a shorter and sweet chapter after so much heavy shit

ALSO WE REACHED 300K???? IDK how that happened but I cannot express enough gratitude

Visenya waited anxiously, watching the sky for any sign of Dreamfyre. She was anxious to see her sister and meet Aerys.

Aemond stood next to her, Maegor sitting on his shoulders. He was careful not to touch Aemond's healing scar, but he liked to claim he was taller than both his parents. "Where's Jaehaera?" He asked.

"They're due soon, sweetling, don't worry."

"Hm," Maegor frowned. "Qogralbar."

*Fuck

"Whoa!" Visenya and Aemond both spoke in shock.

Maegor looked down at Aemond as he giggled. "You say it all the time!"

"That's because we are grown, Maegor. When you are grown, you can speak however you like. But for now, you are a young and polite prince," Aemond spoke.

"Pft," Maegor sighed, letting out a huff of air that blew into his bangs. Visenya reached up and ruffled up his curls.

"Please do not try to grow up too fast, Maegor. You are already getting too old for me to keep up with you."

"I am six, Mama."

"I know," Visenya whispered, looking at him with a look of distant longing. She still was not used to having Maegor without his other half, and it had been over a year.

"Look!" Maegor yelled, pointing to the sky.

Visenya looked up and smiled at the sight of Dreamfyre. Shrykos and Morghul struggled to keep up but they were trailing Dreamfyre.

Helaena was riding her dragon. The twins were still too young to ride theirs, as their dragons were not yet ready to be mounted, so they travelled in wheelhouses. Unlike Maegor and Laenora, Jaehaera and Jaehawerys were a bit more cautious with their dragons. Up until the day she died, Laeny had tried to mount Verleys constantly. Maegor had already mounted Veraxes but Visenya had not let him take flight yet.

Visenya and Aemond backed up, waiting at the landing platform at the Dragonpit, to give room for Helaena to land. Visenya paid no mind to the large gust of wind that came from the large dragon landing, anxiously waiting for Helaena to step down. Once she did, Visenya ran to hug her.

"Sister!" They both exclaimed.

"It is swell to be back," Helaena smiled. "I can not wait for you to meet Aerys. He looks much like his father."

"Are the wheelhouses far behind?" Visenya asked.

"No, we kept up with them for the most part. But I was anxious to land, as was the younger dragons. Shrykos and Morghul have grown, but still not enough for long flights. They need more exercise."

"Dragons were not meant to be chained up. But I suppose the Maesters and smallfolk might have my head if I allow all dragons to be free."

Helaena let out a giggle and pulled away to grab her hands. "Dragons existed in Old Vlayria freely. And the dragons on Dragonstone have never been violent unless messed with. Grey Ghost and Vhagar have not been an issue, have they?"

Visenya shook her head. "No, I suppose not."

"Exactly," Helaena smiled. "Come, I want to meet the children at the gate."

The Queensguard followed as Helaena hugged Aemond next, smiling and greeting Maegor on his shoulders. "The twins have missed you, Little Prince."

"Me too. No one is old enough to play swords like Jaehaerys and I do. Aerion can not even hold one yet!"

Visenya chuckled at her son. "Your playmates are back, little love, and they will not go away again."

"Thankfully," Helaena said, excitedly making her way to the gate. Aemond and Visenya were both thankful for her cheery mood and glad to see her in high spirits.

They finally made their way to the wheelhouses, climbing into the one with Jaehaerys and Jaehaera. Her guards took their place around the carriages, guarding the royal family. The nursemaids were with Maelor and Aerys in a different one.

"Cousin!" Jaehaerys yelled when they entered. Maegor struggled to climb off Aemond until he assisted, and the boys rushed to each other's side. "Look at my new dragon toy my Mama got me! It's painted gold like Sunfyre."

Visenya saw so much of Aegon in both of the twins. Jaehaera was quiet, staying by her mother's side, but Jaehaerys was as wild as Maegor. The two talked about dragons the whole ride, even debating who's father had the best dragon. Just to tease Aemond, she voted for Sunfyre.

There was no need to ruin his fun, but Jaehaerys believed Sunfyre died with his father in battle. No need to tell him Sunfyre was claimed by a traitor and died under the hands of a coward.

"How long has our sister been in a cell?" Helaena asked.

"A fortnight. We sent out ravens as soon as it happened. It should be another fortnight before the lords begin to arrive."

"Any word from Daeron or Lucerys?" Helaena asked.

"Lucerys should be due home any day. Daeron was a bit delayed due to his injuries, but he was deemed safe to travel. Brella's falcon is keeping an eye on them."

"That's a far distance for a warg," Helaena frowned.

"I agree. It is exhausting her. I told her to take a deep breath, but she is worried about him."

"My little brother, the war hero," Aemond rolled his eye.

"I can not imagine the pain of losing a dragon." Helaena shook her head.

"I reckon it would be like losing a piece of you. Brella is prepared to help him but hopes the birth of their daughter is a relief."

"I cannot wait to meet Vaera and Aemma. It is a shame what happened to Ellyn. Were any suspicious doubts involved?"

Visenya shook her head. "No, nothing was out of place. Just an awful fever."

"It is not uncommon. Ellyn has recovered?"

Visenya nodded. "She has. She finds her peace with Aerion and pours all her love into him, and does not wish for any more children. Brella is a good mother, but her priority lies with the court. There are so many children now."

"A new generation," Helaena hummed. "It shall be good for us. Jaehaera was told of the betrothal, she is most pleased."

"As is Maegor," Aemond said with a pained smile.

"I know she was his second choice," Helaena spoke, "But they were raised together and share a close bond. They will be happy."

Visenya looked down at her hands and messed with her ruby ring, staring at the red gem. Aemond put his hand over hers, intertwining their fingers. She looked at him and he kissed her forehead, squeezing her hand. She rested her head on his shoulder and stayed like that until they reached the castle.

-

"There's my little ladybug!"

Vharra giggled as Visenya found her behind the settee, picking her up and blowing raspberries on her cheek.

"I picked out an egg for Aemma!" Maegor ran into the room, Aemond and the Dragon Masters following behind with a hot coal pot holding the egg. "It's a golden egg, just like Sunfyre!"

Visenya held Vharra as she peaked at the egg. The golden scales were a matte color with black lining between each scale. "Who laid that one?"

"As soon as Dreamfyre landed, she nested," Aemond said, kissing the top of Vharra's head.

"They've been here two weeks!"

"She never nested while Helaena was pregnant. The dragon pit is where she is most at ease, it makes sense she would wait until they return. I am shocked she let the masters collect them so soon. But three were laid. One has gone to Aerys, and Helaena said that Vharra and Aemma could have the other two."

"Did you pick one for Vharra?" Visenya asked.

"I did not. I am holding hope that her egg from Grey Ghost will hatch."

Vharra rested her head against Visenya's chest, reaching her hand up to play with her mother's hair. "And what if it never does, Aemond?"

"It was bound to happen to one of our children," Aemond sighed, sitting on the settee and letting Maegor climb in his lap. "She can claim an adult dragon like we did. I claimed the largest dragon, and you claimed an unclaimable dragon."

"I happen to find that better. Even at twenty or thirty years, a dragon is not fully grown or at the height of its life. When Maegor is a man grown and king, he will not have a grand-sized dragon. "

"No, but he is bound to Veraxes."

"Are you saying I can ride Veraxes?" Maegor grinned.

"Well then, you are starting politics early, little one. Already twisting my words into something they are not," Aemond chuckled.

Visenya laughed at his joke and sat next to him.

Long after the children were in bed and asleep, Aemond held Visenya and yet they could not sleep.

It was the night before the trial and she was terrified. All the lords had already arrived, and Cregan was due in the morning before the whole ordeal.

"Visenya, you need to get some rest," Aemond whispered, kissing the top of her head. He had his arms around her as she rested her head over his heart, soothed by the constant rhythm of it.

"I am terrified, Aem."

"I don't remember the last time you admitted that."

"I have every lord on my step, even the ones that may wish me dead. I have people in the same castle as my children who supported the man who killed one of them. What if Rhaenyra urges them to surrender and they still do not?"

"If they truly follow their queen, they will listen to her. They have no other choice. If they no longer wish to follow her, you are the only other option. If they follow her, their support goes to you by default because she yields to you. With all these new hatchlings and children, House Targaryen will be stronger than it was during the reign of Jaehaerys. You have ownership in that. You allied Lucerys and House Baratheon, Daeron and Brella, and we might be able to repopulate the city if you let me."

She let out a scoff and playfully rolled her eyes. "I suppose I have something in common with our grandmother Alyssa."

"Remind me what she said," He said, pressing his lips against hers.

She let out a moan as his finger found her clit. "I mounted and took him for a ride, and I mean to do the same tonight. I love to ride. You were made for battles, and I was made for this. As soon as I am well, let's make another. I want to give you twenty sons. An army of your own."

She let out another moan as his finger slid into her entrance.

"I can settle for an army of daughters, I suppose," He smirked, nipping at the skin under her ear.

This was the first time they'd been intimate since the birth of Aemma and while she wasn't ready for anything intense, his fingers were working magic. She reached to grip his hair but forgot it had been cut. She gripped at the short locks and tugged.

He added a second finger, his thumb gently rubbing her clit. "Such a good girl, Visenya. Should I let you come on my fingers?"

"Yes, please," she whimpered.

"Yes, what?" He hissed.

"Yes, My King."

He smirked and curled his fingers, brushing her pleasure spot and she was a mess. A blinding white light spotted her vision as she reached her orgasm and she clenched over his fingers.

"Fuck!" She yelled and melted into the mattress, her bones turning into jelly. "Gods be damned."

And much to Aemond's satisfaction, it lured her right into sleep.

CAN WE TALK ABOUT HOW WE GOT A TRAILER AND WHOLE ASS COMIC CON TODAY??? I am overstimulated