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THE MARRIED LIFE

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 ✩ Rebekah Targaryen has enough of Rhaenyra and Daemon. Feeling betrayed and abandoned after Rhaenyra saves her face by marrying Laenor, she decides to follow through and marry Malyen and moves to Summerhall, and moons later she is a proud mother to Aethan and Saeros.

𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒆/𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒕 ✩ House of the Dragon / In which Rebekah Targaryen and Malyen are married and happily live in Summerhall Castle away from court. This is a deleted scene from CH19 where the royal family and the Velaryons along with extended friends visit summerhall after the birth of Aethan and Saeros.

𝒇𝒂𝒄𝒆𝒄𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒎(𝒔) ✩ malyen velaryon x female targaryen!oc, mentions of alicent hightower x female targaryen!oc, mentions of rhaenyra targaryen x female targaryen!oc x daemon targaryen

𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 ✩ NFSW++ just smut

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Princess Rebekah's chambers were bathed in the golden glow of the fire, its crackling flames offering a rhythmic contrast to the heat that simmered between her and Malyen. A platter of fruit and wine remained untouched, their attention fully consumed by one another.

Malyen sat at the edge of the bed, his gaze fixed on Rebekah as she knelt before him. Her hair, pale as snow, cascaded over her shoulders as she took him into her mouth, her movements deliberate, each stroke an intimate dance that made Malyen groan in deep pleasure. The air in the room was thick with the intensity of their shared passion, and Rebekah's eyes sparkled with a mixture of innocence and mischief.

Malyen's breath grew ragged, his voice a low growl. "Gods, Rebekah, that feels incredible," he gasped, his hands grasping her hair, guiding her movements. Each pass of her tongue only heightened his desire, causing his hips to instinctively buck forward.

Her eyes, full of determination, met his. "Faster, Mal," she purred, the words spoken with a sultry edge that sent a shiver down his spine. "Make me feel everything."

With a loud groan, Malyen gripped her hair tighter, his voice rougher. "You're killing me, Bekah... so close..." His body reacted in quick jerks as she obeyed, quickening her pace. The sound of her moans, vibrating around him, drove him to the edge.

"Fuck, yes," he moaned, his hands gripping her tighter. "Suck harder, make me lose control."

Rebekah complied without hesitation, her mouth moving faster, her tongue swirling in an increasingly desperate rhythm. She pulled back with a soft pop, her lips glistening as she met his eyes with a teasing smile. "I want to see you lose it, Mal. I want all of you."

Without waiting for his reply, she climbed onto his lap, her nightgown slipping from her shoulders, exposing her naked form. Malyen's eyes darkened with desire as he felt her bare skin against his. "I need you inside me," she breathed, her voice thick with longing.

He wasted no time, positioning himself and thrusting into her with a groan of satisfaction. Rebekah's body arched, her hands gripping his shoulders as she cried out in pleasure. "Oh, gods, yes!" she shouted, her voice full of need. "Go faster, harder!"

He complied, his thrusts growing more forceful, his body moving with primal urgency. Rebekah's fingers dug into his skin, her breathing shallow. "Yes, just like that!" she cried, her voice echoing in the room.

Malyen's hands moved to her chest, pulling her nightgown off completely. "I want to see all of you," he growled, his hands squeezing her breasts, his thumbs teasing her nipples.

"Don't stop," she gasped, her voice desperate. "Suck them, Mal. Please."

He obeyed, his lips wrapping around her nipple as he sucked deeply, his tongue flicking over the sensitive skin. Rebekah moaned loudly, her back arching as she pressed herself closer to him. "Yes, just like that," she breathed, her voice trembling with pleasure.

His pace quickened, their bodies moving in a frantic rhythm as Malyen's release neared. Rebekah's cries of pleasure grew louder, her hands gripping him tighter. "Mal, I'm so close," she gasped, her body shuddering with anticipation.

With a guttural groan, Malyen thrust into her once more, his release crashing into her as she cried out in ecstasy, her body convulsing around him. He held her tightly as they both succumbed to the intensity of their shared climax.

As their bodies slowly relaxed, Malyen pulled her into his arms, kissing her forehead tenderly. "Gods, Rebekah, you're amazing."

Rebekah smiled lazily, her eyes half-lidded with satisfaction. "I love you, Mal. Always."

The quiet of their chamber enveloped them, the firelight casting soft shadows across their tangled bodies. Rebekah rested her head on Malyen's chest, his hand gently stroking her hair. The earlier frustrations of their day seemed far away now, the only sound in the room the rhythm of their breathing.

"How do you always make everything better?" Rebekah asked softly, her voice barely above a whisper.

Malyen chuckled, his chest vibrating under her ear. "It's easy when I have someone as incredible as you by my side."

Rebekah lifted her head slightly to meet his gaze, a fond smile on her lips. "You always know the right things to say."

He grinned, brushing a strand of hair from her face. "And you, my love, make every moment feel extraordinary."

They shared a quiet kiss, the depth of their feelings for each other evident in the tender brush of their lips. But as the warmth of the moment settled, the sound of footsteps outside the door interrupted their peace. Rebekah's expression shifted, a hint of concern appearing in her eyes.

"You think they'll come looking for us soon?" she asked, her voice tinged with resignation.

Malyen sighed, nodding. "It's only a matter of time. The celebration's still going on, and they'll notice our absence."

Rebekah nodded, pulling the covers closer around them. "Guess we should get dressed and face our duties."

Malyen's hands lingered on her shoulders, his touch reassuring. "We'll face them together. And when it's over, we'll always have each other."

Rebekah smiled, her heart lifted by his words. "You're right. We'll get through this. And then we'll have our time."

Reluctantly, they rose from the bed, their movements slow and tender as they began to dress. Malyen helped Rebekah with her gown, his hands lingering on her waist as he kissed her softly.

"Ready to face the vipers?" he asked, a mischievous glint in his eye.

Rebekah chuckled softly. "As ready as I'll ever be."

With one final shared look of understanding and affection, they left their chamber, hand in hand. The celebration continued around them, the laughter and music filling the halls of Summerhall, but beneath it all, the tangled emotions and relationships of their family lingered, just below the surface.

King Viserys, ever proud, continued to hold the twins, Aethan and Saeros, showing them off to the guests. Rebekah smiled at the sight of her father with her children, grateful for this peaceful moment despite everything.

Laena and Daemon remained near the center of the gathering, their dynamic a mix of grace and tension. Daemon's intense gaze never strayed far from Rebekah, his emotions a volatile mix of desire and jealousy.

Alicent, standing by King Viserys, cast lingering looks at Rebekah. Her eyes were filled with silent longing, a reminder of a love that never fully materialized.

Malyen, ever perceptive, noticed the shifting emotions around them and gave Rebekah's hand a gentle squeeze. "Let's focus on the positive," he murmured, his voice reassuring. "Today's about our family and the future we're building."

Rebekah nodded, her resolve steady. "You're right. Let's make the most of this."

They rejoined the guests, engaging in conversation and celebrating the moment. Amidst the complexities of their lives, Rebekah and Malyen found comfort in each other, knowing they could weather any storm together.

As the evening drew to a close and the last guests departed, they returned to their chambers, the day's events still fresh in their minds but overshadowed by the quiet peace they shared.

Rebekah looked at Malyen, her eyes filled with affection. "Thank you for being my rock today. For everything."

Malyen pulled her close, his lips brushing against her forehead. "I'll always be here for you. No matter what."

The sun dipped below the horizon, casting a golden glow over the sprawling lands of Summerhall. The terrace was quiet, save for the soft rustle of leaves in the wind. Rebekah stood alone, her eyes tracing the contours of the lands stretching out before her, but her thoughts were far from the view. Instead, they were consumed by the woman who had once held her heart—Alicent Hightower.

Alicent stood at a distance, watching Rebekah with a mixture of longing and frustration. She had always been possessive of her, yet seeing Rebekah so distant, so far from her grasp, ignited something sharp and bitter inside her. The jealousy that she had buried for so long surged back to the surface as she took in the sight of Rebekah, her former lover, standing in the fading light of Summerhall, so close yet so unreachable.

With a deep breath, Alicent approached, her footsteps quiet against the stone. Her green eyes, filled with an intensity that betrayed her composure, never left Rebekah as she closed the distance between them. When Rebekah turned to face her, Alicent couldn't suppress the ache in her chest. The sight of her—the way her gaze lingered over Alicent—made her heart race.

Rebekah's eyes sparkled with a mixture of admiration and longing, but she also noticed the way Alicent's form had changed over the years—rounder, more filled with life, more motherly. Her pregnancy was evident now, and there was something about it that only made Rebekah want her more. Alicent had always been beautiful, but now, the fullness of her body seemed to heighten her allure in a way that Rebekah could never have imagined.

"You look stunning," Rebekah whispered, her voice low as she took a step closer. She reached out, fingers brushing against the delicate fabric of Alicent's dress, a teasing smile on her lips. "Pregnancy suits you. You're... hot, Alicent."

Alicent's breath hitched at the comment, a wave of heat flooding her body at Rebekah's words. She hadn't expected the reaction to be so visceral, but the way Rebekah's eyes drank her in, the lustful gleam in them, made her stomach flutter and her pulse quicken. A part of her wanted to pull away, but another, much stronger part of her wanted to stay and let Rebekah's gaze strip her bare.

Alicent's chest rose and fell with each breath, the weight of Rebekah's stare pulling her closer despite herself. "You always know how to get under my skin," Alicent murmured, her voice thick with desire. "You always did."

Rebekah's fingers moved to the strings of Alicent's dress, tugging them gently, slowly loosening the laces one by one. The deliberate motion was intoxicating, and Alicent's body responded immediately—her skin flushing, her breath coming faster as Rebekah's hands slid over her waist. The tension between them was palpable, the pull of their shared history too powerful to ignore.

Rebekah leaned in, her lips brushing against Alicent's ear as she whispered, "Still as beautiful as ever. I can't seem to stop wanting you."

Alicent's pulse quickened as Rebekah's lips lingered near her skin, her hands now pressing more firmly against her body. She swallowed hard, but the words that followed were impossible to suppress. "You can't be serious," Alicent said, her voice thick with longing and frustration. "You don't get to walk away from me and then look at me like this."

Rebekah's eyes met hers, a smirk tugging at her lips. "I've always wanted you, Alicent. But you... you've always kept me at arm's length. You're always with him." She nodded toward the distant figure of King Viserys, her words laced with bitterness. "And now you're pregnant, with his child again."

Alicent stiffened, but Rebekah's fingers found their way to the soft flesh of her chest, pinching gently, a provocative motion that drew a gasp from Alicent's lips. She couldn't help the soft moan that escaped her as Rebekah's fingers worked their magic, and the sensation of being marked, of being desired, was enough to push her over the edge.

Her face flushed with heat, and her chest heaved as she struggled to regain some semblance of control. "You—" Alicent gasped, but Rebekah's lips captured hers in a kiss that stole the air from her lungs.

The kiss was urgent, hungry, and full of everything they had left unsaid. Rebekah's hands roamed to the back of Alicent's dress, pulling it down slightly, exposing more of her skin to the cool evening air. Alicent's hands moved to Rebekah's hair, tugging her closer, deepening the kiss as if she were trying to make up for all the years they had spent apart.

But just as quickly as it had started, Rebekah pulled away, breaking the kiss with a soft gasp, her lips barely an inch from Alicent's. She stared into Alicent's eyes, her chest rising and falling with each breath. "I love you, Alicent," Rebekah whispered, her voice tender and filled with emotion. "I can't keep doing this. I'm with him now."

Alicent's eyes shimmered with unshed tears, her hand trembling as she reached out to touch Rebekah's cheek. "It's not too late for us, Rebekah," she whispered back, her voice raw. "It's never been too late."

But Rebekah took a step back, her heart heavy. "It's over," she murmured, her voice filled with sorrow. "We can't go back. We both know that."

With one last lingering look, Rebekah turned and walked away, leaving Alicent standing on the terrace, her heart aching for what could never be. The only sound that remained was the rustling of the wind through the trees and the fading whispers of a love lost.

Alicent stood frozen on the terrace, her chest heaving with a mixture of desire, anger, and heartbreak. The quiet wind seemed to mock her as it swirled around, carrying with it the image of Rebekah as she walked away, leaving her behind, just as she always had. But that was not the worst part. No, the worst part was what she saw next.

She turned sharply, her eyes narrowing with fury as she spotted them—Rebekah and Malyen. They stood at the center of the courtyard, too oblivious to the world around them, consumed by each other. Malyen Velaryon's strong frame loomed protectively behind Rebekah, his hands resting possessively on her hips as if staking his claim. His fingers curled gently around her waist, pulling her closer, yet Rebekah didn't seem to mind. In fact, she leaned into him, her head tilted slightly toward his, her lips meeting his in a kiss so unrestrained, so raw, it made Alicent's blood run cold.

Alicent's breath caught in her throat, her fingers clenching tightly into fists at her sides. It was almost obscene how the two of them were practically attached to one another, their bodies locked in a display of intimacy that was impossible to ignore. Rebekah, once hers, now so free with Malyen, letting him have her in front of everyone. The way they couldn't keep their hands off each other—it was as if they were two people who had never known restraint. Their passion, their proximity, the possessiveness—it all stung like a thousand needles to Alicent's heart.

How dare she? Alicent thought bitterly, her teeth gritting together in barely controlled rage. This is who you've become now?

Her eyes darkened with jealousy as she continued to watch, unable to tear herself away from the sight of her former lover in the arms of another man, as though Alicent had never mattered. As though the years they had shared meant nothing. The way Rebekah's hand slid down Malyen's chest, the way they shared whispered words, their closeness, their laughter—it was all too much.

The flames of jealousy surged in Alicent's chest, her blood boiling at the sight. My Beks, she thought, the pet name twisting in her mind, you've become nothing more than a common woman of the brothels—sprawled out for all to see, giving yourself away as if it means nothing.

Her eyes followed the slow, deliberate way Malyen's hands roamed over Rebekah's body, the possessive grip that had been so familiar to Alicent. She wanted to scream at him to keep his hands off her—off of what is mine—but there was nothing she could do now. The jealousy that had festered in her heart for so long now erupted in full force.

How unseemly, Alicent thought, watching as Rebekah laughed, her head thrown back in that carefree way that had always driven Alicent wild with admiration. But now, it made her sick to her stomach. That laugh, once a sound of love shared between them, now seemed so... tainted. She had become his woman, not hers.

Alicent took a step forward, a surge of anger flooding her veins, her breath short and quick. She could feel the heat rising in her chest, the overwhelming desire to storm over to them and tear them apart, to pull Rebekah away from Malyen, to remind her of who she truly belonged to.

But she knew she couldn't. Not yet. There was no going back, no reclaiming what she had lost. Rebekah had moved on. And if she didn't stop this madness, if she didn't find a way to get Rebekah back, she feared her once-beloved would slip further into Malyen's possessive hold, into a life she hadn't earned.

With a sharp, ragged breath, Alicent turned away, her eyes burning with a mixture of rage and frustration. She couldn't keep watching. She couldn't let herself witness the unraveling of everything she thought she could have had with Rebekah.

As she walked back into the castle, her footsteps heavy, the weight of what she had lost pressed on her like a thousand stones. Her heart was torn between a suffocating possessiveness and an ever-growing resentment, and for the first time, Alicent felt utterly powerless.