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Jon Snow/Saera Targaryen One Shot - Help from Dear Aunt Saera

"She's building an army of ships! Do you know why?" Rhaenyra demanded as she looked at Maegor across the painted table. Daemon had gone to Harrenhal two days ago and had not informed them if he managed to capture the castle. She hoped he would soon send them a raven.

"My spies cannot read minds, your grace. Unless something is said, then I don't know why she needs the ships, but if I was a betting man, I would say she wants to use the ships to conquer Westeros." Maegor answered, a little bored, but he kept it to himself why he didn't have more information on Saera.

While his spy network was useful for learning everything in Westeros, all his little birds were from Westeros and from what he had gathered. His aunt Saer always used Valyrian to talk, and unfortunately, only two of his little birds could talk and understand Valyrian, not to mention that he had already lost five of them, and he wasn't willing to send the only two that were taught how to speak and understand Valyria to their deaths.

Rhaenyra looked deep in thought before coming up with an idea, giving her cousin a triumphant look. "I believe she will wait until this war ends. I think she hopes there won't be any dragons left in Westeros by the end, or the ones left are babies. So her one dragon will be more than enough to reconquer Westeros and to become Queen." She said with a slight edge on her voice before fully facing her cousin and speaking with a commanding voice.

"I think you should sail to Volantis and represent me. I want you to convince her to side with us and in return. She will be given the lordship of Harrenhal." Rhaenyra said commandingly, but Maegor snorted at her, not caring that she was his 'Queen.'

"Your grace, why would she want to side with us? Her idiot sons were there during the council of 101, and they said that she was a Queen at Volantis and that she was happy, whatever that means. So why did she suddenly decide that she actually wants to conquer Westeros. If King Jaehaerys and Queen Alysanne were still alive, I would understand that she wants to take what she thinks they took from her, maybe even as a revenge, but they are both dead, and what is left are Targaryens she has never met and doesn't care about. Even if she is preparing to conquer us, then she will die trying. Aegon and his sister wives had three dragons, one of whom died in Dorne. She has only one dragon and an army of slaves on her back. If I sail there, my spies here will be lost, Vermithor won't be here to support you and Prince Daemon. And let's not forget that she might decide to have me killed. I don't think she will welcome me with open arms." Maegor said sarcastically at the end, but Rhaenyra didn't appear amused.

Maegor expected as much; Rhaenyra had been a mess since the day her bastard son died.

"Your spies will be handled by Lady Mysaria," Rhaenyra said with a triumphant smile, but she was interrupted.

"I'm afraid that's not how that works, your grace. His spies won't suddenly decide to work for me. I can only use my own." Mysaria said, looking like she wanted to say more, but Rhaenyra raised her hand, making it clear not to speak again before she turned to face Maegor.

"You have Vermithor with you. The second largest dragon in Westeros. We need more allies, and right now Saera is a potential enemy, and she has a dragon. If we reach an alliance with her, then we hit two birds with one stone. The Greens can't have her, and she won't be a potential enemy in the future." Rhaenyra explained, and Maegor had to admit that she had a point. Anyone with a dragon who wasn't their ally was a potential enemy. He knew that much, but why did it feel like she was sending him to this mission in hopes of him never returning?

But Maegor wasn't afraid of this. He had faced death before, and he would face it again; he knew he couldn't disobey the order, but as he thought about it, he realized there was another way around this, and as the thought was brewing in his mind, a sly smile appeared on his face.

"Very well, your grace. I will go and get help From our Dear Aunt Saera," he said with a charming smile before he walked out of the chamber.

As he walked through the corridor, he heard someone behind. "Maegor." He stopped in his tracks and turned to face Mysaria as she ran up to him; she stopped running when she got closer, her eyes looking back at his.

"Maegor, you don't have to do this. Daemon will not allow-" "Prince Daemon has nothing to do with this Mysaria. Rhaenyra wants me gone. She knows my feelings towards her bastard children and it's not like I try to hide them. She is sending me on this mission to die. She might lose Vermithor, but she's willing to sacrifice that much, because she belives she's already winning."

"This is why you need to talk with your father, Maegor. You don't have to listen to her orders." Maegor frowned deeply; that man was no longer his father. He might have been a long time ago, but not anymore.

"Mysaria." He held her face, making her stop as he leaned closer. "You have no reason to fear for me. This is actually a good opportunity for me because Rhaenyra will simply try to find another way to get rid of me. But if I go to Volantis. I might earn an ally." Maegor explained, knowing that only the North truly sided with him; for this reason, he had been sent to the North to talk with House Stark and to convince them to side with Rhaenyra, but Cregan and Lord Stark had made it clear they were only loyal to him, no one else.

Mysaria let out a resigned sigh before holding his hands with hers. "Very well. I heard she's quite a beauty, so maybe there's more than one way to convince her to side with you." She said with a wicked smile, and Maegor chuckled in amusement, something extremely rare to see, as he leaned forward and kissed her lips. Mysaria moaned into the kiss, but unfortunately, they pulled away when they heard footsteps.

"Time for me to leave," Maegor said promptly before walking away from Mysaria.

One Week Later

Usually, it could take months for a ship to sail from Dragonstone to Volantis. But with Vermithor, he had made sure to use the islands that appeared on the sea every now and then as a resting place for his big friend. While flying, Vermithor often shoved his head into the sea before pulling it out with sea creatures between his large teeth; he even caught a whole whale once.

After flying for a whole week, Maegor and Vermithor saw the outline of Volantis on the horizon. It was not the first time he had been in Essos, but the first time in Volantis.

Maegor looked down at the vast city of Volantis.

Volantis is a port city. Its large, deep harbor is ideally placed. Volantis spreads across the mouth of the Rhoyne and across the hills and marshes on both sides of the river. The city's older districts lie on the eastern banks, while the newer districts are located on the west. These two halves are connected by the Long Bridge.

The Black Walls of eastern Volantis protect a large labyrinth of palaces, courtyards, towers, temples, cloisters, bridges, and cellars. The Black Walls are a great oval of fused black dragonstone, harder than steel or diamond, built two hundred feet high by the Valyrian Freehold. It protects the oldest part of the city on the eastern shore, often called Old Volantis. It is wide enough for six four-horse to race around its top abreast. Many inside the Black Walls keep the old gods of Valyria, but R'hllor is favored outside the Black Walls, both by slaves and freedmen. The Temple of the Lord of Light is located in the eastern half of Volantis.

The Long Bridge joins the two halves of Volantis across the mouth of the Rhoyne. It is a great span with a road supported by massive piers that the Valyrians built at the height of their glory. Its gateway is an arch of black stone carved with sphinxes, manticores, dragons, and other beasts. Buildings rise on either side of the roadway.

Maegor looked down and decided not to announce his arrival by landing with Vermithor in the middle of the city, but he knew he needed to make it clear what would happen if they tried to mess with him.

Maegor looked around, trying to locate the so-called 'Saera's Dragon,' but he couldn't see it anywhere. He wondered if his aunt had decided to lock it somewhere or if the dragon was away hunting.

Maegor spoke Valyrian to his dragon, and they soon landed just far enough from the city.

Later

Maegor walked through the gate. Surprisingly, the guards did not try to stop him, and they had no real reason to try to do that. But he knew he had yet to enter through the Black Wall. That's where he needed to be. He had seen many pyramid-like buildings from above, but one of them had caught his eyes; the largest one had a flag on the top, and the flag depicted a fire-breathing dragon with a woman riding it on a large field of fire.

Maegor knew Slave owners would try to capture him and sell him as a slave in this place.

As he walked through the city, he noticed a group of men eyeing him greedily, but he ignored them as he walked toward the entrance of the Black Wall. Maegor had to admit this was impressive. The only way for an army to pass this wall was through tall ladders or by using a Battering Ram to open the large gate enforced with metal and other strong minerals. It was almost impossible to get inside through normal means.

A long row had formed before the gate, and Maegor knew what he needed to do...

Suddenly, a burst of green flames exploded near the gate, and the people panicked and ran away. The guards caught in the fire screamed in pain, and five other guards shouted for water to be brought when another green explosive happened. Even more people ran away from the fire, the flames reaching twenty feet high, but as everyone paid attention to the fire, no one noticed a hooded figure slipping through the gate.

"Idiots." Maegor murmured under his breath as he slipped through the crowd gathered to see what was happening at the gate.

After more walking, Maegor could see the enormous pyramid-like structure getting closer. It was taller and more massive than the Red Keep. He scoffed. Why would Saera want to leave this place? The only thing Maegor didn't like was the sight of slaves. They irked him, but he wasn't here to save them.

While walking throughout the city, he saw the docks, where many ships were being built, and hundreds of slaves were working on them. Maegor knew something big was happening here, but he wondered if Saera was really trying to conquer Westeros or if she was trying to conquer other cities of Essos.

Whatever the case, he neared the front door when someone placed his hand on his shoulder from behind. As he turned to face him, it was the same disgusting man. From his rich robes and golden rings on each thick finger like a sausage, Maegor figured out what the man wanted.

"Ivestragī jikagon hen issa nykeā ao ojughagon se ondos (Let go of me, or you lose the hand.)" Maegor threatened as he noticed his little group of soldiers approaching. They weren't wearing a single piece of armor, and their weapons were big hammers and long swords; they all were tall and big to intimate, but not Maegor as the fat man laughed, and a disgusting smell made Maegor wrinkle his nose.

"Aōha accent, ao issi daor hen kesīr. Valonqari gūrogon zirȳla. Ziry jāhor gaomagon nykeā sȳz bed buzdari. (Your accent, you are not from here. Boys take him. He will do a fine bed slave.)" The moment Maegor heard that his hand moved fast, pulling out a knife from his waist, and his blade cut through the hand of the fat man.

His screams were heard as he fell to the ground, clutching the stump that was his wrist, bleeding out from his wound.

One screamed and tried to crush Maegor with his hammer, but he quickly threw a dagger at his neck. The man fell down, bleeding out from his wound as the others tried to corner him.

Maegor quickly gained distance from the approaching soldiers, making sure they were in front of him, never behind him.

The first screamed in Dothraki, using an arakh, but Maegor quickly raised his hand; the blade hit his wrist, but instead of cutting right through the skin and bone, it hit something metallic, and the Dothraki warrior was caught off guard when Maegor quickly sliced his throat with his dagger, before pulling out his short sword.

Maegor was swift and fast as he dodged upcoming attacks, trying to find an opening. One of them rushed forward, and Maegor quickly deflected his attack before slicing through his neck, but he didn't use his sword. Five more rushed him and fell one after the other. They couldn't see where the blade was coming from since Maegor used his short sword to deflect their attacks.

The last two roared in anger and rushed him. Maegor used his right hand, and a small bolt shot out from his sleeve. The small bolt hit the first one in the neck, and the second quickly tried to close the distance. Maegor dodged his attack. With his right hand, a hidden blade appeared from underneath his sleeve, and he stabbed the man in the neck. The blade quickly sank back inside the underneath of the sleeve.

"Tepagon bē, sir. (Give up, now.)" Maegor looked around, and he was surrounded by ten men holding weapons. At this moment, Vermithor descended upon them. His landing crushed five of them under his feet. The other five ran away, but not fast enough, as Vermithor bathed them in flames.

Maegor knew his cover was gone when he heard another roar. He looked up to see a dragon descending upon them. This one was strange, with large horns growing from the back of his head, and his neck had spikes growing around it from all sides. Maegor had never seen a dragon with more spikes and sharper scales. He was bright red, like blood, with dark wings. The dragon landed before them, and Vermithor roared at the unknown dragon in a challenging way; only now could Maegor see the dragon rider. She was wearing armor, a helmet, and a carpet of silver hair descending down her back.

"Qilōni issi ao, dragonrider? (Who are you, Dragonrider?)" The woman demanded, looking down at him. He couldn't see her eyes through the dragon-like helmet, but he knew she was glaring at him.

"Issa brōzi iksos Maegor hen lentor Targārien. Nyke jaelagon naejot ȳzaldrīzes rūsīr ao, jorrāelagon sodjisto Saera. (My name is Maegor of House Targaryen. I wish to speak with you, dear Aunt Saera.)" Maegor introduced himself with a charming smile and was sure he heard a gasp behind the helmet.

She reached up with her hands and pulled up the helmet, revealing her face to him. Despite being born in 67 AC, Maegor's eyes widened at the sight of her. She seemed younger than Rhaenyra as if she were stuck in her late twenties, and her beauty was breathtaking.

Saera looked down at the boy before her. It had been so long since she had seen anyone from her old Family. Sometimes, she even forgot about her old life.

Usually, she would order them to capture him, but thankfully, the soldiers he had killed were useless slaves with little use, and she noticed that Maegor was perhaps the most handsome man she had ever seen, and his name made it even better. She had seen many handsome men in her life, but this was undoubtedly the best looking one, and him being her nephew made it even better.

She wondered who was foolish enough to give him that name, but that mattered little right now. Saera decided to see how much her little nephew could entertain her. "Very well. I will listen to what you have to say, handsome nephew." Saera said with a sensual voice, but from the way he reacted, she figured he had experience with women.

Good, she thought, this meant he could please her if she decided to fuck him.

Later

Maegor reached the Throne Room of The Golden Keep, as she called it. Before him was a wide hall with two columns reaching the ceiling on each far side. On the rear of the hall was a set of wide stairs that led to the Golden Throne.

When he entered, he first noticed the Unsullied soldiers guarding the entire castle. He didn't know the exact number, but she seemed to have hundreds, perhaps thousands.

She smiled at him smugly when she noticed he was looking at her soldiers. Now that she got rid of her armor, Saera was wearing a revealing red V-neck blouse that showed much of her large chest and a loose sarong that exposed her long, slender legs with the black symbol of the Dragon adorned on it and red high heel pumps. Saera was undoubtedly the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. She had full pink lips and a gorgeous face; her attire showed the shape of her ass as she swayed her hips. Maegor wondered what it would be like to fuck her from behind or have her on her knees so he could fuck her throat.

Upon entering the hall, he noticed the many red Priestess that were present; he could see many long candles burning brightly on the sides of the wide hall. The Red Priestess were wearing red dresses, hiding their bodies, but they showed their pretty faces and red rubies glittering on their necks like red eyes.

"Do you like my kingdom, dear Nephew?" Saera turned to face him when they reached the foot of the Golden Throne.

Maegor thought she would sit on her Throne and show that she was in charge here. "Quite a beautiful kingdom, Auntie. Much better than the bleak-looking Dragonstone," Maegor said with a charming smile. He could play the same game if she wanted to play like this.

Saera giggled at his words; her bright purple eyes glittered like two purple gems. "Tell me, is The Red Keep as miserable as it used to be."

"If you are talking about the smell, then it's still there, but not as much, as for the Red Keep. Well, people of the religion decided they didn't like the tapestries." Maegor answered, and Saera gave him a cunning smile, with a hand resting on the side of her hips, as she tilted her head to the side.

"You mean the current King is a religious freak?"

"A Hightower if you can believe it. King Viserys stained his blood with a Hightower whore." Maegor spoke with a hint of bitterness in his voice. He loved his uncle but had to admit the man wasn't a good king.

Saera scoffed, wrinkling her nose as if she was disgusted, before stepping closer towards him, puffing out her chest a little to reveal more of her ample breasts. Maegor still looked at her eyes. "I was hoping someone had burned the rats by now."

"Well. I'm working on it, Dear Aunt, but burn one, and two others reveal their ugly heads. I have cut the heads of eleven of them, but I'm planning to burn the entire nest soon enough." Maegor answered, and it seemed his words intrigued Saera; then she asked more about Westeros.

Maegor saw no reason not to talk about Westeros, so he told her a little about what had happened with Westeros in the last thirty years. Saera listened intently before scoffing when he told her why he was here.

"Oh, so your little queen is afraid that I will take her little kingdom." She giggled in amusement before reaching up and touching his chest. Her fingers could feel his muscles underneath the shirt he was wearing, and she quite liked what she was feeling.

"I have no interest in that barren wasteland called Westeros. My parents are dead, and all my siblings are gone. I have no interest on a place that offers nothing new. Essos on the other hand has many things to offer me." Saera said with a hint of supremacy in her voice. She was as tall as Maegor, so she had no reason to look upwards when talking to him.

"Since you are my dear little nephew, tonight I will prepare a feast for your arrival. Don't be late." She said the last part with a hint of warning before leaning forward and kissing his lips. It was quick and light, but enough for him to feel her lips' warm and deliciousness.

She winked at him before walking past him and turning to look at one of the Red Priestess.

"Kinvara, my dear. Place my nephew to one of the Guest rooms." She ordered one of the Red Priestess before leaving the hall.

Maegor could still feel her lips against his, and he would lie if he said he didn't want to taste them again, but he quickly reminded himself that he was here for a reason. The Red Priestess walked up to him.

"Follow me, Prince Maegor." He did as he was told. The place was almost like a labyrinth.

After taking many turns, they reached a wide hall with many doors, and Kinvara led him to one of them. Opening it, he passed the threshold, but making sure to stay on guard all the time, the hidden blade on his right hand was ready to be used if he needed to kill the Red Priestess or use her as a shield.

The chamber was the most luxurious he had ever seen. The air itself smelled good, and the bed was wide and big enough for four people to sleep on it. He walked deeper into the chamber, and Kinvara stood on the doorstep, looking at him and not saying anything.

The floor was colored gold, the carpet felt good under his feet, and the chairs were all made of gold, decorated with rubies; the torch holders on the walls were decorated to look like dragon mouth, and the curtains were made of a material he didn't recognize and seemed to slip through his fingers like water, he had never touched something as soft, he wondered what it was made of, the bathtub was wide, and big enough for a group of people.

Kinvara told him that all he needed to do was pull a rope from a tight circle hole in the wall, and the water would pour into the bathtub, which was made of gold and silver.

There were two ropes, one for warm water and the other for cold water. Kinvara showed him the rest of the guest chamber, but he realized this was more like a whole house rather than a single chamber. It had a library, and she told him that he could always have a servant in his chamber if he wanted to.

Maegor knew what she meant by 'servant' but declined her offer. After showing him everything, Maegor was sure she would leave the chamber when Kinvara did something that caught him a little off guard.

"Do you need anything else, Prince Maegor?" Kinvara asked with a sensual look, and her voice made him shudder, but he quickly got hold of himself.

"No. That's all needed." Maegor said dismissively, expecting that to be it, but instead, Kinvara got hold of the sides of her dress that came together in the middle and slowly pulled them away, revealing her naked beauty to him.

Maegor sucked in a sharp breath when the dress hit the floor. Now Kinvara was naked before him; her body was nothing to scoff at, but he wondered what the play was here. Was she here to kill him if he decided to accept her advances? The ruby around her beautiful neck glittered red.

"You are not in danger here, Prince Maegor." Kinvara claimed as she slowly advanced towards him.

He was sure she could read his mind as she smiled at him; he felt an inch in his hands to touch her, to accept her, and to fuck her right now.

"How do I know that?" He decided to humor her.

"If Mistress Saera wanted you dead, she wouldn't have given you a guest chamber; she could have ordered the unsullied to kill you the moment you entered the Golden Keep. You are good, but you can't kill hundreds of unsullied by yourself. She could have killed you in many ways from the moment you walked into the Golden Keep, and you are not a prisoner here. Trust me, she's different towards people that are... prisoners here." Kinvara explained with a grim voice at the end as she stood before him, showing him all her naked beauty to him.

"So, you have nothing to fear. You can have me, Prince Maegor, as many times as you want," she said in a hushed tone, her full red lips almost touching his.

Night

"Pleasure to see that you accepted my invitation." Saera said with a bright smile as he walked into her chamber.

Once he stepped into Saera's chamber, Maegor was a little awestruck by its sheer size and grandeur. The room's vastness resonated with every step he took. It was a large square room adorned with elegant furnishings and lavish decor. The centerpiece of the common room was a meticulously crafted red tapestry that stretched from wall to wall, covering the entirety of the floor.

Embroidered onto the carpet was a sigil of the flag he saw on top of the Golden Keep. The walls were adorned with intricate murals depicting scenes of heroic battles and divine intervention, with golden accents. Crystal chandeliers hung from the high ceiling, casting a warm, ethereal glow filling the room.

As he observed the room, Maegor noticed the walls adorned with magnificent tapestries. Each tapestry depicted a unique scene, including one where a great fire cast its glow upon the blackened expanse below, awash in darkness.

However, despite Maegor's initial curiosity, his focus swiftly shifted toward the other servants bustling around the room.

The room boasted numerous women bedecked in striking red dresses akin to Kinvara's attire. Two of these figures silently glided toward Saera and swiftly brought forward two intricately designed chairs for her and Maegor. The chairs were placed in front of a meticulously crafted square table, crafted entirely from rich red wood. The delicate carvings on the table's surface featured Saera's sigil.

"I would be a bad nephew if I refused the invitation from my dear aunt." Maegor answered with a charming smile. He reached up, grabbed her hand, and kissed her knuckles, looking back up at her face as he did. He could see the lust and hunger in her eyes.

"Charming, Maegor. I hope you are hungry. I made sure my servants prepared the best for you," Saera said with an adoring smile as she sat on the other side of the table. He scooted the chair and sat down.

The other servants brought them the dishes prepared before leaving the chamber. Once the door was closed, Maegor noticed that Saera was wearing a long-sleeved red dress with gold accessories at the waist and arms, red on the outside and dark blue on the inside, and white high-heeled pumps. The dress showed her curvy body; she was undoubtedly the most beautiful woman he had seen, but he wondered how it was possible for her to look so young despite being born in 67 AC.

"I appreciate your hospitality, Saera. I'm sorry, what should I call you?"

"You can call me whatever you want, dear nephew." She winked at him as she started eating her food, and Maegor did the same. It didn't take long for her to start asking questions if he had fought before.

Maegor had many stories to tell her. He told her about the Triarchy, how they had sent someone with the nickname Crabfeeder, how they fought them, and how he had cut his body in half. She commented about them coming to her keep and asking for help.

"What did you do with them?"

"Huh?"

"The people that came to ask for help."

"Oh, the convoy that came. I stole whatever goods they had, and the people, well, I threw them in the Dark Abyss underneath the Golden Keep. I kept them there for about a month, and when they came out. They were loyal to me. I put a collar on them, and then sell them or just use them if I need them." Saera said with a small shrug, still remembering their screams.

"Oh, I didn't know a Dark Cell could do that to someone," Maegor commented, and Saera giggled in amusement, her tongue wetting her full pink lips.

"Trust me, dear Nephew. Absolute darkness and an army of rats crawling around can make any men and woman submit." She answered casually with a glint in her eyes.

Maegor's face showed nothing as he looked back at her eyes. He soon started telling her the rest, how he had protected Vale from ships without flags, how he had obtained the Valyrian Steel Sword, Red Rain. His plan to ambush the ships, his plan to ambush the group that tried to kidnap Sara Stark, and his war with House Greyjoy. She looked disgusted when he brought up House Greyjoy.

"What happened to the little rock they call home, you know I once I told...King Jaehaerys that he should use his sixteen dragons and burn their little rock to the ground until is nothing but a piece of melted rock." Saera said with disgust at the thought of the man she once called father.

"Your father was foolish then. Iron Islands should have been destroyed a long time ago." Maegor praised her with his usual charming smile, and Saera seemed pleased with his words.

"What happened to the Greyjoys?" She asked after a short moment of silence.

"The bastard had six children, and I burned four of them during the war. When the war was won. Lord Greyjoy begged to the very end to spare him. I swear I heard his head scream even after I decapitated him for a few seconds." Maegor said with a chuckle, and Saera shuddered, the lust in her eyes growing, and the way she had opened up her dress, he wondered if she was already wet for him.

"Ohhh," Saera let out a sound that almost came out like a moan. "What about his two kids? You said he still had two more brats to take care of?" Saera asked excitedly as she tried to hold herself together.

"Uncle Viserys wanted to spare them, the man was good, but he was weak as a King, so I did what I had to do." Maegor's deep voice made her whimper, and she felt even more aroused, if that was possible.

"What did you do?" Her words came out sensually as she held a goblet with her hand, and her other hand slowly worked on the laces of her dress; her dress came loose, revealing the valley of her ample breasts, the dress still hiding her pink nipples, and she knew this aroused her dear nephew even more. The thought of having him inside her aroused her more than anyone had ever done in her life. She knew it was immoral, but the way he talked, his deep voice, his beautiful features, and the words he said made her pussy wet for him, and knowing he was her nephew made it feel soooo Good.

The only one from her family she had fucked was her sister Viserra. They had messed around in her bed one night, and the two hadn't stopped until Saera had Viserra eat her cunt until she came three times. She escaped her thoughts when her nephew talked to her again.

"They slipped from a tower, dear Auntie, and with them, House Greyjoy was no more." Maegor said with a sly smile, and Saera breathed heavily.

This Maegor was just like the previous one. She had always wanted to meet the first one, but the gods had been cruel to her, and she was born after his death, but this new Maegor, he was handsome, strong, a dragonrider, and best of all, he was just like how she had imagined that Maegor would have been like.

"Oh, such unfortunate, but one thing I don't understand," Saera said as she stood up from her seat. The chair moved back as she rose to her feet, the red dress almost slipping from her form as she walked around the table and sat on the edge of the table. With Maegor right in front of her, she looked down at his beautiful eyes.

"You said you came here to support your little Queen. Is that true?" She asked sensually as she leaned closer to him.

"No. Rhaenyra. Never. I never saw her as my Queen. I never did. I came here for a different reason." Maegor admitted, and that seemed to have been the right thing to say as she slid from the table and straddled his lap, her legs spread over, her hands caressing his face as she leaned in for a kiss.

"What would that be, sweet nephew?" She asked with a hushed tone, her face leaning closer, almost kissing him.

Maegor then told her what his plan had been before Rhaenyra told him to make an alliance with her and how his plan changed. Once he was finished, Maegor could see the glint in her eyes; she pushed her body against his, up and down, her large breasts pressing against his muscular chest.

"I will help you, sweet nephew, but with one condition."

"What?"

"We should do the bedding right now." She said, finally closing the distance between them and giving him a searing kiss.

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