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The Realm Wants For A New Queen	By : cinquefoil Category: G through L > Game of Thrones Views: 17977 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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- 1-The Realm Wants For A New Queen
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THE RED KEEP, KING’S LANDING
The girl’s posture was perfect, her expression proud and serene. Only in the moments before she spoke did you see how she was being so very careful to remember her lines.
“Your Grace, it would be a great honour to join our houses, as they were in Old Valyria. I would give you many children of pure Valyrian blood so that we might strengthen the royal line and the realm.”
Viserys Targaryen, First of His Name, King of the Andals, the Rhoynar, and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms, etc etc, paused and smiled. The girl had clearly been carefully coached, but she still seemed quite honest and genuine.
Laena Velaryon had the light brown complexion of a child with a parent of Summer Isles colouring and a parent of paler stock, which she was. She also had the curly white-blond hair of a child with Valyrian blood from both sides of her family tree, which was also true.
“Is that so? Did you father tell you to say that?” the King asked. The pair was walking through the gardens of the Red Keep, the chaperon’s distant enough to give the pair a chance to talk. Viserys was not interested in a new queen, so soon after the death of his beloved Aemma, but the demands of the throne were ever implacable.
“Yes, he did,” the girl smile, shyly. She really was a pretty child, and certain to be as striking as her mother… and perhaps as proud and stiff as her father.
“And what did your mother say?”
Another half-hidden grin, “She said I wouldn’t need to bed you until I turned 14.”
The king mostly hid his sigh and tried a wan smile instead. But Laena could see the look in his eyes, past the sadness and worry he always seemed to carry. “She said I didn’t need to, but that since I’m 12 if I chose to then you could take me as soon as we wed, my lord.”
Her eyes were bright as he chuckled, “Well, it would be up to you. Of course. Not everyone is interested in the dragon ways, not anymore. And under my rule no one is to be coerced or forced.”
“Oh yes, Your Grace, mother said so too. But my parents do follow the traditions of Old Valyria in those ways too, though we are not to discuss it with others.” She licked her lips and giggled, “I practiced using my mouth on my brother, but father says that I can’t anymore since you may want it instead, even before we are engaged. Laenor was quite unhappy, and I was too, especially because mother hired a new maid just for him! She’s his age, not even 11 summers, very pretty, and she is there just to suck his little cock every day so it grows big and hard but he doesn’t care for her, he prefers the castle boys.”
The king looked around, shaking his head ruefully. Naturally, no one was around in these private gardens, except for his family and the most trusted of servants. Corlys Velaryon, the Sea Snake, was a genuine pain in the ass, but he should have known his cousin Rhaenys would have raised her children up right.
With a casual gesture at his crotch, King Viserys asked, “And what do you want, my sweet child?”
Laena took a half step forward, then paused. Her dress was dreadfully expensive, and hardly made for kneeling, but there was a stone park bench and she only came up to the king’s shoulder even in heels. With a happy laugh, she ran over and sat perched on the corner of the bench, saying, “Your Grace, I would be honoured to drink your royal seed, I know you will be so much bigger and I can’t wait to see if it I can suck it all!”
The girl opened her mouth as Viserys tugged his britches out of the way, freeing a rapidly swelling cock. The girl, either wonderfully taught or simply a natural, cooed happily at the sight of it bobbing in front of her, then wrapped her lips around his head. It was indeed a tight fit, but she carefully kept her jaw loose and let the hot shaft fill her small mouth.
“Are you ok?” the king asked, a gentle man to the last. She nodded, her eyes fixed on his, and he began to slowly work his hips back and forth as the girl rubbed the bottom of cockhead with her tongue. Gods, that felt wonderful!
On the balcony, Princess Rhaenyra frowned. As soon as young Laena sat on the bench, the princess knew the girl was aware the quickest way to please any would be suitor was to drain his balls dry at the first chance, whether you were at a tourney, at a royal meal, or walking in the garden.
Yes, the girl clearly had sucked on something before. For being all of 12 years old, she took her king’s prick - not especially thick, but nice and long - all the way to her throat. There was no chance her father the king would have a child suck him off like this if he hadn’t already decided to wed her.
“It bothers you, does it not?” The Princess Rhaenys Velaryon, resplendent in a sapphire blue gown, sat off to the side, not even watching the courtship in the garden. An attractive woman, she idly played with an earring while the king’s teenaged daughter fretted and paced.
“My father is a king and it is his duty to take a new wife and strengthen his line,” Stopping in her tracks, Princess Rhaenyra kept her voice steady.
“I did not ask for a lesson in politics, I asked does it bother you. Knowing my daughter, I wouldn’t be shocked if she had somehow slipped out of all her clothes and was shaking her arsehole at your father right now. She’s never been allowed to put anything inside her, except her mouth, naturally. But she does keep begging.”
“Laena is your daughter; does it bother you?” the young woman couldn’t quite keep the annoyance out of her voice.
Her aunt laughed and waved a hand, “Of course it does. But I understand the order of things. Westeros is our home, but only the old blood of Valyria holds to the dragon ways. I love my children and am happy to see them enjoy their bodies, and give joy to their elders, but there is no doubt that I am conflicted by this marriage.”
Despite herself, Rhaenyra turned to the garden. Her father had his head back, the girl rapidly and skillfully moving her head now, clearly enjoying herself too. “You are conflicted because you were passed over for your cousin, my father.”
“Naturally. Oh, those old men would let me suck them off, I must have drunk an ocean of cum as a teenager, the age you are now, constantly on my knees hoping that this blowjob would be remembered when my turn came.”
“And yet here you are. The Queen Who Never Was.”
“Indeed. I hope you succeed my dear, I truly do. I respect that your father made you his heir, and I hope he sticks to it. But these men won’t let a woman rule them, so when he remarries and has male children you can be sure they will demand that boy be made heir. And you can take all the cocks of Westeros up your cute little arse but they won’t change their minds. The men of this realm had a chance to proclaim a Queen as ruler at the Great Council, but they denied it.”
“No, they denied you. I will make a new order. One day my father will-” with an effort, the girl cut herself off. Damn her aunt, she was getting under her skin.
Naturally, the older princess didn’t miss the almost confession. “Ahh, so you think you’ll be able to tempt your father to put his babe in your belly? The Followers of the Faith might have something to say about that! They look the other way when we marry cousins together, of course. And half siblings, though they mutter about it. Brother and sister? The masses start to whine about the wrath of the gods coming. But a man marrying his own 15-year-old daughter because he got her pregnant? Oh my, the High Septon would not be able to ignore that!”
Gritting her teeth, Rhaenyra growled, “I’ve been swallowing my father’s cock for years now! He will fuck me, soon, I know it! Now he let’s me eat dinner on his lap, naked, and he feeds me off his plate. But he won’t take my virginity, no matter how I ask!”
“Who is he fucking then?” Princess Rhaenyra seemed mildly curious, not spiteful, so her young cousin/aunt felt her anger falling.
“My best friend, Alicent. She has bigger tits than me, and her father the Hand gave her cunt to the king as a gift years ago. Mother didn’t care, letting him hump a teen girl was a welcome respite while she was pregnant. But now Mother is gone, and I can’t suck father’s cock enough to keep it out of her.” The Princess of Dragonstone frowned, complex feelings swirling. She loved Alicent dearly, she did, but watching her father pull his spent cock out of her bosom friend’s shaved hairless snatch was getting all too common a sight.
She could not bear to see the pity on her the woman’s face, so the young princess turned back to the garden. Her father was done, straightening his clothes as the girl used a finger to scoop up some semen from her chin. She happily sucked the royal seed and bounced up to her feet, very pleased. King Viserys grinned, and the odd pair continued their walk under the trees.
Yes, Rhaenyra had to get the king to take her flower, and soon, before the pressure of the crown had him take another wife. And who better to replace the kind and beloved Queen Aemma than her own daughter?
It’s how they did it in Old Valyria, and Rhaenyra was certain she would do it here too. Dragons do as they please, and they do not worry about the bleating of the masses.

AUTHORS NOTE: I just wanted to write a quick story based on HotD. Clearly, that scene tickled me. Any feedback is appreciated, and as always these fantasies are just that - fantasies.
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