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Elia Martell is set out to be her brother’s betrothed after Cersei Lannister is denied and her own with him is broken by her father and it itches away at her skin. It is simply not right, not when she is available — or will be available in just a few years. Targaryens are meant to marry other Targaryens and even better since she is his sister. They’re practically meant to be together, Rhaegar and Daenerys. It is why they were betrothed at birth but her father says he needs an heir now.
Her father denies her requests to bring her old new back, saying that she is not a woman yet and that Rhaegar needs to marry now. It is for that reason she prays in the royal sept, before the Mother and Maiden, begging them to give her moonblood. They do not answer her prayers and neither do the old gods and so she searches in the books of the library for an answer. It is then she stumbles upon a secret compartment filled with letters.
Daenerys finds out rather quickly that they are not letters — not in the traditional sense, at least — but rather, a guide of Valyrian culture written in High Valyrian, her mother tongue. They describe the Fourteen Flames and how their gods and goddesses are named after them. She reads about their customs and wonders how they could lose all this valuable information and stop partaking in their traditions. She suspects these writings are from before or just right after the Dance of Dragons and wonders if what she holds in her hands was written by Rhaenyra Targaryen, The Half-Year Queen, or mayhaps Daemon Targaryen, the Rogue Prince.
That night she prays to Syrax, goddess of fertility and destruction alike, praying for her moonblood, for her father to understand that his heir’s heir should be pure as well. She should be her brother’s bride. Her mother tried to get her to understand his decision, talking of war and marriage alliances, but Daenerys did not and still does not care for such information. Rhaegar is hers just as she is his.
The next morning she wakes with blood on her sheets and weeps— she weeps such happy tears. There is no need for her brother to marry Elia Martell, after all. She shall remain a Dornish princess while Dany will be her brother’s future queen, as it should be.
Her father weeps with her when she brings him her sheets and hugs her tightly — it hurts her but it is not so horrible — while kissing her head, whispering apologies. It is perhaps the most affectionate her father has ever been to her and she soaks it in while it lasts. Her mother weeps too, but they are not happy tears. That is fine to her because Dany has enough for the both of them.
When Rhaegar finds out, her hair is being braided by one of her handmaidens. He knocks and he is announced by a Kingsguard or perhaps a servant nearby and her handmaiden excuses herself, closing the door behind her as she leaves them alone. She smiles at her brother but she falters when she sees his frown.
“What is wrong, Rhaegar?”
“What is wrong,” he begins, “is that Father just informed me that we will marry in less than six moons. I was set to marry Princess Elia Martell of Dorne which would have created an alliance between our two kingdoms.”
Dany does not comment on the fact that Dorne and therefore, the Martells, are under their rule as they, the Targaryens, are rulers of the Seven Kingdoms. Instead, she comments on something else.
“And what is wrong with marrying me? We are Targaryens, are we not?”
Her brother breathes out through his nose and pinches the bridge of his nose; a sign that he is not fully annoyed but like someone has thwarted something he had been planning. She knows all of his ticks by now.
“It is not so simple, Dany.” He comes closer to her and caresses her face and places a kiss on the top of her head.
“Then explain it so it is. Rhaegar, you love me, yes?”
He nods defeatedly. “You know I do.”
Dany smiles up at her brother. “Then you must know that if it was not you I married, it would be some other Lord since Viserys is much too young for me, as a princess, to marry.”
His shoulders slacken and she knows she has him, but she needs him to understand how much of a blessing this truly is.
“Besides, brother, the gods themselves have blessed this union. I prayed last night to have my moonblood so Father could unite us, but not to the old gods or the new. Rather it was to our gods, the Valyrian ones, specifically Syrax.” Dany smiles at him and takes his hands in her own — they’re so much larger than her own — and squeezes them tightly. “It is a good thing because we are the blood of the dragon. It is only natural for us to marry.”
Rhaegar smiles at her gently. “If that is the will of our gods, how could I ever go against them when it is you they reward me with?”
It feels good to be wanted in return, Dany thinks as her brother embraces her.
Six moons pass too slow for her liking but it is now the day of her wedding. Her mother helps her get ready as do her many handmaidens and a few ladies in waiting. They all gush over how beautiful she is and how lovely it is that she will be the future queen which makes her preen. She is proud to be her brother’s future queen. She will soon be the mother of his heirs too, which is exciting. She hopes to be unlike her mother and give Rhaegar many children to bring House Targaryen back to its former glory, without the dragons that is, but oh, how lovely would it be.
Then, it is time.
Rhaegar is truly the epitome of a Targaryen. She loves him and she knows he loves her too. She has memorized the words and so as the High Septon asks them to pledge their love, she does and so does he. Rhaegar leans down to kiss her and she kisses him enthusiastically back before pulling away, a blush staining her cheeks as she hears loud cheers in the crowd and then she is his wife.
The feast is a wonderful, extravagant thing. She gets many gifts but her favorite is a case of three dragon eggs. They’re rock solid, of course, but they deserve to be with a Targaryen even if they won’t ever hatch. It is a part of their history.
Before she knows it, it is the end of the night. She knows what the bedding ceremony is and what it entails but she doesn’t want anybody but her brother’s hands on her. Thankfully, her brother calls an end to it. As a compromise, he sweeps her off her feet which makes her let out a delighted shriek and the crowd goes wild as he carries her off to his— their chambers.
When they arrive, the doors to their room are already open and he takes her in and puts her on her feet and she sways, still woozy from the wine, as he closes the doors. Silently, they undress and get ready for bed. He finishes first and sits on his bed, staring at her as she undoes her many braids and before she knows it, she is in a shift and she stands before him.
Daenerys knows her duty but they are not truly wife and husband yet. They won’t be until he takes her to Dragonstone and wed there in the tradition of their house.
“Dany, come here.” Her brother beckons to his open lap and she goes immediately to sit on it and leans her head on his shoulder as his arms wrap around her waist. “I know you wish to wait until we get to Dragonstone but… there are things we can do besides consummation, things to help ease the pain of losing your maidenhead.”
She looks up at him through her lashes. She had been aware of such. Everything she read or was told informed her that it would be terribly painful.
“How?” She asks curiously.
Rhaegar smiles at her and kisses the corner of her mouth. “Would you like me to show you how?”
“Yes, please.”
And so he lays her down on the bed and strips her of his shift. For a moment, he just stares and it makes her feel vulnerable and she goes to cover her private bits but he stops her.
“You are just so beautiful, sweet sister, that I could not help but admire the body of my perfect, little wife.”
Dany blushes but moves her hands so they rest on her stomach once more. His hands trail over her body, lingering on her small breasts and her thighs before one stays at her waist and the other goes to cup her face and she does the same except one goes to his face while the other wraps itself around his head. He leans down to kiss her and it is different from any kiss they have shared. His thumb makes her open her mouth wider and his tongue enters her mouth. It is different but it is nice and she tries to recreate his actions which has him smile against his lips.
After kissing for quite some time, Rhaegar lowers himself down her body, leaving quick kisses in his wake, until his mouth is near her private place between her legs. She knows she is redder than before.
“Prop up your elbows, Dany. It’ll be more comfortable and I want you to see what I’m doing.”
She does what he asks and she can see him better like this.
“I’m going to put my mouth on you here now.”
“Isn’t that… improper?”
Her brother grins and answers, “Not between man and wife, which we soon will be.”
She nods because that makes sense and then he starts. It is an odd sensation, the warmth and wetness of his mouth on her. He licks long stripes first and she giggles at the feeling and then his tongue swirls around something at the top of her lips and she gasps.
“What I just licked is called your clit.” Rhaegar tells her. “It is a small bundle of nerves and if stimulated properly, it will make you peak. Do you know what that means?”
“It is when a man or woman comes, yes?”
“Indeed. However, it is not the only way to make a woman peak. Inside of you, there is a spot that, again, is properly stimulated will make you peak.”
“Will you show me how?”
“Of course.”
And he does.
First, he makes her peak from her clit, licking it and sucking at it, and she learns what an orgasm feels like. Her whole body convulses and she whines, especially when he keeps sucking and nibbling it during her peak.
Then, when she is wet enough, he pushes a finger in her. It hurts; the stretch of it all was overwhelming, even more when he adds another. However, when he prods that spot he talked about, it feels so good.
She falls asleep after the many orgasms he gives her and it is the best sleep she has had in years— since she was last allowed to sleep beside him.
Each night on the ship while they travel to Dragonstone, Rhaegar makes her peak with his mouth and fingers and teaches her how to make him peak with her hands and mouth. It makes him crave him as only a wife should a husband. She wants him inside her already, but it was her decision to wait until their true marriage so she doesn’t complain or pout… much.
They arrive in the morning and Dany practically jumps for joy but restrains herself because there is a retinue that has come with them. They plan to stay on Dragonstone even after the wedding because it is their keep before Rhaegar leaves to ascend the Iron Throne.
The septon of Dragonstone, having already been informed of their plan to marry, has the necessary items on hand for them to wed when they find him. He had found matching wedding garbs and accessories and he knows how to conduct the ceremony, despite her not sharing the well of information she had found. Mayhaps he had contacted Uncle Aemon at the wall. She knows this is meant to be traditionally conducted by another Targaryen but this is what she has and it is enough.
She feels like a queen in the outfit and headdress and wonders if she can fashion her future crown into something like it and cream colored fabric stained red to look like blood with golden embellishments are such beautiful details. She is mostly prepared for her wedding as soon as her handmaiden finishes braiding her hair into something simple yet elegant but there is one thing she has left to do so she excuses her.
As soon as she is gone, Daenerys lifts up her dress and sits on her chaise lounge. She licks her fingers and sucks on them, getting them wet and then she slips them inside of her entrance. She takes in a sharp breath, as she always does when something enters her, and then slowly, the way Rhaegar taught her, she thrusts them in and out, curling them slightly. She adds another finger since Rhaegar’s… cock will be much bigger than her fingers and winces at the slight stretch. She continues until her hand is dripping with her arousal and she slips them out with a soft sigh and wipes her hand clean and goes to find her soon-to-be husband.
She finds him at the entrance and he offers her his arm. She takes it and they both walk to where the septon waits.
With a piece of dragonglass, he cuts her lip and presses into it with his thumb and marks the Valyrian character of fire in the middle of her forehead and then she repeats the same process but draws on the character for blood.
They slice each other’s palm and put them against each other and the septon wraps the piece of fabric around their hands and clasp tightly despite the pain, signifying the way they will be tied forever as he begins the process of their vows, spoken in High Valyrian perfectly. He hands her a goblet to which she drinks a sip from and then hands it to her brother who does the same and then hands it back to the septon. He finishes the vows and they are now man and wife and so Rhaegar grabs her by her chin and kisses her passionately which she returns in full.
It takes too long to get to their shared chambers but once they are in, Dany begins to strip his clothes from him and he does the same. She has been waiting for this for what seems like a lifetime but it’s been less than a week. Rhaegar must have been waiting even longer and she finds the thought of him wanting her makes her wet.
Once he is naked, though, Dany stares with wide eyes because she hadn’t realized just how big he is. It makes her gulp and makes him chuckle as he caresses her cheek.
“What is wrong, sweet sister?”
She looks back up at him and tells him quietly, “I don’t think you’ll fit.”
He smirks, kissing her lips and pushing her back on the bed and she scooches to the middle.
“I will.” Rhaegar tells her so confidently and if he’s so confident, then she'll borrow his own confidence.
“Okay then.”
She pulls him down into a kiss, her hands on the sides of his head, and one of his hands fists in her hair while the other reaches between her legs.
In between kisses, he remarks, “I see you prepared yourself.”
Dany only smiles into his kisses and grinds against his fingers rubbing at her slit. Innocently, she tells him, “I only did what you showed me.”
“Good girl.”
He slips a finger inside of her and she inhales sharply. His fingers are so much bigger than her own. He moves it around her swirling it, in and out, and she moans into his mouth, back arching as he adds another finger.
He moves his kisses to her neck and he nips and sucks on her skin which has her moaning with soft pants. He finally adds his third finger and she hisses at the stretch but doesn’t tear up.
“You’re doing so good, Dany. Just a bit more and then I can enter you.”
She preens at his praise. He pulls away from her neck and he’s staring at her again with dark eyes as he fingers her and rubs at her clit with his other hand and she grips the sheets. She can feel that familiar feeling that comes when she peaks and she closes her eyes and holds her breath but then he withdraws his fingers away from her and she opens her eyes, disappointed.
Rhaegar grins at her. “The first time you’ll be peaking tonight will be on my cock, sweet wife.”
That makes her butterflies flutter in her belly and she just nods her head dumbly.
Dany watches as he grabs his already hard cock — had he been stroking it already? — and presses it against her slit and then he pushes in and suddenly the tip of him is in her and she cries out in pain.
“Too big, Rhaegar. You’re too—”
Rhaegar covered his mouth with her hand and shushed her.
“You can take it, Dany. You have to.”
She nods, eyes tearing up, and he uncovers her mouth and kisses her with his eyes near lidded but watching her reaction as he slowly slides in her and she whines and lets her tears fall which he licks away.
“You’re doing so good, Dany. My perfect little wife. I’ve always wanted you, sweet sister. I’m so glad I got to have you like this.”
She can’t respond through the pain but she smiles weakly at him. It’s so nice to hear he’s always wanted her, even though she has always known. It’s still nice to hear it in his words.
When he is fully sheathed in her, she breathes in deep breaths and he allows her a moment to get used to his full size and then he begins to slide in and out of her. It is uncomfortable at first but she gets used to it after a few minutes.
“Rhaegar—” She whines as he begins to rub her clit.
“There we go, my little wife. You’re close. I can feel it.”
She nods because he’s right and because she wants to peak around him and wants his seed inside of her.
His thrusts become rougher as she snaps inside of her, picking her up her hips and fucking in her at an angle as she sits on his knees. It allows him to get further and she moans loudly at the change. He grunts as she squeezes around him.
“Gods, you feel so god, Daenerys. I feel like a boy with the way I’m about to spill inside of you so quickly.”
“Yes, please. I want it, Rhaegar. Please, please, please, husband.”
“How can I deny you, sweet wife?”
He pinches her clit and gently and it’s what pushes her over the precipice and she comes around his cock while he continues to thrust into her. Quickly, as she continues to spasm around him, Rhaegar’s hips stutter and he bottoms out inside of her as he spills his seed inside of her.
Her husband lets her fall back on the bed gently but he stays inside of her as they both recover. It feels nice to have him still inside. It no longer burns— well, no more painful burning. Eventually, he softens and slips out of her and she watches his seed trickle out of her. It is an erotic sight.
“Was I good, Rhaegar?”
He kisses her forehead and replies. “The very best, Daenerys. The most perfect wife I could have ever been granted.”
She smiles like a fool, so happy that she is finally his wife in truth. It won’t be too long before she is with child. She expects it won’t be too long before their next round either, which she does not mind. She looks forward to it, even.
Daenerys is so glad she found those manuals, otherwise she may not be in this position. However, her gods had answered her pleas and she now has what she has always wanted, a permanent place at Rhaegar’s side.