself why he was here when he talked as he noticed he was no longer alone.

"Lady Alicent, such a coincidence to meet you here." Alicent sighed in relief, knowing he didn't know about her and Nyra.

"Why are you here, my lady?" Daeron asked friendly, standing up, and as the silver moonlight fell on him only now, Alicent noticed that his chest was exposed; the shirt's lapels were pulled away, showing off his muscular chest, and Alicent wetted her lips at the sight of his beauty. She wanted nothing more than to touch his muscles and kiss them one after the other, but she escaped her daze when she remembered that he had asked her a question, and at that moment, she was just standing there like a mute fool.

"I...I come here sometimes to think, My Prince." Alicent wanted to pat herself on the back for coming up with a good enough lie.

"Ohh, I come here often, but I have never seen you before," the Prince said, and Alicent felt her heart skip a beat. Thankfully, the Prince quickly smiled back at her.

"I was about to sing a new song, my Lady. I would like someone's else's opinion this time. Can you stay here a bit longer, my lady?" He invited her.

Alicent knew she should say No, after all. Rhaenyra could walk on them at any moment, but her brain was not thinking clearly. Instead, all she could think about was the opportunity to spend time with Prince Daeron and be alone with him, and him singing a new song only sweetened the situation she was in right now.

"Of course, my Prince." Alicent accepted and walked up to him, holding up the dress with her hands. The Prince smiled at her, and his smile made her face burn. He sat down on the foot of the Weirwood Tree and patted the place next to him. Alicent smiled widely and sat beside him. She could not believe she was sitting so close to the Prince she had fancied for so long.

"I hope you like my new song, my Lady. Forgive me if it's not a good one," Daeron said with a charming smile.

"I'm sure your song is amazing, just like all the others." She said right away, her mouth moving on its own. She could feel her face turning red. Thankfully, the moonlight was obscured by the Weirwood Tree, and she was sure he couldn't see her face clearly.

"Thank you, my Lady," Daeron said before clearing his throat.

'Like the scarlet night veiling, the dark

You can hide your fear

Can lie, my dear

Dreaming like this,

spread your bloodstained wings.

Like a fallen angel, falling as you're

washed away by the winds of time.

Into the starry night like a goddess,

embrace me for eternity.

Fly into heaven.

What's the lie

What's the truth

What to believe

In my life

See the flowers breathing in the rain

Try growing to the edge of light

It's so far away to reach out to the sky

I'll seize, I'll seize the roses with my wings

We'll fly

Like a fallen angel, falling as you're

washed away by the winds of time.

Into the starry night like a goddess,

embrace me for eternity.

We'll fly away

We'll find a way

You can hide your fear

Can lie, my dear

We'll see the end.

We'll be the end.

Embrace me

for eternity.

Fly into heaven. '

Alicent felt her eyes burning with tears before clapping for him. "Amazing, my Prince." She praised him wholeheartedly.

"Thank you, my Lady," Daeron said with the same charming smile. Alicent had completely forgotten about Rhaenyra. She was enjoying this talk too much to think about her. This felt like a dream come true; she never wanted it to end.

"Tell me, My Lady. What is like in Old Town? I have never been there, and I always wanted to visit the place." Alicent could not believe that he wanted to know about her.

Without thinking, she quickly started talking about her hometown, and the Prince listened to her every word.

Before she knew it, a whole hour had passed with them still talking, and Alicent could feel herself leaning closer to him the more she talked with him.

"So your brother wore the chicken head cloth for a whole week." Daeron laughed along with her. As the laughter died down, Alicent looked up, his eyes staring back at her. His expression, his booming voice, she felt small compared to him, and she wanted nothing more than him to ravage her body, fuck her against the Weirwood Tree.

"Tell me, my lady. Is there anything you want right now?" Daeron asked as he reached up, his hand touching her cheek; she leaned against it, loving the feeling of his touch.

"You." She blurted out before she could stop herself and froze right away.

"That can easily be arranged." Before she realized it, his lips touched hers.

Alicent didn't really respond to the kiss right away. She just stood there, motionless and shocked, as Daeron kissed her.

Daeron kept kissing her, and his hands ran down her back, holding her tight and hoping his friend would eventually respond. Soon enough, she did. Slowly, tentatively, Alicent began to kiss him back. Her lips moved awkwardly against Daeron's at first, but as Daeron moaned against her mouth and deepened the kiss, Alicent became more confident and started to kiss him with more passion.

"My Prince!" Alicent moaned as he helped her up to her feet.

"My chamber," he said in a commanding way. Looking at her hazy expression, she didn't say anything but followed him blindly. Once they reached their chamber, and the door was closed shut, Daeron pressed Alicent against the door, kissing her lips with hunger.

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