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The Realm's Alpha Chapter 8 (Lady Arryn and Lady Redfort)
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As the sun climbed higher in the sky, Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen stood at the entrance of the Red Keep's courtyard. Beside her, Ser Harrold Westerling of the Kingsguard stood at attention, his white cloak billowing gently in the breeze.
Rhaenyra fidgeted slightly, adjusting the dragonfly pin on her black and red dress. Her father's words echoed in her mind: "Greet Lady Arryn with all the courtesy befitting her station, Rhaenyra. Remember, your mother was of House Arryn. These are your kin."
She sighed, recalling the rumors she'd heard about Lady Jeyne Arryn and her... companion, Jessamyn Redfort.
"Nervous, Princess?" Ser Harrold asked, noticing her restlessness.
Rhaenyra straightened her posture, lifting her chin. "Of course not, Ser Harrold. I'm simply eager to meet our guests."
The knight nodded, a hint of a smile on his weathered face. "Of course, Your Highness."
Just then, the distant sound of hoofbeats and creaking wheels reached their ears. Rhaenyra peered down the long path leading to the gates, spotting the familiar falcon sigil of House Arryn.
"Here they come," she murmured, more to herself than to Ser Harrold.
Three large carriages rumbled through the gates, escorted by a contingent of guards bearing the blue and white colors of the Vale. As they drew closer, Rhaenyra straightened her back and plastered on her most welcoming smile.
The first carriage came to a stop before them, and for a moment, all was still. Then, the door swung open, and a woman with long, dark hair emerged. Lady Jeyne Arryn, Defender of the Vale and Warden of the East, stepped out with grace, her blue eyes quickly taking in her surroundings.
Rhaenyra's breath caught for a moment. Lady Jeyne was indeed as beautiful as the rumors suggested, with a face that was both strong and delicate. But what truly caught the princess's attention was the kindness in those blue eyes, a genuine warmth that seemed to radiate from within.
Before Rhaenyra could step forward to greet her, Lady Jeyne turned back to the carriage, extending her hand. Another woman appeared in the doorway, her fiery red hair a stark contrast to Jeyne's dark locks. This must be Jessamyn Redfort, Rhaenyra realized, watching as Jeyne helped her companion down from the carriage.
Jessamyn's blue dress fluttered around her as she descended, her green eyes bright with excitement as she took in the Red Keep. Her hand lingered in Jeyne's for a moment longer than strictly necessary, and Rhaenyra found herself smiling at the subtle display of affection.
Composing herself, Rhaenyra stepped forward, Ser Harrold a silent shadow behind her.
"Lady Jeyne Arryn," she called out, her voice clear and welcoming. "Welcome to King's Landing. I am Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen, and it is my honor to receive you on behalf of my father, King Viserys."
Jeyne turned, a warm smile spreading across her face as she approached Rhaenyra. She dipped into a graceful curtsy, Jessamyn following suit beside her.
"Princess Rhaenyra," Jeyne replied, her voice rich and melodious. "The honor is ours. Thank you for such a warm welcome."
"And this," Jeyne continued, gesturing to her companion, "is Lady Jessamyn Redfort, my... dear friend and trusted advisor."
Rhaenyra caught the slight hesitation in Jeyne's introduction and the faint blush that colored Jessamyn's cheeks. She pretended not to notice, instead focusing on greeting Jessamyn with equal warmth.
"Lady Jessamyn, welcome. I trust your journey from the Eyrie was pleasant?"
Jessamyn smiled, her green eyes twinkling. "As pleasant as any long journey can be, Your Highness. Though I must say, the view of your city as we approached was quite breathtaking."
"Not as breathtaking as the view from the Eyrie, surely," Rhaenyra replied with a grin. "I've heard tales of its beauty since I was a child."
"Oh, you must visit us sometime, Princess," Jeyne interjected, her face lighting up. "The Vale would welcome you with open arms. After all we are kin."
Rhaenyra nodded, genuinely warming to the idea. "I would like that very much, Lady Jeyne. Perhaps we can discuss it further during your stay here."
Jeyne Arryn curtsied gracefully, her smile genuine and kind. "Your father's invitation was most gracious."
"Indeed," Jessamyn added, her voice melodious. "We've heard much about the beauty of the capital, though I must say, the tales hardly do it justice." Her eyes flickered appreciatively over Rhaenyra as she spoke.
Rhaenyra felt a thrill of excitement at the subtle appraisal. "You're too kind, Lady Redfort. Though I must say, the Eyrie's reputation for breathtaking sights seems well-earned." She allowed her gaze to linger on both women, making it clear she wasn't just referring to landscapes.
Jeyne's cheeks colored slightly, but her smile remained warm. "You're very like your mother, Princess. She always had a way with words."
As they spoke, servants began unloading luggage from the other carriages. Rhaenyra noticed Jeyne and Jessamyn exchange a quick glance, a silent communication passing between them.
Rhaenyra gestured towards the Keep. "Shall we? I'd be happy to show you to your chambers,"
Jeyne and Jessamyn exchanged a glance, a silent communication passing between them. "A tour would be lovely," Jeyne said. "If it's not too much trouble?"
"No trouble at all," Rhaenyra assured them. As they began to walk, she added casually, "I've arranged for you to have adjoining chambers. I hope that's suitable?"
"Perfect," Jessamyn replied, a hint of suggestion in her tone. "Jeyne and I prefer to be... close."
Rhaenyra's grin widened. "I completely understand. In fact, I have a dear friend who often stays in the chambers next to mine. It's so convenient for late-night chats."
The knowing looks that passed between the three women spoke volumes. As they entered the Keep, Rhaenyra found herself looking forward to getting to know Lady Arryn and Lady Redfort much, much better during their stay.
After all, as a princess, it was her duty to ensure the comfort and pleasure of her guests. And Rhaenyra Targaryen always took her duties very, very seriously. As they talked about her life, Jeyne said.
"I must say, Princess," Jeyne remarked as they climbed a flight of stairs, "you seem remarkably well-informed about the intricacies of ruling. Your father must be very proud."
Rhaenyra felt a flush of pride at the compliment. "Thank you, Lady Jeyne. I try to learn as much as I can. After all, one day I'll be expected to rule."
A shadow passed over Jeyne's face, so quickly Rhaenyra almost missed it. "Yes, of course. It's not an easy path, being a woman in power, but I have no doubt you'll be a great queen."
"As you have?" Rhaenyra asked, genuinely curious.
Jeyne smiled, a hint of steel in her eyes. "The Vale has its own challenges, but yes, I'd like to think I've managed well enough. It helps to have loyal friends by your side."
At this, she cast a fond glance at Jessamyn, who returned it with a soft smile of her own.
Rhaenyra found herself envying their obvious closeness. "It must be wonderful to have someone you trust so completely," she mused aloud.
Jessamyn spoke up, her voice gentle. "It is, Your Highness. But such bonds aren't formed overnight. They require patience, understanding, and often a fair bit of compromise."
"Wise words, my dear," Jeyne said, her hand briefly brushing against Jessamyn's.
They arrived at a set of ornate doors, and Rhaenyra pushed them open to reveal a spacious suite of rooms. "I hope these will be comfortable for you," she said. "If you need anything at all, please don't hesitate to ask."
Jeyne and Jessamyn entered the room, their eyes widening at the luxurious furnishings. "This is more than generous, Princess," Jeyne said, turning back to Rhaenyra. "Thank you for your hospitality."
Rhaenyra smiled, pleased by their reaction. "It's my pleasure. I'll leave you to rest now, but perhaps we could continue our conversation later? I'd love to hear more about the Vale, and... well, about your experiences as a ruler."
Jeyne's eyebrows rose slightly, a knowing look passing between her and Jessamyn. "We'd be delighted, Princess. Until then."
As Rhaenyra turned to leave, Jessamyn called out, "Princess? If I may be so bold... you mentioned wanting to visit the Eyrie. Have you ever flown on dragonback?"
Rhaenyra's eyes lit up. "Many times. It's one of my greatest joys."
Jessamyn grinned, a mischievous glint in her eye. "Then perhaps you could give us a tour of King's Landing from the sky sometime during our visit? I've always wondered what it would be like to fly."
Jeyne looked alarmed for a moment, but Rhaenyra laughed delightedly. "Lady Jessamyn, I think I'm in love with you. I'd be more than happy to take you both flying."
Later
The following afternoon found Princess Rhaenyra leading Lady Jeyne Arryn and Lady Jessamyn Redfort through the winding corridors of the Red Keep. The three women made quite a sight: Rhaenyra in her black and red Targaryen colors, Jeyne in a sky-blue gown that matched her eyes, and Jessamyn in a deep green that set off her fiery hair.
"And this," Rhaenyra said, gesturing to an ornate tapestry, "is a depiction of Aegon's Conquest. You can see Balerion the Black Dread here, raining fire upon Harrenhal."
Jeyne leaned in, studying the intricate needlework. "Impressive craftsmanship. It almost makes one forget the horror of the actual event."
Jessamyn shuddered slightly. "I can't imagine what it must have been like to face a dragon in battle. Your ancestors were truly formidable, Princess."
Rhaenyra smiled, a hint of pride in her voice. "Indeed they were."
"What do you think about the upcoming Tourney, Princess? I'm sure the Queen is very happy this tourney is held in her honor." Jessamyn asked with a bright smile.
Rhaenyra's smile faltered slightly. "Yes, well... it's also to celebrate the child she carries. My father hopes it will be a boy this time."
A moment of awkward silence fell over the group. Jessamyn, seemingly unable to contain herself, blurted out, "Everyone back in the Vale hopes it's a boy too!"
Jeyne shot Jessamyn a sharp look, but Rhaenyra quickly interjected, her voice carefully controlled. "Of course. I, too, hope for a brother. The realm needs a male heir, after all."
The words tasted bitter on her tongue, but Rhaenyra maintained her composed facade. Jeyne, however, seemed to sense the princess's discomfort.
"Regardless of the child's gender," Jeyne said gently, "I'm sure your mother is grateful for your support during this time. It can't be easy, with all the pressure and expectations."
Rhaenyra's shoulders relaxed slightly. "Thank you, Lady Jeyne. You're right, of course. I just want my mother to be healthy and happy."
As they continued their tour, Rhaenyra found herself growing curious about her Arryn heritage. "Lady Jeyne, you knew my mother when she was young, well younger, didn't you? What was she like?"
Jeyne's face softened with remembrance. "Oh, Aemma was a delight. Always laughing, always kind. She had a way of brightening up even the gloomiest day at the Eyrie."
"Really?" Rhaenyra asked, eager to hear more. "What else do you remember?"
Jeyne chuckled. "Well, there was this one time when she decided to 'improve' the Arryn tapestries. She got hold of some paints and decided that the falcons needed to be more colorful."
Jessamyn laughed. "Oh no! What happened?"
"Well, let's just say that for a few months, the Arryn sigil looked more like a peacock than a falcon. Your grandfather was furious, but he could never stay angry at Aemma for long."
Rhaenyra found herself grinning at the image. "I can't imagine Mother doing something like that now. She's always so... proper."
"Becoming queen changes a person," Jeyne said softly. "But I'm sure that mischievous little girl is still in there somewhere."
Rhaenyra couldn't help but study her companions' faces as they walked. Jeyne's kind eyes and gentle smile, Jessamyn's lively expressions, and the way her eyes crinkled when she laughed. They were both beautiful, and their lips were quite something; she could feel her cock throb, imagining the same lips around her cock.
Jessamyn noticed Rhaenyra's lingering glances. A small smirk played on her lips as she said, "You know, Princess, if you have any questions for us, you need only ask. We're an open book."
Rhaenyra felt a blush creep up her cheeks. "I... I'm sorry if I was staring. It's just... you both seem so comfortable with each other. It's nice to see."
Jeyne and Jessamyn exchanged a look, a whole conversation passing between them in a moment.
"We've known each other for a long time," Jeyne said carefully. "Friendship, true friendship, is a precious thing."
"Especially for women in our positions," Jessamyn added. "It's not always easy to know who to trust."
Rhaenyra nodded, understanding all too well. "I envy you that. Sometimes I feel like everyone at court is just waiting for me to make a mistake."
Jeyne's expression turned serious. "That's the nature of court life, I'm afraid. But you seem to be handling it well, Princess. You have a strength about you."
"Thank you," Rhaenyra said, genuinely touched. "I try. It's not always easy, but I want to be worthy of my position."
As they rounded a corner, they came upon a balcony overlooking the training yard. Below, knights were practicing for the upcoming tourney, the clash of steel echoing up to where they stood.
"Ah, the sounds of men preparing to bash each other senseless for glory," Jessamyn quipped, leaning on the balustrade. "How very civilized."
Rhaenyra laughed. "You don't enjoy tournaments, Lady Jessamyn?"
"Oh, they're entertaining enough," Jessamyn replied with a grin. "But sometimes I wonder if all that energy couldn't be put to better use."
"Like what?" Rhaenyra asked, curious.
Jessamyn's eyes twinkled mischievously. "Oh, I don't know. Reading? Gardening? Learning to embroider falcons properly?"
This earned her a playful swat on the arm from Jeyne, and all three women burst into laughter.
As their mirth subsided, Rhaenyra found herself saying, "You know, I've always wondered what it would be like to compete in a tourney myself."
Jeyne raised an eyebrow. "You want to joust, Princess?"
"Maybe not joust," Rhaenyra admitted. "But the archery competition, perhaps. Or falconry. Something to show that I'm more than just a pretty face in a fancy dress."
Jessamyn nodded approvingly. "I like the way you think, Princess. Why should the men have all the fun? Besides, it would be refreshing to see someone hit a target without needing to compensate for their ego."
"It's not a bad idea," Jeyne mused. "It would certainly make a statement. Though I imagine your father might have some objections."
"Objections?" Jessamyn scoffed. "I'm sure he'd be thrilled. After all, nothing says 'royal dignity' quite like watching your daughter chase a falcon while the entire court looks on."
Rhaenyra giggled. "You paint such a flattering picture, Lady Jessamyn."
"I live to serve, Your Highness," Jessamyn replied with a mock bow. "Though if you do decide to enter the lists, might I suggest a event? How about a contest to see who can endure the most tedious small talk without falling asleep? I'd wager you'd be the undisputed champion."
The princess laughed heartily. "Now that's a skill worthy of a future queen!"
"Indeed," Jessamyn agreed. "Far more useful than knowing which end of a lance to point at your opponent. Though I suppose that knowledge comes in handy at small council meetings too."
Rhaenyra couldn't help but chuckle at Jessamyn's irreverence. "You have quite the sharp tongue, Lady Jessamyn."
"Sharp enough to match any sword out there," Jessamyn replied with a wink. "And far more entertaining, if you ask me."
Rhaenyra nodded, grateful for the advice. As they continued their tour, she found herself growing more and more comfortable with the two women from the Vale. Their easy banter and genuine interest in her thoughts were a refreshing change from the often stuffy and guarded conversations at court.
Later
"And this," Rhaenyra announced as they climbed the final steps, "is the highest point in the Red Keep. The view from here is truly spectacular."
She pushed open the heavy wooden door, revealing a circular room with large windows offering a panoramic view of King's Landing. The city sprawled out before them, a tapestry of tiled roofs, winding streets, and the glittering expanse of Blackwater Bay beyond.
"By the Seven," Jeyne breathed, her eyes wide with wonder. "It's magnificent."
Rhaenyra moved to stand beside her, their shoulders almost touching. "Indeed. This is as close as most non-Targaryens ever get to flying," she said with a hint of pride. "Though I'd be happy to take you for a ride on Syrax if you're feeling adventurous."
Jessamyn sidled up to Rhaenyra's other side, her hip brushing against the princess's. "Oh, I do so love a bit of... adventure," she purred, her voice low and sultry. "Though I must say, Princess, I'm more interested in riding something other than a dragon right now."
Rhaenyra felt her cock twitch in response, grateful for the thick fabric of her dress that hid her growing arousal. "Is that so, Lady Redfort?" she replied, matching Jessamyn's tone. "I'd be more than happy to show you some of the more... exciting aspects of King's Landing during your stay."
"I bet you would," Jessamyn winked. "I hear the Red Keep has quite a few secret passages. Perhaps we could explore them together? I promise I'm excellent at finding hidden... treasures."
Jeyne cleared her throat, a mix of amusement and mild exasperation in her voice. "The view is indeed breathtaking, Princess Rhaenyra. Though I must say, it doesn't quite compare to the sight from the Eyrie. The mountains of the Vale have a majesty all their own."
"I'm sure they do," Rhaenyra agreed, turning to face Jeyne. "Though I find beauty comes in many forms. The rugged peaks of the Vale, the sprawling expanse of King's Landing... the elegant curves of a lady's form..." Her eyes flickered appreciatively over both women as she spoke.
Jessamyn's laugh was rich and throaty. "My, my, Princess. You certainly don't mince words, do you? Though I must say, I prefer my words like I prefer my women - direct and delicious."
"Life's too short for subtlety," Rhaenyra replied with a wink. She moved to the window, gesturing for them to join her. "Come, let me point out some of the city's landmarks."
As she began her impromptu tour, Rhaenyra was acutely aware of Jessamyn pressing close to her, ostensibly to get a better view. The redhead's breath tickled Rhaenyra's ear as she leaned in to ask questions, her hand occasionally brushing against Rhaenyra's arm or lower back.
"Oh my," Jessamyn exclaimed, pointing to a distant structure. "Is that the famous Street of Silk I've heard so much about? Perhaps we could take a closer look later. For cultural purposes, of course."
Jeyne watched this display with a mixture of fondness and mild exasperation. "Jess, darling, perhaps give the princess some space to breathe?" she suggested, though there was no real reproach in her tone.
Jessamyn pouted playfully. "But Jeyne, I'm simply trying to get the full experience of the princess's tour. Isn't that right, Your Highness? Besides, I thought you enjoyed watching me... learn new things."
Rhaenyra's grin was positively wicked. "Oh, absolutely. In fact, I believe in a very... hands-on approach to education." To emphasize her point, she placed her hand on the small of Jessamyn's back, guiding her to a different window. "From here, you can see the Great Sept of Baelor under construction."
Jessamyn leaned into the touch, her body molding against Rhaenyra's side. "Fascinating," she murmured, though her eyes were fixed on Rhaenyra rather than the view. "Though I must confess, I'm far more interested in studying the architecture of your bedchambers, Princess. I hear Targaryen design is... quite stimulating."
Rhaenyra's cock throbbed insistently, straining against the confines of her undergarments. The heat of Jessamyn's body, the subtle scent of her perfume, and the blatant desire in her eyes were a heady combination.
Jessamyn leaned in even closer, her lips brushing Rhaenyra's ear. "You know, Princess, I've always wondered if dragons are as... hot-blooded as the stories say. Care to enlighten me?"
Jeyne sighed, shaking her head fondly. "You'll have to forgive Jessamyn, Princess. She can be quite... enthusiastic in her appreciation of beauty."
"Oh, there's nothing to forgive," Rhaenyra assured her, her voice husky. "In fact, I find Lady Redfort's enthusiasm quite... invigorating."
Jessamyn grinned wickedly. "Invigorating, you say? Well, I'd be happy to show you just how... vigorous I can be, Your Highness. I hear dragon-riding requires excellent... stamina."
A moment of charged silence fell over the room. Rhaenyra could feel the tension building, a delicious anticipation hanging in the air. She looked from Jessamyn to Jeyne, noting the flush on both women's cheeks and the darkening of their eyes.
"Perhaps," Jeyne said slowly, her gaze intense, "we should continue this... tour tomorrow. I think we should rest for now."
Jessamyn pouted dramatically, her lower lip jutting out in an exaggerated fashion. "But Jeyne, darling, we've barely scratched the surface! I'm sure the Princess has so many more... big and amazing things to show us. Don't you, Your Highness?"
Rhaenyra chuckled, her eyes gleaming with amusement and desire. "Oh, I assure you, Lady Redfort, I have plenty more to show. Though some of my favorite attractions are best viewed in... private settings."
"Now that sounds like my kind of tour," Jessamyn purred, running a finger along Rhaenyra's arm. "I've always been a hands-on learner, you know. Very thorough in my... explorations."
Jeyne cleared her throat, though Rhaenyra noticed her breathing had quickened. "Jess, behave yourself. We shouldn't overstay our welcome."
Jessamyn's pout deepened. "But Jeyne, we've only just begun! Think of all the... cultural exchange we could engage in. After all, isn't that why we're here? To strengthen ties between the Vale and the Crown?"
"I couldn't agree more," Rhaenyra interjected, her voice low and sultry. "In fact, I believe in fostering very... intimate alliances."
Jessamyn's eyes lit up. "Oh, I do so love a princess who understands the importance of diplomacy. Perhaps we could arrange a private summit to discuss these alliances further?"
Jeyne sighed with exasperation. "Princess. I'm a little tired. I think we can talk later."
Rhaenyra made sure to hide her disappointment, but she noticed that they could talk later about it. "Of course, Lady Jeyne. I hope you enjoy your stay here in The Red Keep."
Later
As soon as the heavy chamber door closed behind them, Jeyne rounded on Jessamyn, her eyes flashing with a mix of exasperation and poorly concealed arousal. "By the Seven, Jess! What were you thinking, flirting so brazenly with Princess Rhaenyra?"
Jessamyn laughed, the sound light and carefree as she flopped onto the plush bed. "Oh, come now, Jeyne. Where's the harm in a little harmless flirtation?"
Jeyne paced the room, her fingers worrying at the fabric of her dress. "Harmless? Do you have any idea how many things could go wrong? This isn't some minor noble we're dealing with - she's the heir to the Iron Throne!"
"Exactly," Jessamyn purred, propping herself up on her elbows. Her red hair spilled over her shoulders like liquid fire. "She might end up being the future queen... and quite the specimen, wouldn't you agree?"
A blush crept up Jeyne's neck, coloring her cheeks. "That's... that's beside the point," she stammered, though her eyes betrayed her interest.
Jessamyn's grin widened. "Oh? So you haven't noticed those striking violet eyes? Or the way her dress clings to her curves? Or perhaps..." she paused for effect, "the rather impressive bulge she was sporting by the end of our tour?"
"Jess!" Jeyne exclaimed, scandalized but undeniably intrigued. "We didn't come here to... to..."
"Fuck the princess?" Jessamyn finished, her tone teasing. She rose from the bed with feline grace, sauntering over to Jeyne. "No, my dear. We didn't come here for that. But I rather think the princess will be the one doing the fucking, don't you?"
Before Jeyne could respond, Jessamyn pressed her lips to the sensitive skin of her throat. Jeyne's protest melted into a low moan, her head tilting back instinctively to allow better access.
"Don't fret so, my love," Jessamyn murmured against Jeyne's skin. Her hands slid down Jeyne's sides, coming to rest on her hips. "Did you not see the way the princess looked at us? She wants us, Jeyne. Both of us."
Jeyne's breath hitched as Jessamyn's teeth grazed her pulse point. "But... but what if..."
Jessamyn pulled back, meeting Jeyne's gaze. Her eyes were dark with desire, a wicked smile playing on her lips. "What if we indulge ourselves for once? What if we allow ourselves to experience the pleasure only a Targaryen alpha can provide?" She leaned in, her lips brushing Jeyne's ear as she whispered, "I've always wanted to kiss a princess. Haven't you?"
Before Jeyne could formulate a response, Jessamyn captured her lips in a searing kiss. Jeyne melted into it, her earlier protests forgotten as heat pooled low in her belly. When they finally parted, both women were breathing heavily.
"Well?" Jessamyn asked, her voice husky with desire.
Jeyne bit her lip, indecision warring with want in her eyes. "I... I suppose it couldn't hurt to... explore the possibility," she said finally.
Jessamyn's triumphant grin was positively wicked. "That's my girl," she purred, pulling Jeyne in for another passionate kiss.
Jeyne pulled back from the kiss, her chest heaving and cheeks flushed. "Wait, Jess," she panted, trying to clear her head. "We can't do this. It's madness!"
Jessamyn's hands stilled on the laces of Jeyne's dress, a pout forming on her lips. "And why not, my love? Don't tell me you're not intrigued by the idea."
"Intrigued? Yes. Terrified? Also yes!" Jeyne exclaimed, pacing the room. "Do you realize what could happen if the King found out? He could have our heads for treason!"
Jessamyn rolled her eyes, flopping back onto the bed. "Oh please, Jeyne. You're being dramatic. The King isn't going to find out."
"How can you be so sure?" Jeyne demanded, wringing her hands.
Jessamyn sat up, her expression turning serious. "Think about it, love. Who would tell him? Certainly not us. And the Princess? She'd never breathe a word of it."
Jeyne paused, considering this. "How can you be so certain?"
"Because," Jessamyn explained patiently, "if the Princess told her father, she'd be implicating herself as well. And no Targaryen wants to be known as a kinslayer - even indirectly. Trust me, Jeyne. This will be our delicious little secret."
Jeyne bit her lip, still hesitant but clearly wavering. "I... I suppose that makes sense. But still, Jess... it's so risky."
Jessamyn rose from the bed, gliding over to Jeyne with a predatory grace. "Life without risk is hardly worth living, my dear," she purred, her hands finding the laces of Jeyne's dress once more. "Besides, don't you want to know what it feels like to be thoroughly fucked by a Targaryen alpha? To feel that royal cock stretching you open, claiming you in ways no one else ever has?"
A shudder ran through Jeyne's body, her pupils dilating with desire. "Gods, Jess," she moaned. "When you put it like that..."
Jessamyn grinned triumphantly, her fingers making quick work of Jeyne's laces. "That's it, love. Let yourself imagine it. The princess's strong hands on your body, her lips on your skin, her cock throbbing inside you..."
As the dress slipped from Jeyne's shoulders, pooling at her feet, she let out a breathy whimper. "Oh fuck, Jess... I want it. I want her."
"I know you do," Jessamyn murmured, pressing open-mouthed kisses along Jeyne's collarbone. "And you'll have her, my love. We both will."
