A Comment on Age

All characters in this story are 18 years or older, despite their ages in the original fiction.

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Today had been many, many months of meticulous and careful planning all finally coming to a head. The Seven Kingdoms, a land torn by more war and strife than any land should see, had finally ushered in a new era of peace. That was the hope, the hope of everyone from the simplest farmer to the most powerful Lord.

Sansa Stark, well, now Sansa Targaryen knew it was all a sham. Every small detail for the royal wedding had been meticulously planned for months. Every gesture, every subtle show of affection, even the briefest eye contact -all were only the products of intense planning. And yet, even that had been a near enough thing.

This wasn’t a typical wedding, for there were two brides. Perhaps that wasn’t entirely unique in Westeros, some Targaryens long before had taken two wives, even at the same time. Yet, it was unlikely any of them had chosen to take on the two most powerful women in the world as their brides, let alone together. 

The real challenge was making sure everything seemed genuine to the thousands of people watching. This couldn’t be a wedding where only Lords and Ladies attended, not after the horrors that had led up to it. That was perhaps the one thing Sansa and Arianne had agreed on. This had to be a wedding seen to by as many people as possible, it had to be a wedding as lavish as the crown’s coffers could bear, only then would the realm start to heal.

“Tch.” The serving woman visibly shuddered, and Sansa silently admonished herself. She had plucked out a hair just a tad too hard. Linny was a good woman, specialized in this task. She was just nervous, and why wouldn’t she be? This was to be Sansa Targaryen’s wedding night. Though neither of them had said it, the implication was clear. Sansa would not have Aegon to himself, hence, everything about her needed to be perfect.

Of course, what that meant here was that she needed to be as smooth as a babe. This all should have been taken care of already, but that damn bitch Arianne had found a reason to delay the wedding by a few days. It likely wasn’t necessary to go through this again, but she was not going to leave absolutely anything to chance.

The woman went back to tending to her, this time around her arms. The official celebration had only ended two hours ago, Aegon would be expecting her soon. She had posted some spies around his chamber, to let her know if Arianne had decided to make her move early. Doubtless the other woman had done the same thing. Yes, today would be a difficult night, but the rewards for succeeding here would be…priceless.

While they might have been equal today in the eyes of the realm, the victor today would soon pull ahead. Even if Aegon tried to keep the two level, it was only human nature. He would naturally show just a tad more affection to the woman he enjoyed more. The Lords would pick up on it, and within a year the stories would spread far and wide until they were about one of the two women being thrown from the keep.

Those rumours will not be about me. The woman stopped again, and Sansa turned towards her with a frown. She gulped, fiddling with her hands. “It’s just…I think My Lady is as proper and ready as can be. Only a true fool would not be entranced by the- pardon, I don’t mean to say His Grace is-”

“No need. I understand.” Sansa waved her off, quieting her. With a sigh, she started slipping back into her dress, a gorgeous single piece emblazoned in the colours of House Stark. Linny had to help her, especially with the obscene amount of buttons at the back. Still, soon Sansa eyed herself in her mirror. She could do this.

With that, Sansa Targaryen, Queen of the Seven Kingdoms, marched off to war.

All the conviction in the world didn’t tell her what to do at this moment. She was seated on a massive bed, fit for a King. Well, as it so happened, this did happen to be a King’s bed. Arianne sat opposite her, looking resplendent in her own dress, cut in the fashion of her house. The two women stared at each other for a long moment, then they turned to stare at the third person on the bed.

King Aegon Targaryen sat eyeing a large cup in his hand. At his side, lay two more cups, these ones drained and tipped over. Sansa had not wanted to try to take the lead here, simply because she hadn’t wanted to hurt her new husband’s ego. Then again, at this rate, she might have to, or they would be here until the morning.

“Well then…I suppose we should get started, Ladies.” Aegon said, setting his cup down on the table with a heavy thud. Sansa immediately rose on her knees, starting to undo her own dress. It was no easy feat, but she had spent hours and hours practicing this moment. She saw Arianne doing much the same. She was sure she could do it firs-

“Now, now. You’re both my wives now. You’re…well, I suppose the term would be something like…sister wives.” his words slurred a little, but his eyes seemed fierce. “It’s only natural it should happen at the same time. If you both would turn?” He eyed them. Sansa raised an eyebrow but did turn her back to him.

A moment later, she found an unsteady hand starting to tug at her buttons, one by one. It took longer than she would have liked. With his other hand, the King tugged on the back of Arianne’s dress. Sansa knew what he was doing, of course. It annoyed her, but she hadn’t really expected any less. Still…he could only have sex with one of them at a time, that would be the moment….

Her dress did eventually come off, pooling around her shoulders and then her waist. This part Sansa could do herself, and she quickly left it a small bundle on the floor. Her wounds from…that night had long since healed by now, and she could confidently say that she was once again one of the most beautiful women in the entire world. Well, given what happened to the rest, she might be the most beautiful woman in the world.

Arianne snickered, looking at her as if she’d read her thoughts. Well, her wounds had long since healed as well. Perhaps Sansa should have been a little more…thorough with her when she had the chance.

“Your Grace, allow me. That must be unpleasant.” Arianne reached out to Aegon, trying to tug at his pants. Sansa was about to reach out as well, but Aegon gently but firmly pushed Arianne’s hand away, before starting to strip himself. Aegon was…well, he was no more well endowed than any normal man. Sansa idly wondered why she had thought he would be any different.

Still, he was beautiful. Perhaps that was the Targaryen blood in him, perhaps that was just the way he himself was. Either way, well, in one way or another, he was now meant to be hers…and Arianne’s, curse the woman. 

Well, she supposed at this point they should be readying themselves. Perhaps in a more…normal situation they would have the luxury of taking their time with things. Yet, as Sansa eyed Arianne, she knew there would be no such time at all. Then Sansa looked back at Aegon. He himself seemed uncertain, as if he didn’t know what to do either from this point on. He was clearly very aroused, and yet…well, what were they to do?

“I believe it’s only fair that I go first, given not only the standing of my house, but also my devotion to the King.” Sansa said firmly, reaching out and grabbing onto Aegon’s shaft with one hand. 

“Yes, your boundless devotion to the King, the bounds of which draw closer by the day. If anyone should go first, it should be me. Besides, the Martell’s have a long history of matching well with the blood of the Targaryens.” Arianne retorted, reaching out and grabbing onto Sansa’s hand.

Aegon looked startled, and Sansa idly chided herself. Still…even if Aegon did not like her methods this day, none of it would really matter if she bore his child first. This is just the way it had to be.

“Let go. I doubt his Grace would want to fuck a cunt that’s already been used by every second man in Dorne.” 

She saw Arianne’s eyes flare. She almost reached out with her other hand to slap Sansa, before she thought better of it and pulled her hand back. “Yes, you on the other hand are known for…purity. I am sure that is exactly what Lord Baelish taught you, is it not?”

Sansa flinched, now she was the one who had to stop herself from slapping the other woman. No, she couldn’t go quite that far, she mustn’t. Still, there had to be some way to get back at the other woman long enough to-

She blinked, feeling a…throbbing in her other hand. Then she felt it, something warm dropping and starting to drip around her crotch. The firm cock in her hand got decidedly less firm. She was shocked, and her own shock was mirrored on Arianne’s face. Aegon himself looked mortified.

And that was how Sansa Targaryen’s wedding night ended.

Sansa woke up with a start. Sweat beaded across her face and she wiped it away with her sleeve. She looked around, trying to remember where she was. These weren’t her quarters. As her senses returned to her, she sighed. Right, she was on a ship, a ship that led her to her exile. This was not something she could forget, much as she had wanted to.

She hadn’t dreamed of that night in many, many years. Of course, what had actually happened and what had happened in her dream weren’t quite the same, but they were close enough. She and Arianne had both ended up embarrassing Aegon on his own wedding night. Perhaps that was where it all had really begun.

Sansa Targaryen stood up with a groan. The room around her seemed to lurch, and she clutched at her stomach warily. She had promised herself all those years ago that she would never, ever ride on another boat again. For more than a decade she had somehow managed to keep to that promise, and yet here she was. Now that she thought about it, it was a boat trip just like this one that had started this all to begin with.

Her dream was fuzzy now, something only half-remembered. After that one terrible night, the three of them had tried again, and then again. Each time the result was the same. Neither of them had gotten any closer to bedding Aegon, and had all but embarrassed him each time they had tried. It had been their own pride getting in the way, neither of them would have accepted the other woman bedding Aegon first.

In the end, well, neither of them had ended up bedding Aegon at all. There was a lesson in that, though Sansa was too bitter to find it much use now. Still, despite there being no…proper consummation the two of them had still gotten pregnant. That had been a mystery on its own, and one that had taken Sansa many weeks to figure out.

In the end, it had come as a result of Sansa and Arianne scratching and clawing at each other’s crotches. At some point, Aegon had ended up orgasming on them. In their assault on each other, the two had probably ended up burying Aegon’s seed within themselves. It sounded ridiculous, and yet this whole situation had been ridiculous from the very start.

With a groan, she slowly got off her bed. Even the ground underneath her feet seemed to be swaying slightly. That’s what she hated most about these ships. A woman should be able to rely on the ground beneath her feet, if nothing else. She couldn’t wait to be off this blasted thing. 

Sansa slowly made her way over to her mirror, inspecting herself. That vision of the past had made her…nostalgic. She saw imperfections in a face that used to have none. There were lines where there hadn’t been any, there was fat where previously there had only been lean skin. There was sag where once had been only firmness. Sansa had matured better than most women could only dream of.

Indeed, even now, many in the Seven Kingdoms would have said that she was one of the most beautiful women that lived. Yet…well, it was a pale imitation of what she had once been, of who she had once been. Sansa had gotten everything she could have ever wished for, and yet all of it had just slowly fallen apart around her.

Now…well, she was a bitter woman whose best days were behind her. Aegon had ‘exiled’ her somewhere far away, somewhere he didn’t have to constantly look at her. The only blessing had been that he had done the same to Arianne. Once Sansa would have hated the idea of being shoved so far away from any real power. After years of constantly politicking and fighting however, well, Sansa Stark was tired. Yes, once she could have thought of herself as a Targaryen, had wanted to think of herself as a Targaryen. It had been just another mistake. How had everything gone so very wrong?

Sansa turned, hearing a knock at her door. She had given instructions not to be disturbed. Doubtless whoever it was would need a stern talking to.

“What is it?” She asked. It was probably going to be another one of the sailors asking her to solve some fool dispute among them or someone else trying to curry her favour. Sansa had dealt with both cases plenty of times during these few weeks.

“Um…Your Grace, we’ve sighted land. The captain told me to tell you that we’ll be onshore within the hour.” 

Sansa froze, before finally sighing. The rest of her life began now.

She was in Lys now. That’s where Aegon had sent her after her ‘trial’. Of course, this wasn’t actually Lys, rather this was a small mansion a few miles outside the city. Sansa supposed that was one small mercy, the last thing she would enjoy is being gawked at by people who had up to now only heard the most distant stories about her.

Still…this arrangement did bring with it a certain set of…benefits. Here, she could doubtless try to regain some semblance of power back home. It would be a slow thing, but there were still Lords loyal to her, some of them so loyal they would even go out of their way to send their messages all the way over here. It wasn’t much, but it was something.

Of course, before that happened, she’d need to slowly replace all the staff in the manor. Doubtless all of them were the King’s spies. That was her main worry for now. Until she did that, she couldn’t really do anything else. Perhaps it would have been better to just stop the scheming entirely, but that simply wasn’t in her nature anymore.

“Your Grace, I am pleased you made the journey safely. I hope you can find a second home in Lys. Though it might pale in comparison to King’s Landing, Lys is surely the most beautiful place this side of the ocean.”  She was a beautiful woman. Pale skin, beautiful golden hair and a smooth, blemishless face. Her name was Rennen, and she would be the one to manage this mansion.

Sansa hated her almost immediately. It wasn’t just that she was definitely a spy, it was also that she was…well, she was more beautiful than Sansa herself was. Come to think of it, just about everyone she had seen in this place had been beautiful. The blood of Old Valyria still ran strong in this place. Sansa had only ever heard the most distant stories, ones she had dismissed out of hand. Perhaps this was why Aegon had sent her specifically to this place, as a way to humble her.

“Thank you. I can see that you will serve me well.” She said simply. The woman made a small curtsy.

“I am sure the journey has been long and tiring. Your chambers have been prepared. Mellar here will show you to your chambers. Should you have need of anything at all, don’t hesitate to ask anyone you see.” The woman then withdrew. Sansa frowned at her back. It was almost like she was the one who had just been dismissed. Yes, this one would have to be the first she got rid of.

Mellar himself was a small, almost balding man who must have been in his thirties. Still, even he had a grace about him that seemed odd. Honestly, just what did they feed the people here? He made a bow, a bow that was as deep as Sansa had ever seen, and then started leading her away.

The mansion itself was grand. Oh, it was not much compared to the palace where Sansa had spent the last decade, but it was definitely a place fit for a noblewoman. As it happened, her chambers were on the second floor. Servants bowed at her as she passed, before quickly scampering off. It was like none of them wanted anything to do with her. 

There were also just a lot more servants than she had assumed. She’d assumed Aegon would have left her with the tiniest retinue possible, but there must have been several dozen people in this mansion. That made things…complicated. Sansa didn’t know if she could slowly replace that many people, especially when she herself was so far away from her home. Perhaps instead she should work on gaining their loyalty?

That was a thought for another time. Right now, however, Sansa really was tired. It still felt a wonder to feel the ground beneath her feet, nice and stable. She had spent months on a ship, and she almost forgot what the earth felt like. Sansa dreaded the one final voyage she’d have to set out on, the one that would see her returning in glory to the Seven Kingdoms. Yes, that would happen, sooner or later.

This was going to be harder than she had thought. No, this might end up being damn near impossible. For one thing, there were way more people here than Sansa had anticipated. She had expected perhaps a dozen servants to manage the manor, maybe a few more to serve as house guards. With time, she could replace that many people, even if it would have been hard.

There were at least a few dozen people at the mansion. All of them were supposed to attend to her every need, making sure she never wanted for anything. Of course, what that really meant was that there was always someone in the mansion who could keep an eye on her. Sansa had tried finding many excuses to get a moment to herself during the first few days. Now she had realized that was impossible.

Lastly…well, all of the people here were from Lys, and that was a bigger obstacle still. Sansa knew a bit of Low Valyrian, but she could barely understand the dialect they spoke in this part of the world. That made things impossible. With that language gap in place, the only people she could talk to directly were the head of the mansion, and the head of her guard. There was no way for her to slowly befriend, and hopefully use anyone else.

It had taken her a few days, but she had accepted that. Perhaps it would take decades, instead of years, but she could wait things out. Her opportunity would come. That is until her world was set upside down yet again.

“Queen Arianne…here?” She asked again. She must have misheard. She had to have misheard.

“Indeed. His Grace sent Queen Arianne here a few weeks after yourself. I believe her ship is already at the docks. She should be here before nightfall.” Rennen had said that so casually, as if it was the most obvious and most logical thing in the world. Still, for Aegon to send Arianne to here of all places…well, that hardly boded well.

“I…see. Kindly let Arianne know I wish to speak with her, as soon as she arrives. It seems we probably have a lot of…catching up to do.” Rennen smiled and nodded.  Sansa barely saw her, possibilities raced through her mind.

She didn’t even notice the woman leaving, her mind was occupied by much more important things. This was a message of some kind, and a rather obvious one. Aegon had deliberately sent them both to the same place after their exile, he hadn’t been so bold in what…years, decades? 

Perhaps that was his intention, to let them know that now that he was firmly in place as King for the first time, he had no plans of letting go. He wanted to keep both of his two Queens right where he could keep track of them. Aegon wouldn’t dare kill her, half the Seven Kingdoms would surely rise up in rebellion at the thought. No, she was just supposed to slowly wither away and die on her own time. Sansa had slim hope of working her way out of this mess on her own, Arianne being there now made it impossible.

No matter what ground she did manage to gain in the next year, Arianne would doubtless erode it trying to do much the same. That was how the two had spent most of their lives. At the start, the bad blood between them hadn’t really been well, all that bad. The two had gone at each other for a solid month, but that was now also something that bound the two together, a bond that only they shared.

Of course, once they did become Queens, it didn’t count for much. They’d started undermining each other almost immediately. Perhaps that was just the nature of being a Queen to begin with, to try to seize absolute authority for yourself. Two Queens could never work, she should have seen that from the start. 

All of this became immediately obvious from the first time either of them had tried to bed Aegon. It had been a disaster of monumental proportions. Surely things would have been oh so very different, if Arianne hadn’t been there? From then on, their minor and petty schemes had only escalated. Sansa had had a few attempts on her life over the years, likely all of them from Arianne. She herself had organized a few herself, and they had unfortunately failed.

That line of thinking of course brought her thoughts to her boy, Ned. Sansa had been oh so very happy when he’d been born, though the birth had been difficult and premature. He had always been a little sickly, but that was surely something that could have been fixed with time. She had even managed to give birth to a boy two months before Arianne, and that had gained her a tremendous edge in the few years to come.

Unfortunately, Ned had caught a cold. It seemed normal enough at first, nobody had thought to worry. It hadn’t ended though, it had ended up lasting for weeks, and then months. By the end, her precious boy spent more time coughing than he did doing anything else. The Maesters had all said it was a natural death, an inevitable result of his frail constitution. Sansa had wanted to believe that, but something had nagged at the back of her mind. Surely there was some poison that could make a death look exactly like this? And if one such existed, surely the Dornish would have their hands on it.

Her grief had been a fierce thing. It had been many years since she had cried, but she had spent a week crying. She had prayed for vengeance, though she had given up on the Gods a long time ago. Only news of the death of Arianne’s boy had broken her out of her grief. Perhaps there was something to divine justice after all?

She shook her head, clearing her thoughts. There was no point going down that well worn road again in her mind, no point at all. She had to be level headed. Arianne was coming, and she needed to find some way to salvage this. Another part of her whispered something else to her, it was a part of her that had been whispering in her ears for most of her life: Perhaps they should have settled this long ago.

Arianne was furious. She didn’t know what she had expected. Sure, she had been exiled to a faraway land on what were essentially fake charges, but she was still a Queen. Perhaps it would have been a painful process clearing her name and getting back to her seat of power, perhaps there would be unforeseen roadblocks, but she’d do it all with some level of dignity.

She hadn’t even been afforded that. Oh, Arianne didn’t expect the people of Lys to respect her, they wouldn’t know royalty if it walked up and slapped them in the face. No, her problem was with the retainers Aegon had deigned to send along to escort her. None of them were ever overtly rude, but just about everything they did had a hint of falsehood to it, as if they were mocking her.

Even the mansion she had so generously been given looked little more than a farmer’s hut after the life she was used to. Arianne could only sigh and shake her head, perhaps she had grown too soft lately, but still, she was still the Queen of the Seven Kingdoms! Now she stared at an all too gorgeous woman, apparently the head maid or some such here.

“And lastly, Her Grace, Sansa Targaryen said she wishes to speak to Your Grace at your earliest convenience.” Arianne had to take a few seconds to process that, the words just simply didn’t make sense.

“Sansa….is here?” The woman nodded, an all too polite smile fixed on her face. What under the Seven was going on here? Not only was she to be humiliated and exiled, but she wasn’t even allowed to be exiled somewhere she could have some damn peace?

Arianne didn’t bother to answer the woman. Instead, she marched inside the mansion, looking about. Everywhere she could see, she saw symbols of House Targaryen. It was in the rugs, in the paintings, even the bloody door had an emblem of a dragon carved into it. Aegon wasn’t a fool, doubtless he’d done all of this deliberately. It seemed His Grace had gotten rather petty recently.

“Take me to Sansa.” She said to one of the guards, who seemed to be doing his best to look busy. At the very least, she would have to whip this place into some semblance of adequacy. That is, after she wrings Sansa’s neck. Arianne had no doubts in her mind that her present situation was doubtless the other woman’s fault. It had all been her fault.

The guard, to his credit, made the first acceptable bow she had seen all day, before he started leading her up a flight of stairs. Now that she really paid attention, the mansion seemed oddly…empty. It had plenty of guards and staff mucking about, her glare sent a young-looking maid scrambling through a door- but it just didn’t look lived in. The whole place felt like it was more for show than anything.

That thought nagged at her as the guard finally stopped in front of a large wooden door. She nodded, and the guard scurried off. Then, she took a second to prepare herself. This was something she had been thinking over constantly in the two months it had taken to get here. So many times she wished she’d just wrung Sansa by her neck in that tunnel, so many things could have been avoided if only one of them had died.

Arianne didn’t know if she was going to try killing the other woman, not until she could guarantee it wouldn’t be blamed on her. Still, the other woman did at least have to pay. She opened the door, and there she was.

Sansa was beautiful, even now. That was something Arianne had to admit to herself. Age had shaved away at some of her youthful beauty, but it had replaced it with only grace. Arianne herself thought she hadn’t aged half as well, though all of her inner circle had argued with her on the matter. Sansa had that same bloody look on her face, the kind that held a secret she most certainly didn’t want to share with anyone else.

“It has been a long time, Your Grace.”

Arianne raised an eyebrow, before closing the door behind her. “Really? What’s the point?”

Sansa looked at her for a long moment before sighing. “No, I suppose there really isn’t.” The two women stared at each other for a while, in silence. There was so much to say, so much that they never would have been able to say in King’s Landing. Now that they were finally like this…well, there was so much to say that they just didn’t say anything.

Then Arianne noticed the jug of wine next to the bed, two glasses beside it. She walked over, one of them was half-filled. She filled the other in silence, before starting to chug it down. This was definitely not a time for modesty. Sansa only watched her, before refilling her own glass and taking a sip.

“Lord Luke…not your brightest idea, though I suppose it could have worked at the time.” She finally began, setting down her cup. Lord Luke had been an ordinary noble of no special standing, just one of the many retainers Arianne had acquired. He was unfortunately, a rather ambitious man, and one who spent more time than he should have hanging around Arianne, trying to curry what little power he could.

Then it had begun. Rumors surrounding how perhaps the Queen and her retainer were a tad too close. Arianne had tried her best to squash the rumors as hard as she could, but they seemed determined not to die out. If anything, her attempts to squash them only seemed to inflame them further, as if she had something to hide.

It should have been fine, it shouldn’t have mattered. After all, there was nothing between them. That is until Lord Luke came stumbling out of a bar, bragging all about bedding the Queen herself. Arianne had tried having the man killed, but it was already too late. Aegon had heard the rumors, and had already started looking into them.

“It was clever. He had been my man for years. Tell me, how did you get to him? Threaten him, perhaps?”

“I did no such thing. Rather, I suspect you did exactly what you claim to Ser Bryan.” Sansa said that blankly. For a moment, Arianne almost believed her, except that was impossible.

Ser Bryan was Queen Sansa’s personal guard, a rather ravishing looking man who had sworn fealty to her almost a decade ago. Arianne knew that Sansa hadn’t had her…needs fulfilled in a long time, she herself hadn’t, after the disasters that had happened with Aegon. It only made sense. Of course, what happened to her was completely false, but Sansa surely had actually been unfaithful.

Perhaps that is why she’d tried framing Arianne to begin with, before her own infidelity came out.

“You failed to think that if Aegon suspected one of his Queens of infidelity, perhaps he’d look closely at the other while he was at it.”

“A clever line of reasoning, if only it was true. Tell me, why pretend even here? What do we have to lose?” Damn it all, was this whore of a woman not going to admit to this even here? Sansa had always been a snake, and now she had found a way to doom them both.

“I should have killed you in that tunnel.” Arianne hissed at the woman, leaning down towards her.

“You should have. I should have too. It’s my biggest regret.” Sansa said softly. The two glared at each other, their faces inches apart.

It wasn’t something that took words. Something silent passed between the two of them as they stared at each other. Before Arianne herself realized it, her breathing had deepened. Arianne realized it all only when she’d noticed the labored breathing of the other woman. Some part of her, something in her knew that she had been waiting for a moment like this for very long.

Wordlessly, she reached out, grabbing at Sansa’s crotch. Sansa’s own hand was at her crotch, clawing, pulling and tugging. Something had told her it would be there, had told her this would happen. She gave into it, burying the protests that had welled up in her head for decades. Nothing else mattered, at least, not here.

Sansa was wearing something Arianne had never seen her wear before. A simple red shirt over a pair of black britches. Arianne would have mistaken it for men’s clothing, but from what she had observed, this was apparently the fashion here. A strange land indeed. Luckily, she found the woman’s button easily enough, and tore it loose with only the slightest resistance.

Sansa herself was having much more trouble with Arianne’s dress -a beautiful mix of orange and red meant to symbolize both House Martell and House Targaryen. Once she’d yanked off Sansa’s britches to her knees, she turned, giving the other woman full access to the intricate web of buttons along her back. That was the only right way to do this, after all.

Soon, she felt the cold air on her back as her dress slid to the floor, pooling around her feet. She stepped away from them, turning and approaching Sansa. While her face might have aged, her body might as well have looked the same way it had all those years ago. Even childbirth had done little to mar her beauty, save for the faintest of scars.

Her own body was much the same, so she supposed she didn’t have too much to complain about. Arianne reached down, and unsurprisingly, found Sansa’s crotch and her arousal. She knew her own body was reacting the same way, and she shuddered when she felt Sansa’s fingers starting to dance up her thighs. Gods, but it had been a long time coming.

She found Sansa’s clit easily enough. She pinched it, rubbed it, a few seconds at a time. Sansa moaned, and Arianne went and sat beside her on the bed. Arianne could see the lust in her eyes, and so she pinched at her again. She shuddered, feeling a pair of fingers sliding into her pussy. That alone was almost enough to make her back arch.

Arianne steeled herself, using her other hand to steady herself for a moment, before jabbing her fingers inside the woman’s wet cunt. There was nothing tender in her wild motions, as her fingers dug into the woman, swirling in small circles. She knew she had the edge here, knew it from the way Sansa’s own fingers slowed, ever so slightly.

“This is the first time…anyone’s touched this cunt in a while, isn’t it?” She whispered under her breath. Sansa’s eyes lit up in fury, before Arianne felt the woman attack her cunt with renewed vigor. Still, she could tell that had struck Sansa somewhere deep.

“You’re dripping wet. You’ve been dreaming of today, haven’t you? Dreaming of me fucking you like the whore you really are inside?” This time, Sansa’s fingers didn’t come with nearly as much force. The woman grunted, then her eyes widened. None of that was what Arianne was looking for. No, she was paying more attention to Sansa’s face, to the way her mouth hung slightly open. She knew it wouldn’t be long now.

It was for the best, considering she could feel her own orgasm start to build within her. It had been an awfully long time since she’d felt this herself. She timed her two hands, aiming to pinch Sansa’s clit the moment her other hand curled her fingers inside the woman. Sansa let out a single long moan, before her back arched. Then, Arianne felt the fingers inside her waver, before finally stopping.

Sansa sagged back, and Arianne shoved her all the way on her back. She’d come perilously close to orgasming herself.

“It’s just as I thought. You were always meant to be a whore, never a Queen.” She punctuated it by dragging her foot along the other woman’s face. Sansa was still spasming. Had she won? She sure hoped so, even if some part of her knew this was only the beginning. Still, Arianne was so close to her orgasm she used her fingers to push herself over the edge.

She didn’t think about Sansa at all, save to make sure that her orgasm and her fluids dropped down on the other woman as she gave herself to the pleasure.

Fury bubbled up from somewhere deep within her. She couldn’t believe that she had faltered here. It was true that she had gotten rusty over the years, how could she not? She had always been afraid of having any sex with men or women, for ironically the same reason she had been exiled for. Still, that couldn’t be her excuse, Arianne was likely under the same restriction.

Damn that whore. She composed herself quickly. It didn’t matter if she’d suffered a small setback, the only thing that mattered was who came out on top in the end. That was something Petyr had taught her, almost an entire lifetime ago. She gritted her teeth, and shoved away the woman’s foot. How dare she do that to her, to a Queen?!

Arianne seemed surprised. Her breathing was just a tad too deep. She wasn’t nearly as composed as she might have liked to pretend. She had orgasmed, and had only just recovered. Sansa seized the moment, before burying her lips against the woman’s thighs, working her way up to her mound. Arianne barely had time to blink before Sansa had started grinding her tongue around the woman’s walls.

Arianne let out a single, long moan. It filled the room, and only encouraged Sansa further. Then she felt the other woman try to move and twist. Sansa reluctantly pulled back, before turning around. She knew that there had to be some honor to this, else she would never be able to recover her pride. She was going to beat Arianne, properly.

She almost regretted her decision when she felt Arianne tongue shoving into her. She tried not to think about it, tried not to think about anything but making Arianne cum. She vaguely remembered lessons from decades ago, lessons from her time in Storm’s End. Arianne was attacking her like a wild animal. It was working, but there was something more.

Sansa calmed herself, before pushing her tongue inside the other woman more gently. Arianne reacted almost immediately, she could feel the woman’s thighs tense around her. Sansa kept it up, carving a steady rhythm as her tongue slid in and out of the other woman. Arianne was still attacking her own pussy as wildly as before. 

If anything, she seemed even more desperate than she had a moment ago. Her motions were more frantic, and that gave Sansa the edge she needed. There was another thing she remembered, and she grinned to herself. Tilting her head slightly, she could just barely manage to press her nose against Arianne’s clit. She did just that, and immediately felt Arianne pulling away, before she started to groan.

Sansa had to keep herself from choking as the woman’s arousal flooded into her mouth. She shook her head, her whole body tingling. Arianne had been closer than she had realized. Still, it didn’t matter, Sansa was the one who had come out on top. She looked down on Arianne, and with a dark grin, went and pressed her crotch against Arianne’s face.

“Lick you whore!” Arianne barely even seemed to hear her. With the way her body twitched, it was small wonder.

Arianne, of course, didn’t answer her. Sansa grunted, before rubbing her palm over her own clit. She was already so close and that had been enough to send her over the edge. She groaned loudly, her body starting to spasm. She vaguely felt someone struggling underneath her, hands slapping her thigh, nails digging across her skin.

When she finally came to, she looked down to see Arianne staring daggers up at her. Sansa had apparently cum on and in the woman’s mouth. Well, she had done a well enough job cleaning herself up, all things considered. Before she had time to think, Arianne reached up, grabbing at her two nipples with both hands, before squeezing.

Sansa winced from pain and pleasure, unlike anything she had felt in quite some time. Her nipples had never been the same after childbirth, they were now the most sensitive part of her. Just Arianne’s small touch alone was enough to make Sansa yelp and pull back. Arianne looked vaguely victorious.

Sansa reached out, pinching the other woman’s nipples. Arianne let out a small scream, her control faltering for a moment. Yes, it appeared the two of them shared this weakness too, like they already shared so much else. From the way she saw it, the two were even right now. That…well, it simply wasn’t good enough, not after how long Sansa had waited for this, how long she had fantasized about this.

Arianne herself seemed to realize this too, judging from the look in her eyes. “Damn it.” Sansa muttered under her breath before climbing off the woman. They both knew what they needed to do, but that wouldn’t make it any better. She stretched out her legs, and sure enough, found something sharp pressing against her crotch, then against her clit. The two women grunted, almost simultaneously.

Sansa had to almost curl her back a bit to make this work, but eventually, she managed to line up her own breasts with Arianne’s crotch. Arianne herself hadn’t pressed the advantage yet, even though she very well could have. Somehow, Sansa knew she wouldn’t. Say one thing about their…relationship, say that it had rules.

Sansa blinked. She finally saw just how, well, engorged Arianne’s clit was. The thing must have been almost an inch in size. She idly wondered if her own looked much the same. It probably did. With a deep breath, Sansa started to grind her nipples against Arianne’s clit. It was exactly as overwhelming as she had thought it would be.

Slowly, hesitantly, the two started to grind their bodies against each other. Every touch felt like fire. More than once, Sansa considered pulling away. It was an odd mix of pain and pleasure that held her now. In a strange way, she almost felt like her nipple was getting bigger, or rather, it started taking up more and more of her mind.

In a few seconds, that was all she could really feel. Then she winced, as Arianne brushed her own nipple against her clit. Yes, she really could only feel two things now. The two grinded against each other, slowly but surely their grinding grew faster and faster. Sansa didn’t know when she had started going from her small moans to screaming. She didn’t know if Arianne was doing the same, she barely seemed able to hear anything at all.

She felt a pressure building, and recognized it for an impending orgasm. That was hardly surprising, it felt like she had to fight not to give in to the pleasure she felt in this moment. She had to remember to keep grinding her breasts against the other woman’s clit, when all she really wanted to do was to give in to an orgasm. 

Sansa did what she could, buying precious few seconds as she moved her chest with her hands against Arianne’s clit. It seemed to be bigger now. Was it? She didn’t have time to think about it, time to think about anything. Arianne’s own movements had slowed, and she was thankful for the reprieve.

Finally, she shuddered, and her mind went blank. It felt like she had been punched, or rather, that she had fallen off a horse. Now she was on the ground, wondering just what the hell had happened. She vaguely realized her whole body was twitching as her back arched again. There was a loud thump, and her vision swiveled.

She stared up at the ceiling and at the side of the bed. She really had fallen off. She groaned again, as another wave of pleasure took her. This was one of the most powerful orgasms she had ever had. Would it ever end? Thankfully, it finally seemed to be calming down, enough for Sansa to get her own bearings. Her breathing was slow and ragged. 

It felt like her arms were made of lead as she slowly and hesitantly pushed herself against the ground, getting onto her knees. She saw Arianne, sitting up against the back of the bed, a reverent look on her face. They both eyed each other, neither of them saying anything. Even their breathing seemed a perfect match for each other.

Wait, who had won? That was the whole point of this whole ordeal, and yet she’d been too out of it to see who had actually ended up winning. That had been stupid of her. Still…Arianne didn’t exactly look like she was ready to gloat over her. That likely meant she didn’t really know what had happened either.

Sansa sighed, pulling herself up onto the bed. There was really one thing to do, and that was to do the whole thing over again. She ached all over and she definitely was not looking forward to it. Still, this was something she had to do. Besides all the motivation she previously had, there was also a small nagging thought in the back of her head. What if the two of them were just destined to never have a winner?

She shook her head, quelling the thought.

“Tired?” She hissed, before laying down in front of Arianne. The other woman should have been tired, but she looked as fresh as when they’d started.

“Hardly. I suppose this is taking longer than I had…envisioned.” With that, the two began to lock legs, until eventually, they started to grind their crotches into one another. Sansa did her best not to squirm, focusing all of her willpower into grinding her crotch against the other woman. Their clits met, the two collided into one another, before starting to scrape at each other.

Arianne was moaning, and so was she. This was something they had done, long ago. Sansa vaguely recalled a few memories of her time in Storm’s End. She arched her legs back, before wrapping them around Arianne’s back. The other woman had already done the same. Damn her.

The two stared at each other, seeming to have an entire conversation with nothing but a gaze. Sansa could see all the wild accusations in the woman’s eyes, could see her demanding the truth of what Sansa had really been trying to do to her all these years. She knew this because she was looking for much the same in the other woman.

There was…great pain there, exhaustion, thrill and euphoria all mixed into one. Some part of Sansa whispered to her that this was when she had always felt the most alive, that it was best that she hadn’t had the boring life that had been promised to her. Could she have gone back to all of that, with Aegon, after she had known this?

She shook her head again. Her thoughts kept wandering. Arianne had started digging her nails into Sansa’s thighs. Thin trails of blood ran down her legs, but Sansa could barely even feel the wounds. The two grinded into each other, wrestling for control, wrestling to be the one who could make the other submit first.

Even their taunts weren’t confined to words anymore. Sansa could practically feel the challenge in Arianne’s eyes, could guess exactly what she was thinking. You’re getting tired. A wolf can never become a Dragon. Well, it probably wasn’t anything quite that profound, this was Arianne after all.

Before she realized it, her body was starting to spasm again, another orgasm overtaking her. What was this, again? The third, the fourth? It was getting harder and harder to keep track. The break after this lasted all but a few minutes, before the two women were back at each other, clawing, tugging, grinding, squeezing.

Minutes seemed to stretch into hours. The two started off on the bed, before they both fell off, before they were both up against the walls, and then back again. Sansa gave Arianne an orgasm in every possible way she knew how, and in some she had only just discovered. Arianne did much the same, and Sansa’s cunt felt like it would be sore for days.

Still, the two pushed on. Sometimes one would just barely manage to outlast the other, only to rise again a few seconds later. More often that not, the two were completely matched, either cumming together or so close to each other that the difference hardly mattered. More and more Sansa was sure that the two simply would not have a winner, perhaps that they could not. 

As the night drew on, she saw this same realization in Arianne. She saw it in the other woman’s increasingly wild and increasingly desperate attempts to make her submit, to keep her down for good. Sansa of course didn’t oblige her. Even when she could hardly move, it seemed she always had just a little more strength to give. By the end, the two went at each other more out of habit than out of any genuine feeling that they could win.

And before long, the two passed out. It didn’t really matter who passed out first, neither of them would have been able to remember anyway. Another night went by, and the two queens got through it without deciding a winner. Again.

Arianne grunted. Her eyes seemed all too heavy when she finally opened them. “Fuck…” she muttered, clutching at her head. Yes, she could already tell this was going to be the start of a painful headache. She blinked open her eyes. They were starting to tear up, she definitely had not gotten nearly enough sleep.

More than that, her whole body felt like it had been beaten, battered and then hung out to dry. What under the Seven had she…Oh. She remembered now, it all came back in flashes. Yes, her and…Sansa had definitely not held anything back last night. If it wasn’t for her body’s protests, she would have half believed it was all a dream. I’m getting way too old for this. I doubt I would have felt this way all those years ago.

Wait…her and Sansa. She looked around, and found the insufferable woman staring at her. Sansa was propped up on the frame of the bed. 

“You sure took your time. I hope Her Grace caught up on her sleep.” Arianne winced, how had she fallen asleep, when her rival was just…there? Wait, did that mean she had lost? No, it couldn’t. She looked at Sansa again, and finally noticed the other woman hardly looked in any better condition. Sansa’s eyes were red, and she was squinting her eyes. Doubtless she hadn’t exactly been up for very long herself.

“Maybe you should have done that, Your Grace.” she quipped back, before clutching at her head again. Yes, this was definitely the start of a wonderful headache.

Still…everything did mean that they had failed to find a winner, yet again. Feelings rushed through her again, everything she had felt last night. Most strongly of all was the growing resignation that there might never be a clear cut winner. That…well, for the first time, Arianne felt something she thought had to be impossible. She found herself respecting Sansa. Oh, that only made the other woman ten times more infuriating, but there it was.

“We’ve failed yet again.” Arianne finally said. Sansa nodded. No more needed to be said, they had a certain…understanding now.

“For today. I still believe I’ll put you in your place, sooner or later.” Arianne couldn’t help but notice those words seemed almost…forced, like they came from a script, rather than from the heart. Well, Arianne herself was definitely not about to play nice, not with the woman who had made her life hell for the better part of two decades.

She’d just be mildly sad when Sansa died, that was all. It was hard to find a good rival.

“Well, I’m going to go eat something. I would rather not have another argument on an empty stomach.” Sansa didn’t move as Arianne stood up and started making her way towards the door. Each step sent a small sting up her leg. Seriously, what under the Seven had they done? She didn’t remember that one night in Storm’s End being this bad. She really was growing old now, wasn’t she?

She walked over and tugged open the door. Rather, she tried to. The blasted thing wouldn’t come open. She felt like a complete fool for a moment. Then she tried pushing the doors outwards. That didn’t work either. Arianne then turned around and glared at Sansa.

“What, you trapped me in your room when I was asleep? Come now.” Sansa looked at her for a moment, confused.

“You realize I’d trap myself in with you too, right?” Well…Arianne could be forgiven, she’d just woken up.

“I’m sure you have a guard or something on the outside. Just call them and get this foolishness over with. I’m starving.” Sansa stood up, and started walking towards the door. So this had been some strange kind of power play. Honestly, what was that woman’s prob- Wait, Sansa didn’t seem pleased with herself at all. She seemed…concerned.

“Arianne, I didn’t do this.” Sansa said, after giving the door a hard tug. Then she started banging her hand against the frame of the door.

“Hello? Someone, Your Queen needs you!” Arianne waited for a moment. It passed, and then several more passed. No-one came. Arianne then added her voice to Sansa’s, the two of them calling out in unison, banging on the door. They finally gave up a few minutes later, the stinging hand really wasn’t worth it.

It wasn’t just that nobody had come to help. It was also that she had heard absolutely nothing from the other side of the door. Now that she really paid attention to it, she could barely hear anything at all. That was strange, a place as big as this, with as many people as this, always had a certain level of…life to it. It was something you got used to and barely paid attention to. Complete silence was not something she had heard in a very long time. It was more deafening than anything else.

Without a word, she walked over to the window. She eyed it for a moment. The window faced a pure cliff, underneath which was a violent looking ocean. If the fall didn’t kill her, the waves would take her. Perhaps if this was a story she’d safely wash ashore somewhere. Damn it all, but they really were trapped. She turned over to Sansa, who looked a lot more composed than Arianne herself felt.  

“There has to be some way out of this mess. I’m not inclined to wait here for Seven knows how long before someone comes to help us.” Sansa didn’t say what Arianne was thinking. Neither of them really wanted to voice the possibility. Maybe this was all an elaborate trap, in which case, there would be no escaping this mess, not with someone else’s help.

That thought just led to ruin, and so she didn’t let it bother her. Yes, she was just helping herself before someone else had to. It really was that simple.

“There has to be a hidden exit. A manor like this has to have some kind of hidden entrance, they always do.” Arianne nodded, she had started thinking much the same. She walked over to one of the walls, starting to hit it with a large wooden mug. She listened closely. One of the easy ways to find an escape route was if any sections of the wall sounded slightly different from the others.

Of course, if the escape route was made with any care, this wouldn’t work. Still, it couldn’t hurt to get all the easy ways out first. She had just managed to check the entire room when Sansa finally called out.

Arianne frowned, heading into the other room -a privy. There, Arianne saw something that both made her relieved and terrified at the same time. Sansa had found the secret exit alright, it was right next to the privy. The only problem was that it was remarkably like another secret passage the two had used, oh so very long ago.

“It has to be just a coincidence. It just has to be.” She muttered under her breath, heading over to the entrance. The two stared inside, before staring at each other. Once, decades ago, the two had fought over which of the two would go in first, lest the other attack them with their back turned.

Arianne saw the same question in the other woman’s eyes and she sighed. 

“I think we have bigger things to worry about right now than each other.” Sansa nodded, and the two slowly made their way inside. It was just barely wide enough for the two of them to walk in together, if they squeezed. Well, it was better than nothing, and it wasn’t like they actually trusted each other.

The tunnel was cramped and distinctly humid. Moreover, it was bloody dark to boot. The cave turned downwards, presumably it led somewhere far, far away from the mansion. It was mostly dark too, and that made their passage slow and tedious. There were a few torches at set intervals, but they were few and far between.

They must have been walking for a good five minutes, with no end in sight. This was definitely more elaborate than it should have been. Even many of the secret exits in King’s Landing weren’t this long. That just added to the growing pit in her stomach, the one that was getting harder and harder to ignore.

Still, after a walk that felt like it stretched forever, they did finally reach an ending, of sorts. “Fuck…fuck.” Sansa exclaimed, staring at the dead end. It was…well, it was a wall made out of tiny, tiny rocks, all stacked up high. Thin prickles of light just barely cut in through the barrier, promising of the outside world. They had come so close, had done so much, and in the end they were still stuck here.

Arianne walked forward and touched the rocks with her hand, testing them, feeling them. Yes, this would definitely not be something easy to move. Still…it wasn’t like they had to move all of them, they just had to move enough pieces, the rest would probably just fall over on their own.

“I never thought you’d balk at hardship. We’re not dead yet, now come help me you blasted idiot.” Arianne barked, getting to work, feeling at more of the stones, trying to pry any of them loose. To Sansa’s credit, she was right beside her in an instant. The two prodded and pulled, their nails digging into hard rock.

They just needed one opening, a single crack. After that, the rest would follow. This looked like the tunnel had collapsed in on itself. Thankfully, the pieces of rock were just small enough that they might be able to lift them, at least the smaller ones.

“Fuck!” Sansa exclaimed and Arianne jumped back. It was a good thing she did, because one of the pieces of rock crashed down on the place she had just been standing. She turned to watch Sansa, who at least had the grace to look embarrassed.

“After two decades of trying to get rid of me if this is how you managed it…” Arianne shook her head, surveying the wall now. Sansa had apparently managed to pry out one of the pieces from near the very top. Arianne reached up, just barely managing to get her fingers inside the small hall that now formed.

The next piece of rock came out easily enough. Well, rather it fell down easily enough. Sansa yelped as she jumped back. Arianne had not thought to warn her, it served her right. Sansa glared at her, but then the two got to work, prying out what loose pieces they could. 

As they worked, more and more light streamed into the tunnel. Arianne noticed something…odd. The small wall of rock hadn’t extended all the way into the ceiling, that had been the only reason they had managed to pry anything out to begin with. It was…odd. She didn’t think too much of it as she continued her work.

Finally, after what felt like hours, they had made a small opening just large enough for someone to fit through, if she crawled through it. Beyond the small gateway, Arianne could see a large, ornate door, the top of it cut out to reveal a large room. Arianne blinked, this was the room they had come here from. 

The room had another door, but it had been locked, so she hadn’t thought much about it. Had they really just come in a circle. What kind of elaborate joke was this? She didn’t know if she wanted to scream, laugh or cry, but she was strongly considering doing all three. Sansa had noticed too, judging by the way her shoulders stiffened.

The two women eyed each other, before they started pushing and pulling, trying to be the first one to go through. Their small struggle had almost been enough to get another section of the wall to fall down on them, and they’d quickly abandoned it. 

“Just go in first. I’d rather not be the one this tunnel falls down on if it’s as deadly as it looks.” Arianne sighed before getting on her knees and starting to crawl through. Maybe she could lock that door behind Sansa and be done with her for good.

She stood up on the other side, dusting at her now muddy clothes. Even her hands looked distinctly…black. Sansa followed soon after her, and the two stared at the door, not saying a word. What was there to say?

Arianne frowned, seeing the woman reach out beside her, before she pulled back. Was that…a small piece of parchment in her hand? Arianne heard Sansa take in a sharp breath, and she leaned down to look. Oh Seven. This can’t be happening. 

That was the seal of the King. The two women eyed each other for a moment. Thoughts raced through Arianne’s head, thoughts she had been thinking for a while, and had been ruthlessly suppressing. It was getting harder and harder now. Looking at Sansa, she could see that the other woman was just as shaken as Arianne herself was.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Sansa broke the seal and unfurled the paper. Then, the two began to read by the dim light of what had been their only means of escape.

The two women stood there for a long moment that seemed to extend into eternity. Finally, Sansa set down the letter with a sigh, before tossing it onto the ground. Then, she reached out. There was a small latch beneath the door, and she shoved it aside. After that, the door opened.

Wordlessly, the two went back to the room they had started at. Arianne went off and sat on the bed, staring at the wall. Sansa went and sat on one of the chairs. Silence stood between them. Arianne didn’t know what to say, though she did feel like she had to say something. Thoughts raced through her mind. There was a network of implications that branched out. Taken together, they painted a rather horrifying picture of what had really been happening these several years.

“Did you…kill my boy?” She found herself finally asking. That was the one thing she had to ask, if nothing else. Sansa looked at her for a long moment, before finally shaking her head. Arianne had, in more subtle ways, already asked the other woman this plenty of times. This time however, for the first time, she truly believed her.

“Did you?” Sansa asked after a time. Arianne shook her head, just as solemnly. Sansa nodded, as if accepting the answer. The silence seemed to stretch once again. Arianne was lost in her own thoughts, just how much of what she had believed had been a lie? Had she really been played this completely, for this long?

She didn’t like the train of her own thoughts, and yet it was impossible not to start drowning in them. Aegon…damn her but she had been careless. Of course, she knew that Aegon was dangerous, but she thought she had him well in hand. Even if she had been wrong, she couldn’t imagine that she could be as wrong as she had ended up being.

What was there to do? Could she do anything but accept this? Maybe there was still a way, surely there had to be someone in this bloody mansion that knew this was no way to treat a Queen.

She paused, looking up. Sansa was laughing hysterically. She was holding her chest, hunched over. Arianne regarded her as she kept on laughing. Finally, Sansa wiped at her eyes, before turning to look at her.

“I didn’t think you’d go mad from this.” She commented. Sansa shook her head, amused.

“Don’t you see? It’s over. There’s no way out.” Arianne frowned at the woman. Perhaps she really had gone mad. Sure, there was no way out, but the Seven burn her if she just sat back and accepted this. Maybe if they only pretended to die, and someone came to check up on the-

“Arianne. It’s over.” Sansa said one more time, much more solemnly than before. Hearing those words, Arianne almost felt the life sap out of her. She had been silly, entertaining idle fancies rather than looking at something practical. No matter what she did, the end result would be death. The only question would be the when and the how.

With that…she felt lighter. It was as if a great burden was lifted off her shoulders, allowing her to sit up straighter. She was confused, confused at the relief she felt, at the exhaustion that she had been masking all these years. This was the end, more or less. There was no point in pretending, no point in scheming or plotting, no point in anything.

That was a thought so amusing it sent her into her own fit of laughter. When she finally got control of herself, she saw that Sansa had moved to sit beside her on the bed. Sansa had an odd look to her face, one that Arianne had never seen before on the other woman. For once, she could actually tell what the other woman was thinking.

“Well, we really messed this up, in the end.” Arianne said with a sigh, letting her head rest on the pillow.

“I suspect we messed this up that very night, back in Storm’s End.” Sansa answered back, shifting and then lying down opposite her. The two stared up at the ceiling.

“Do you think things would have been different, if our first plan had worked out? All those years ago?”

“You can see what a mess we’ve made of this with just the two of us. Now throw in Margaery. No, I suspect this is about as well as things could have turned out.” Sansa said with a small chuckle. Arianne nodded, this really had been the only outcome from the start.

“Still, now that we’re here, what happens next?” Arianne wondered, more to keep the conversation going than for any other reason. It had been a long time indeed since she’d opened up like this with anyone. Sansa looked around the room for a moment, seeming to inspect every corner, every object.

“I suspect we’ll find a vial of poison around here somewhere. Knowing Aegon, I’d bet it’s stashed away in one of the pillows.” Arianne raised an eyebrow, before reaching out behind her and grabbing one of the pillows. She undid the seam at the back, and started prodding her hand inside it.

After a few moments, she pulled out what looked like a small, almost silver vial. Arianne inspected it under the candlelight. She couldn’t recognize what this was, but she doubted it would be very painful. Yes, this would probably be little different than falling asleep and never waking up at all.

“A backhanded gesture if I’ve ever seen one. He knows we won’t take it, but he put it there anyway.” Sansa nodded absently. Arianne stared at the vial in her hand for a moment longer, before raising her arm and flinging the thing out of the open window. She didn’t hear it crash, wherever it did.

“So, how are we going to actually end this? I imagine it’s going to take quite a while.” Arianne said once again, plopping down on her pillow.

“Well, we could finish what we started…that night. We never did find out who would have won, if there had been nothing left to lose.” That made Arianne pause for a moment. Well, it was true enough, neither of them did have anything left to lose now.

“That may be true enough, but I still don’t relish the idea of doing what those…women ended up doing at the very end.” That, if nothing else, she was still adamant on. She had seen that room before the guards had managed to clean it up, and it was the single most disgusting sight she had ever witnessed.

“Even if we’re meant to die, and even if we die fighting, I’d rather not end up dying like an animal.” She waited for Sansa’s response, thankfully, it came swiftly enough.

“I didn’t see the room, so I’m not sure exactly how bad it was but…well, I’ve heard the stories just like everyone else has. No, I don’t think I’m interested in dying like an animal either. I am still a Queen, even if I’m slated for death.”

That brought another lull in the conversation. It wasn’t that there was nothing to say, rather it was that words seemed rather insufficient to say what was left. Faced with this dilemma, the two resolved to say…nothing. For all that though, Sansa couldn’t help but feel a little restless. How could she not?

Finally, she sighed, before starting to tentatively reach towards Arianne. The woman looked at her and frowned, right before Sansa slowly and gently grabbed a fistful of her hair. She didn’t tug quite yet, that would come later. She answered the question in Arianne’s eyes.

“There’s no time like the present. Besides, I imagine this only gets worse the more we wait.” Arianne finally nodded. Rather than reaching out for Sansa, she instead reached to her side, towards the small bottle of wine. She carefully filled two cups, then handed one to Sansa. Sansa let go of Arianne, downing the drink in three big gulps.

When she’d finished, she saw the other woman had already drained hers. It burned at her throat and made her eyes water. Well, she supposed this would do, for a last drink. Once she set her cup aside, she reached out again, grabbing Arianne’s hair the same way she had before. The only difference was that the other woman did the same, and Sansa grunted slightly at her pull. Apparently, Arianne was being less generous about not tugging.

That, of course, only made Sansa start to pull on the other woman. The two of them grunted and gasped, both of them trying to pull the other harder and harder. Before long, they were probably pulling on each other’s hair as hard as they could. Sansa stiffened from the pain, this was something she hadn’t stayed accustomed to over the years.

It felt like her scalp was going to be torn away with her hair. She tried not to think of it, instead using her other hand to reach out and grab a handful of Arianne’s pubic hair. Arianne froze for a moment, eyeing her. Sansa didn’t back down for an instant, waiting as the other woman used her own free hand to grab at Sansa’s pubic hair.

The two eyed each other, before they started to pull again. This time, the two really were trying to pull at each other as hard as they could. This burned much more than it had before, and it was really all Sansa could do not to give in to her own pain, making sure she gave as good as she got.

Gasping and grunting filled the air. Some of that was hers, some of that was Arianne’s. She gritted her teeth, trying to sit up straighter, getting whatever leverage she could. That’s when it happened.

A scream filled the air. Sansa fell back onto the bed with a thud, dazed. She could barely see anything. Pain filled her crotch, pain the likes of which she hadn’t experienced in a very long time indeed. Vaguely, she saw another shape, groaning beside her, tossing and turning. She weakly raised her hand, seeing a small tuft of hair in her fist. It was drenched in small drops of blood. 

She looked down, seeing her own crotch start to bleed. It bled, and then it stung as it met the cold air. Sansa folded her legs, but somehow that only seemed to make it hurt more. Thankfully, Arianne seemed far too preoccupied to go on the offensive. Sansa closed her eyes, trying to will the pain away.

Eventually, that great pain started to subside, slowly. It became small waves that started to rhythmically wash over her. This she could somewhat deal with, much better than the sudden pain she had felt before. At some point, she had managed to finally get her own breathing under control. She timed that with the pain, and that seemed to help most of all.

She wiped away her tears. When had she started to weep like a young girl? She looked over at Arianne, who seemed to be staring at the ceiling. Sansa couldn’t quite make out, but she was sure that the other woman’s eyes were red too. That made her feel much better about all this. Neither of them were quite as strong as they used to be.

Sansa took another deep breath. If there was one thing she remembered most of all, it was to not lose the initiative if she ever managed to get it. It was a little hard, but she managed to sit on her knees and turn. Arianne barely had time to see her before Sansa pulled her hand back and punched the woman in the gut.

Arianne gasped, and Sansa waited for the woman to recover herself. It only took a moment before Sansa almost doubled over, clutching at her chest. Arianne had chosen to punch her in her right breast. This is what I get for trying to be fair. This punch stung, more than anything. Sansa knew that was a worrying sign.

Rather than dwell on it, she retaliated. Before long, the two women were punching each other. Most of their punches were directed at their breasts, some few missing and landing on their stomachs instead. More than once, Sansa felt bile rise up into her mouth, but she willed herself to carry on.

Her chest was burning now, and she could vaguely feel something leaking from her breasts. She looked down, looked down at her breasts that had already started to swell. No, they weren’t leaking yet, but it seemed like an inevitability at this rate. Sansa barely had time to think, before Arianne punched her in the gut again. This time was deliberate.

Sansa doubled over, covering her mouth with her hand. It wasn’t enough, and she couldn’t help but quickly turn and vomit on the side of the bed. It burned her throat. Arianne approached her again, and it was all Sansa could do to pull back and kick the woman in the stomach. That was enough to toss Arianne off the side. 

Sansa heard gasping and heaving. She didn’t think much of it, as she emptied her own stomach. Perhaps drinking before this had been an especially stupid idea. When she was finally done, she wiped her mouth with the bed cloth and looked at Arianne. A thin trail of the woman’s vomit hung down her cheek, before she quickly wiped it away.

“That was dirty.” Arianne muttered, approaching her all over again. It was like she just wouldn’t stop, no matter what.

“When was I ever anything else?” Sansa muttered back, the two facing each other. Sansa looked down at the woman. Yes, Arianne’s breasts were leaking, an almost pale liquid that seemed to shimmer in the light. She looked down at herself, and found much the same. With a snarl, both women were on each other again.

Sansa grabbed onto Arianne’s breast, pinching at her nipple. That was more than enough to make Arianne flinch, before she grabbed onto Sansa’s nipple with her own hand. The two women tugged and pulled. Gods, but this hurt. It felt like Arianne was trying to pull Sansa’s nipple clean off.

Sansa could all but feel her nipples start to leak more and more. The only thing she could do was apply more pressure of her own. It felt like her nipples should have been torn off already, and only luck was keeping them firmly attached to her breasts. Feeling a new rush of pain, Sansa decided to change tracks.

She reached for Arianne, grabbing her into an embrace, snaking her arms around the woman’s back. After a moment’s confusion, Arianne did the same, and Sansa felt herself getting pulled deeper into the other woman. Anything Sansa was feeling paled in comparison to what she felt now.

Their breasts heaved and pressed into each other. That brought small jolts of pleasure, enough to make her whole body shiver every time the two grinded against each other. That pleasure was only drowned out by the pain. The pain came from how tightly the two were squeezing, and more than that, it came from her bruised skin.

Oddly, that mix of pain and pleasure somehow seemed to heighten the pleasure more. This was something she had felt once before, all the way back in Storm’s End. Sansa frowned, trying to make the woman topple. She would be able to apply more force if she could get on top of Arianne, pushing down into her.

Arianne picked on this quickly enough, and the two were locked in an odd contest of strength and endurance, neither of them willing to back down. Sansa ground her nails into Arianne’s back. She could feel herself drawing blood, and she pressed on. That was more to distract herself than it was to hurt Arianne, and it only somewhat worked.

Her arms were starting to fail her. Already, she could feel them throb in a kind of soreness that only came from tiredness. She could barely even breathe either, trying to suck up what little air she could in the few moments Arianne took to recover. The two women stared into each other, as perfectly matched as they had ever been.

Damn it all but we aren’t getting anywhere. Sansa tried squeezing into Arianne again, heedless of how much that hurt her. Before, she had been trying to keep her wounded skin from the grinding as much as she could. She abandoned that now, knowing that she simply couldn’t win that way if she had any regard for herself.

That caught Arianne by surprise, and she tilted her head back, groaning and screaming. For the first time, Sansa seemed to have the upper hand, and she pressed it for all that she was worth. Yes, maybe I really can do this. All she had to do was keep this up, maybe she would be able to force Arianne underneath her. After that, it shouldn’t be too hard for her to-

And that’s when Arianne kneed her in the crotch.

Perhaps it was a little uncalled for, but Arianne didn’t care. Damn it, but that had hurt. Sansa doubled over in front of her, and Arianne took the chance to gloat. She pushed the woman further down, putting her hand on Sansa’s head. While she might not have born quite the same animosity she once had, this was still a sight she had been wanting to see for a very long time indeed.

She stood up on her knees, looking around. If only she could find some way to tie the other woman up, then she would really be the one in control. She had gotten hair in a fair contest, after all. She eyed one of the curtains. Perhaps that would do? She turned, feeling Sansa move. She didn’t have time to react before a searing pain took her.

Arianne doubled over too, collapsing almost on top of Sansa. What in the Seven had she…She finally realized the other woman had taken the chance to punch her the same way Arianne had. She really had gotten complacent, this wouldn’t be the kind of mistake she would have made long ago.

“Did you…really think you would win…that easily?” She heard Sansa say. Arianne forced herself off the other woman, one hand clutching at her crotch. Sansa slowly rose in front of her, defiance plain on her face.

“I hoped.” Arianne admitted bitterly. The two women eyed each other again, both of them clutching at their respective crotches. Sansa looked at her with a small grin. At that moment, Arianne almost felt like she could read the other woman’s mind. Somehow, someway, it felt like she could exactly predict what would happen next, and so, she tried to react first.

She reached out her hand, trying to grab at Sansa’s crotch at the same instant that the other woman reached out to do the same. Arianne managed to dig her nails into Sansa’s crotch, but not before she felt the pain. The two eyed each other for a brief moment, and then it began.

Arianne clawed and scratched at Sansa’s crotch. She clawed at the walls of her crotch, she clawed at her clit, she dug her nails into any flesh they could find purchase on. Her hands soon became slick with blood. She focused her mind solely on that. Anything else, and she would have screamed.

She didn’t look down, didn’t dare to. She could only imagine what Sansa had done to her, but she pushed the thought out of her mind. She kept scratching, and kept clawing. She started using her other hand, using it to sink nails into Sansa’s breasts. Sansa started doing the same, as the two women slowly started carving into each other.

It was getting increasingly hard. It wasn’t just the blood making it harder now, it was the fact that she was getting more and more tired. Her body had held up remarkably long, and yet even it had started to finally protest. Arianne needed to do something, and she needed to do it fast. How had they devolved into marking each other this way?

Arianne blinked, the fire against her chest had briefly subsided.

“What are you-” Arianne froze, feeling nails start digging into her cheeks, scarring her face as they scratched and clawed. Arianne did scream then, leaning in, using one hand to try and pull Sansa away from her.

Her heartbeat was a war drum beating in her mind. It got faster, and faster. Oddly, Arianne now hardly felt the pain at all. Perhaps she was just shocked. She finally managed to wrestle Sansa’s free hand away. It came away, coated in blood. She had no idea how deeply the other woman had cut. She needed revenge, needed to find some way to get back at her.

Arianne leaned in, and in that strange moment, she did the first thing that came to mind. She leaned in, and bit into the soft flesh of Sansa’s left ear. The woman tried to pull back, and she succeeded. Sansa, however, left her earlobe lodged in Arianne’s mouth. The wound sprouted blood. Arianne did not know what happened after, only her body would remember that.

They had tried to hurt each other as best as they could. Sansa grunted, pulling the other woman as tightly as she could. She stared at Arianne’s engorged clit. It was scarred, almost on the edge of bleeding. Arianne was digging her nails into Sansa’s own clit. With a growl, Sansa bit Arianne’s clit as hard as she could. Almost immediately, she felt a pain unlike any other that took her in the crotch. She screamed, pulling back, her head slamming against the frame of the bed.

Even that was hardly enough to get her mind off the pain she felt in her crotch. She grabbed at it with her hand, trying to ease the pain, even a little. She didn’t know how long that took, didn’t know how long she spent in agony. At some point, she was on her back again. Thankfully, blessedly, the pain finally started to fade. Oh, it didn’t fade completely. It just added to all the other aches she felt, rather than dominating them.

Gods, but she hurt all over. Sansa stared up at the ceiling, breathing as deeply as she could. Even that seemed too great an effort, in her present condition. How long had she been lying here like this? Minutes, hours? It was hard to tell. The only silver lining was that Arianne was doing the same, she could vaguely make out the woman, lying opposite her.

In the end, there had been no winner. The two had mauled at each other’s faces, the two had engaged in trying to fuck each other into submission, the two had tried to break each other, all over again. In the end, it hadn’t mattered, neither of them had won out. In the end, the only thing that had won out in the end, was their exhaustion.

When Sansa’s body gave out, she could hardly feel her arms, let alone move them. It was a wonder she hadn’t just passed out, but perhaps that was one small mercy. She grunted, feeling a lancing pain at her side, then at her chest. No, perhaps that was a small punishment instead.

Her arms still felt heavy, but at least she could move them now. She stared up at the ceiling again. When had it started to get so dark? She forced herself onto her knees, and that was perhaps one of the hardest things that she had ever done. Hearing her move, Arianne grunted, struggled, and finally made it onto her knees too. That was just like her.

Sansa inspected the woman for a moment. Arianne would never be beautiful again, not with all the scars Sansa had left on the woman. Sansa tentatively put her hand on her own cheek. Well, it wasn’t like she didn’t have plenty of scars of her own.

She looked down at her breasts, or rather, what was left of them. They seemed mauled, entire pieces of her skin was just…gone, replaced by other blood or the muscle beneath. Her nipples hung loosely at her breasts, and those hurt most of all. Sansa closed her eyes. It didn’t matter, didn’t really matter. What use were breasts to a woman who was going to die anyway?

She looked back at Arianne, the other woman’s wounds a mirror of her own. Surprisingly, clarity shown in Arianne’s eyes. Well, there was a reason it was Arianne with her at the very end. She doubted any of the others would have handled this as well. It had been a long time since she had thought of them. Is this what it means to be sentimental?

“I won. Just look.” Sansa pointed with her eyes at Arianne’s right breast, the nipple torn completely off. It looked like it had scarred over, but it still looked decidedly odd. Arianne grimaced, looking down at herself.

Then she looked back at Sansa, and gestured. “I’m not sure if you’ve noticed, but you’re almost bald now. Besides, I’m not sure those classify as ‘lips’ anymore.” Sansa frowned, touching her head. She froze, feeling skin, small tufts of hair. Well, she had forgotten all about that.

She looked back at Arianne and raised an eyebrow. “I think that’s rather insignificant compared to you. Why are you trying to force that eye open? We both know you can’t see anything.” At that, Arianne’s left eye closed. It had been twitching wildly for a few minutes now, and it had been getting on her nerves.

Arianne reached out, tapping Sansa underneath her stomach. Sansa groaned and grunted, pulling back sharply. “A broken rib, maybe two. Don’t worry, I have one too, that’s how I can tell this easily.”

Arianne glanced over at her hands, seeming to marvel at them for a moment. Sansa didn’t need to see to know what she was looking at. Several of Arianne’s fingers looked distinctly wrong. Sansa looked at her own hand, some of hers were broken too. What was she going to do, see who had more fingers left?

The two women eyed each other all over again, trying to find any wound that might give them an edge in this verbal confrontation. It was one of the few things they were capable of anymore.

“Besides, I suppose I’d rather have a nipple that isn’t there than one that will look like…that.” Sansa didn’t let the jab get to her, though it did sting a little. Finally, Sansa sighed.

“I suppose at this point all we’re really doing is seeing who would make for the prettier corpse. Not a task I envy.” That got a grin from Arianne, somehow more genuine than anything Sansa had seen before from her.

“I would still say I won but…” Arianne trailed off. Sansa only nodded, staring out the window.

“I’d say you had to resort to dirtier tricks than I did. Even though we’re both standing, I think I’m the victor.”

She heard laughter, and then a grunt. She turned, seeing Arianne hunched over.

“You’re annoying even now. Gods but it hurts even to laugh.” Arianne shook her head, before looking outside with her. The sun was setting, coating everywhere and everything in a warm orange glow. Compared to the carnage from before, it almost seemed like the Gods were mocking her.

“Well, I suppose there are worse things to see on your last day.” Arianne mused, almost to herself.

“Hard to make out much of anything in King’s Landing, between the smoke and the stench, I don’t remember the last time I opened a window.” The two nodded to each other, before silence took them again. Then Sansa sighed, reaching for the almost empty wine bottle. Just reaching out sent a new wave of pain through her.

She had to minimize her movements as best she could. It was a little hard to pour two half empty glasses like that, but she finally managed. She started to drink one, wincing slightly at the taste. This really was shit wine. Oh well, you couldn’t have everything. She set her glass down, and froze.

Arianne had smashed the bottle on the side table. Now, she held a large, sharp piece of glass in one hand. She put it by Sansa’s side, before taking another piece and putting it by hers.

“I don’t know who is going to die first, or who is going to win. I suppose it still matters but…well, I suppose you’re the only one I can ask anymore.” Sansa frowned, looking at Arianne curiously.

“Don’t let them have my body. It would be damn annoying. I can just picture Aegon crying over my corpse, as the realm watches. He’s quite the actor. I want to at least die in bloody peace, and I doubt I’ll get that otherwise.” Arianne swiveled the cup in her own hand, before taking a sip.

Sansa looked out the window again, at the churning waves. She understood.

“If you promise me the same.”

“It’s a promise.”

There was another lull between the two of them, as they watched the sun slowly set. Before long, darkness took the room. Arianne sighed, before opening her legs.

“Well, that’s the last pretty thing I’ll ever see. You don’t qualify anymore.” Sansa shook her head, she was too damn tired for this. She opened her own legs, wrapping them around Arianne’s back. She wasn’t anywhere close to recovered enough for this.

It took everything she had to get an ounce of pressure on the other woman. The two women’s crotches met. Sansa stared at Arianne, the one person she shared more with than she did with anything. It was a strange thing to realize at this point, at the end, but perhaps Sansa really had been the closest thing to a sister she ever had.

Haran unlatched the great door, shoving aside the large bar of wood holding it together. He glared at the whimpering and cowering servants.

“If any of you take a single peek without me telling you…” The servants bowed, scampering away. Seven, but all the people here were fools. He fingered at the knife at his side, pulling it out.

Slowly, he opened the door, peering inside. It was dark, but he didn’t let that fool him. He looked around everywhere, for any sign of movement. Slowly, he walked in, looking around. There was blood everywhere, as could be expected. More than just blood, were pieces of flesh, hair, strewn around. Haran took it all in, never letting down his guard.

He grabbed one of the lanterns, taking it and walking towards the privy. He would need to be thorough. There was no telling what some people could do, if they were unwilling to accept death. It was only when he had made two laps of the ‘secret exit’ that he finally allowed himself to relax.

He walked over to the window, looking down at the vast drop that separated it from the ocean below. He knew it was just his mind playing a trick on him, but he could almost believe he could see a large lump of blood at the very bottom, where the waves met the rocks. He shook his head.

Well, at least he wouldn’t have to go through the effort of carrying their bodies all the way back to Westeros, that was a small mercy at least. Still…the King had instructed him differently for this situation.

He walked over to the side table, inspecting the wine bottle. Damn those women, did they have to take the wine with them to the grave? He heaved a great sigh, before dropping the lantern onto the bed, watching as it slowly caught fire. He stayed there until the fire grew too hot to bear, leaving the room.

It was truly tragic. Bandits had raided the manor, hearing rumors of its new, wealthy owners. The owners inside had resisted fiercely, and they had no choice but to kill everyone there to the last man. Of course, now Haran and the men he had waiting a mile away would have to kill everyone here, just to make it believable.

Seven, but he really should find a new line of work…

Tragedy marked King Aegon’s rule. The ‘Night Of Bloody Passion’ was perhaps a bad omen, or perhaps it was a foretelling of what was to come. While King Aegon’s wedding to Queen Sansa and Queen Arianne did much to bind the land for a time, it was only for a time. Rumors soon started to surface of conflict between the new monarchy, rumors that only seemed to flare more the more they were squashed.

The birth of the first Princesses was the first great fire that set these rumors alight. I say ‘ First Princesses’ for it is unclear which of the two came first. Both Queen Arianne and Queen Sansa claimed to have given birth earlier, but I have to date found no reliable account of the truth. Perhaps it didn’t really matter, and speaks more of how tenuous things were that this was a source of controversy at all.

Luckily, the birth of Queen Sansa’s firstborn son was much less controversial. While both Queens were pregnant at the same time, and were likely going to give birth in the same month, Queen Sansa’s babe came early. A month early, in fact. The child was rather sickly, and while he was meant to be Aegon’s heir, it did little to regain the people’s trust. Arianne’s firstborn son came a month later, perfectly healthy.

Perhaps the realm could have mended from that point, now that there was a heir, and now that the rumors finally had no more fuel to burn. Alas, a few years after that, Queen Sansa’s firstborn died under very, very strange circumstances. The child, as I have said, was sickly, so perhaps this was only the way of things. What makes it strange, however, is the death of Arianne’s son, one month later. Accounts say that this was due to a ‘fall’. I find this hard to believe, and the people of the time found it harder still.

The rumors reignited, many times stronger than they ever had been. From all accounts, the two Queens seemed to snap at each other at every turn. No longer was their dispute kept private. The realm only fractured more and more during this time, most people were loyal to either the Starks or the Martell’s, not to the crown.

Some years later, in Year 13 of the Dragon Age, King Aegon held his two Queen’s under trial for infidelity. Few records exist of what happened at this trial, but the Gods judged them guilty, and they were exiled. An event like this might have soon led to a rebellion, had the two Queens not been found dead, a few months later.

At this instant, when the realm should have fractured, it oddly, did the opposite. King Aegon found a way to slowly bring all the lords together, like he never had while his two Queens lived. While many people still bore grudges, the realm did start to heal. This process only got faster when Aegon took his next to wives, Queen Alliandre from House Hightower and Queen Melayne from House Lannister.

This new monarchy was far more peaceful and stable. Both Queens soon bore Aegon heirs, though again, there is another matter of confusion. Both Queens gave birth around the same time, to a boy named Aegys, and a girl named Rhaenys. It is, however, unclear as to which mother sired whom. Yes, it sounds quite absurd, but all the accounts agree. Nobody could be sure which Queen gave birth to the future King.

The next major milestone was the death of King Aegon, in Year 34 of the Dragon Age. By all accounts, it was a natural death. The King had been feeling ill for some time, and none of the Maesters had been able to discern his illness. It is said that every man, woman and child in the realm wept for seven days on the King’s passing.

The realm would weep more, as it quickly got swept into a civil war between House Hightower, House Lannister, House Stark and House Martell. House Stark and House Martell pressed the claims of their house, crying at the injustice that had been held in for two long. Queen Alliandre and Queen Melayne fought over the claims of their firstborn son, or rather, over who would be the Queen Regent before he came of age.

All of it culminated in the ‘Scorching Of King’s Landing’, a battle from which no victor emerged. It was only after the battle ended, did King Aegon’s lastborn son -King Aginor from Queen Melayne- finally ascend to the throne.

While the new King’s reign is still young, it does seem much more stable than what had come before. King Aginor took his sister Queen Rhylla -from Queen Alliandre- in marriage. It is uncertain if this is the last chapter in this era of the Seven Kingdoms, but the book grows long indeed.

From Maeston Memnon’s ‘Musings On The Second Dragon Age’

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