Chapter 15: You Want to Be Queen?

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  Viserys Targaryen was extremely arrogant and proud of his lineage, so at least he’d read his Targaryen lore when he was young. But they were old memories. I had the memories, but they were kind of blurry now. So I was reading through it again.

  I rested against the bed frame, the weight of the thie heavy in my hands. The pages were filled with the legay bloodlihe victories, and failures of Targaryens who had e before me. The words blurred slightly as I read aloud, the y voice filling the quiet room.

  “King Daeron I, the Young Dragon, takes the throne and almost immediately unches an invasion of Dorne, which had remained defiantly indepe since Aegon's nding.”

  My voice trailed off, the line h at the edge of my tongue when Kinvara, seated at the edge of the bed, interrupted.

  “By its end, he lost 60,000 men and his own life at the tender age of 18,” she said casually, her tone smooth and unbothered. Her firailed through her damp hair as she groomed herself in front of the mirror, her fiery red locks catg the soft glow of the dlelight.

  I blinked, annoyance flickering through me before I frowned. “You just spoiled my read.”

  Kinvara g me over her shoulder, her lips curling into a small, mischievous smile. “e on, it’s on knowledge. You’re the st dragon, aren’t you? Shouldn’t this all be sed nature to you by now?”

  I clicked my tongue, snapping the book shut with a sharp sound. “I’ve read it before, but it’s not as if I recite the damn thing every night. And besides,” I added, my gaze narrowing at her teasing smirk, “it’s more enjoyable without interruptions.”

  A knock echoed at the door before she could reply, the souant and uain. I g Kinvara, who raised an eyebrow in silent question, before calling out. “Who is it?”

  “It’s me…” The voi the other side was soft, unsure.

  Arianne.

  Kinvara looked at me, her smile deepening as she rose from the bed with an almost predatrace. I gave a short nod, and the door creaked open.

  Arianne Martell stepped inside, pausing as her gaze immediately nded on Kinvara, who stood beside the bed, her hair damp, her movements deliberate as she adjusted her robes.

  For a moment, the room was steeped in silence. Arianne’s expression was tight, her lips pressed into a thin line as she gnced betweewo of us.

  Kinvara broke the tension with a smile, stepping forward as she pced a hand briefly on Arianne’s shoulder. “The Lord of Light shines upon you,” she said smoothly before brushing past her and leaving the room.

  Arianne’s eyes twitched as she watched her leave, and I barely mao suppress the ugh rising in my chest. Kinvara was a troll, and she kly what she was doing.

  “She just came out of the bath,” Arianne said, her voice low but sharp as her gaze swung bae. “In your room? Why?”

  “And?” I replied, leaning back against the bed frame, my expressioral as I rested the book on my p.

  “as she doing her hair here too?” she demanded.

  I smiled faintly, tilting my head. “Oh, Princess, you should know better than anyone why. I was making her bite the sheets earlier.”

  Her eyes fred with anger as I casually set the book aside. “What do you need?”

  Arianne scoffed, folding her arms across her chest, ign my question, “A you judge me as if I’m the whore?”

  I shrugged, my tone light as I leaned forward slightly. “I believe in the lod key analogy. Is it not popur in Dorne?”

  Her scowl deepened, and I ughed, tinuing. “A key that open many locks is a master key, but a lock that be opened by many keys—”

  “Shut up.” Her voice was sharp as she gred at me, her eyes bzing. “I’ve heard that stupid saying before. Wome objects.”

  “her are men. I pared men with keys. Who’s offended?” I leaned back again, watg the irritation bloom across her face. “I’m just messing with you, Princess. Although yes, I wasn’t lying when I said those are my preferehey may be hypocritical, but they’re mine. Surely you ’t judge me for that.”

  Her jaw tightened, but she said nothing, her silence speaking volumes.

  A moment stretched between us, thick with unspoken tension, before she sighed and straightened her posture. “I heard you’re leaving soon. So… I’ve decided,” she begaone quieter now.

  “Decided what?” I asked, feigning disi as I reached for my book again.

  “The e,” she said, her voice firmer. “I’ll rekihe proposal. Since I lost the duel—”

  I smmed the book down, the sound reverberating through the room as I fixed her with a sharp look. “I wasn’t dueling for your hand, woman. What do you mean you accept the proposal?” My tone was edged with annoyance. “I was the one who rejected it first, not you. I don’t want a woman who spreads her legs for everyone.”

  “I don’t—!”

  “Yeah, yeah,” I cut her off with a wave of my hand. “Only for those you ‘love.’ Same thing.”

  I pushed myself off the bed, my movements deliberate as I crossed the room. Arianne instinctively stepped back, her bravado faltering as I loomed closer.

  “You’re mistaken, Princess,” I said, my voice low as her back hit the wall. “Your father and uncle already promised their support. They didn’t offer me your hand because they knew I didn’t want it. They didn’t o. You’ve lost your leverage.”

  Her eyes widened, a flicker of doubt crossing her features as she stared up at me.

  “What,” I tinued, my hand reag out to grasp her firmly. “Did seeing my dragon make you so greedy? Is that why you think marriage is now the right choice?”

  She bli me, her defiance melting into something more vulnerable. Her gaze was glossy, and her lips trembled.

  “You’re horrible,” she whispered.

  “This is a cruel world, Arianne,” I replied, letting her go as I stepped back. “Don’t hate me for being ho. You want to know why I won’t marry you?” I turned, gng at her over my shoulder. “Because I don’t o. Your father already promised me his support. I don’t need you.”

  Her silence was heavy, her pride clearly bruised, but I ig.

  “e here,” I said, my tone anding.

  Arianated, but something in my gaze pelled her. Slowly, she stepped forward.

  “Stay by my side,” I said. She hesitated but eventually moved closer, sitting beside me. Her eyes were slightly shaky, nervousness fshing across her face as she swallowed hard.

  I reached out, running my fihrough her hair, letting the silky strands slide between them. “You’re beautiful,” I said, my voice softer now. “But beauty alone doesn’t rule the world. Strength does.”

  Her gaze flickered, fusion and something else mingling in her expression.

  “You want to be Queen?” I asked, tilting her up to meet my gaze. “I am not sure if you’re suitable to be one, as you were so offended by a mere reje that you demanded a duel of honor.” He said, “But I suppose everyone should get a sed ce. I’ll give you one. If you wish to prove yourself, stay close to me. Show me your loyalty, your strength, and perhaps, who knows what the future holds.”

  Her lips parted in shock, but no words came.

  “What? You heard me,” I said, my voice calm as I brushed a thumb over her cheek. “I like women. “Kinvara brings warmth and fort, but I seek something more. I need someoh ambition, fire, and the ability to stand beside me. So I think I need more women in my life and bed,” I said, even as she fidgeted on her spot. “I pn to make the daughters of high lords my mistresses. I trust you don’t judge. After all, the Dornish don't judge a man’s lust.”

  “You–”

  “Then, when I'm done quering the nd?” I cut her off. “I'll y Queen from among the mistresses.” I traced a finger down her , slowly raising her and making her eyes loto mine. “It'll not be based on their past or how mahey slept with. But based on how much I've apaheir pany…” My gaze lingered on hers, holding her in pce. “What do you say, little princess? You want to earn that, no?”

  The room fell silent, the tension thick as her breath hitched, and I leaned back, a faint smirk on my lips.

  Arianne Martell was never going to be my Queen. Not in this lifetime, not in any. But gods, she was too damn hot to let any other man have her. No, I wanted her broken under me, her moans eg with surrender.

  “Queen Arianne,” I murmured, letting the words roll off my tongue like a sweet tease. “Has a nice ring to it, doesn’t it? The Queen ons. The first dragon rider in hundreds of years who isn’t a Targaryen…” My gaze locked onto hers, and I watched the way her throat bobbed as she swallowed, caught in the web of my words. “Tell me, Princess. Wouldn’t you like to ride a dragon someday?”

  “...Y-yes,” she whispered, her voice trembling, her gaze filled with something raw and untamed. Gods, this woman was greedy. I liked that.

  “Good,” I said simply before reag out and yankioward me with one sharp motion. Her body was light, and my strength was absolute. She nded on my p, her breath hitg as her soft curves pressed against me. “You ride ht now.”

  Her eyes flickered with a dangerous mix of greed, hunger, and something darker—lust. This woman had a weakness, and I’d seen it id bare before me. She thrived on humiliation, only to be soothed by the promise of something sweeter afterward.

  A need born from a fractured past, the telltale signs of her daddy issues written in every movement. She craved validation from a man who could dominate her, even as she spoke of freedom and equality. Her gaze locked onto mine, her chest rising and falling as she leaned forward. And then, with a sharp, desperate motion, she crushed her lips against mine. Her kiss was fierce, almost punishing, her body squirming against me as if demanding attention.

  And gods, wasn’t it intoxig to watch her unravel.

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  I allowed her to lead for a moment, her tongue dang against mih desperate hunger.

  “Mgh…” Her fingers cwed at my shirt, her breaths ing in sharp, ragged gasps as she sought to cim some sembnce of trol. But I wasn't about to yield so easily.

  My hands slid up her back, tangling in her hair, and with a firm tug, I pulled her head back, breaking the kiss.

  “W-why?” Her eyes widened, her lips glistening and parted, her chest heaving with each breath.

  I held her gaze, smirking as I leaned in, my voice a low, husky whisper. "Shh. Not so fast, Princess. You don't call the shots here, do you?”

  She whimpered, her eyes fshing with a mix of defiand desire.

  I kept one hand firmly tangled in her hair, the other sliding down to cup her breast through her dress. Her breath hitched as my thumb circled her dark nipple that she was so proud of, feeling it hardeh the fabric.

  "Don't be shy now. I like my girls ho. So aruthfully. This is what you want, isn't it?" I murmured, my lips brushing against her ear. "You wao take trol, to make you feel liberated."

  She stared at me, her breathing rough, as she swallowed. A moment ter, her nod was barely perceptible. "Yes," she whispered, her voice barely audible.

  I chuckled before releasing her hair and moving both hands to the nee of her dress. With a swift, decisive motion, I tore the fabric apart, exposing her breasts to the cool air of the room. She gasped, her hands instinctively moving to cover herself, but I grabbed her wrists, twirling around and pushing her on the bed.

  I loomed over her, pinning them behind her back with one hand. "Don't hide from me," I said, my eyes locked onto her now exposed flesh.

  Her breasts were perfect, round, and firm, her nipples hard and begging for attention. Oh, how full those child-bearing hips were. I leaned down, capturing a nipple in my mouth, sug and teasing it with my tongue. She moaned, her body arg against me as she squirmed under me.

  I released her wrists, my hands moving to her hips, tearing her clothes as she felt my hardened cock press against her. “O-oh…” Her eyes widened as she felt me press against her, only the fabriy pants separating us.

  I kissed her while l my pants just enough to free myself, feeling the cool air a trast to the heat of her body.

  "Aren't you looking so eager?" I asked, my voice hoarse as the tip of my cock pressed against her fat, hungry pussy.

  Her eyes were gzed with lust, her breath quid desperate. "Yes," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "Please, I want it. Please..."

  I didn't need any more encement. With a swift, powerful motion, I lifted her hips and smmed down my cock, her moan filling the room as I filled her pletely.

  I leaned over, catg her mouth, as her body tensed. Her arms hugged me tightly, and her nails dug into my shoulders as she adjusted to the sensation.

  I leaned back, my hands holding her face, my gaze locked onto her silver eyes. "Heh. Now, Princess," I said, grinning. "Let's see how well you ride.”

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