"Doran, don't blame me. Blame yourself for not being determined enough to choose your own heir." Aenar Targaryen thought, looking at Arianne, naked beside him.
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The next morning.
"Don't go, my king." Arianne hugged Aenar from behind, pressing her naked body against his back. Her whisper sounded like that of a demon, inducing people to fall into the arms of hell.
She bit his ear and continued with her devilish, seductive whispers. "Let me help you calm your desires, my beautiful king."
Aenar couldn't help but feel ready for battle again. The Desert Princess knew exactly how to excite him. At the same time, he was speechless. That had been his and Arianne's first time, but one was more abnormal than the other. While Aenar didn't seem to get tired, Arianne also showed infinite energy.
"Aren't you tired?" Bringing the woman into the shelter of his arms, Aenar couldn't help but ask, curious. He knew very well the power of his own body. During the night, when he had been with Arianne, he had held back as much as he could, but even a fraction of his strength was not something to be taken lightly.
"I'm exhausted." Arianne rested her head on his shoulder and answered softly. Her eyes were fixed on his face, and a tired but seductive smile played across his slightly swollen lips.
"But I have to serve my king." Arianne continued, her voice sweet and engaging. "To fulfill my goals, my ambitions and my desires, I must make sure that my king never forgets this night."
Aenar looked at the woman in his arms with a calm gaze. However, he smiled and whispered in her ear: "You are my first wife. There's no forgetting you, my ambitious serpent."
A smile appeared on Arianne's lips as she heard this. She had already realized the night before that, like her, he was inexperienced. "But Your Grace is a quick learner." She couldn't help but comment, her cheeks flushing as she remembered some embarrassing positions.
Feeling pride inflate in his heart, Aenar was speechless. Men were incredibly easy to be proud of, especially when they received compliments from a woman as beautiful and high-status as Arianne. What's more, he had won her purity, which increased his feeling of victory even more.
"Doran will be really furious if he finds out about your plans, little snake." Aenar said with an amused smile. How could he not know about Arianne's ambitions? He had known about them for a long time and had never cared.
"Does Your Grace know?" Arianne asked, with a slightly surprised tone. But seeing no antipathy or disgust on his face, she relaxed completely in his arms. At that moment, snuggled against that strong, broad and powerful chest, she felt safer than ever.
Arianne wondered if this was how every woman in the world felt when she snuggled up to a man's chest. But she knew that was impossible.
It wasn't just because of the loss of her virginity that she felt that way, but because it was Aenar himself, a man who made any danger in the world seem insignificant in front of him.
"My father doesn't want to give me what is rightfully mine, so I have to take it myself." Arianne didn't hide her purpose and spoke directly. She knew that lies led to mistrust and then death, something she didn't want. So she was completely honest.
"If I have a child with white hair and purple eyes, no matter how reluctant the lords of Dorne are, they will have to accept that I am the ruler of Dorne." Arianne smiled. Although her body was practically begging for rest, she was ready for another round with Aenar.
Aenar couldn't help but twitch his lips when he heard her words.
"Daeron, don't blame your father for the circumstances of your birth.Your mother is too ambitious and wants to use you to control the lords of Dorne." He thought, slightly regretting the future of his fourth son. Not that anything bad was going to happen to the boy, but having his birth decided on the basis of conspiracies was not a good thing.
Feeling her soft, naked, seductive body against his, Aenar controlled his own desires and gently caressed Arianne's face.
"Our son won't be able to have a dragon, but he will have a strength that no human has ever had." Aenar spoke with a gentle tone, as his finger slid softly over the Desert Princess's luscious lips.
Arianne's eyes lit up when she heard his words. She didn't care about the promise itself, but about his permission for her to have his child.
Arianne knew she couldn't have Aenar's child without his permission. After all, it was very simple for him to order her to drink the Moon Tea. But with his consent, she could become pregnant without any hindrance. With the support of her son and Aenar, the Sun Throne of Dorne would be hers, and no one could take it from her.
"Thank you, my king!!!" Arianne smiled innocently like a child and kissed Aenar's lips deeply.
Suddenly, the door opened, causing Arianne to stop what she was doing and look back. Seeing Visenya's gloomy expression, the Desert Princess smiled gently at her lover's lawful wife.
Aenar looked at Leda with a helpless look, he hadn't expected Leda to be so vengeful. Noticing the king's gaze, Leda smiled sarcastically at him and stood still, indifferent to his accusatory look. This was her revenge for Aenar forcing her to listen to them having sex all night.
Visenya crossed her arms under her breasts and watched the scene before her with a touch of anger. She wanted to slap herself on the cheek for having fallen for such an obvious and low trick. Even she hadn't expected Rhaenys to help Arianne.
"Looks like a fun night." Visenya looked at Arianne, naked on Aenar's lap, and snorted coldly. That was her place, but now it was occupied by an ambitious, lustful snake.
Arianne got off Aenar's lap, put on her clothes, kissed his cheek and left with a happy smile on her lips. No matter what happened today, she had achieved her goal after years. Nothing could shake her happiness.
Putting her hair back, Aenar greeted his wife with a gentle smile. "Good morning, Vy."
Visenya snorted arrogantly, but she already knew from the conversation a few days ago that Aenar had lovers. So she wasn't that upset about it.
What really annoyed her was that she had fallen for such an obvious trick. Just as her younger sister had said, she really was innocent.
"Good morning, my lovely husband beyond repair." Visenya greeted Aenar with a disgruntled look.
"Well, Dorne is ours completely." Aenar spoke, standing up without bothering to display his nakedness in front of Visenya and Leda.
Visenya nodded. Now that Arianne was Aenar's lover, there was no way Dorne could escape the hands of House Targaryen. Best of all, there was no bloodshed or hatred, although there was probably some resentment on the part of Doran's sons. But they were irrelevant in the face of the benefits that House Targaryen had received.
"Doran will be livid with rage when he learns of Arianne's plans." Helping Aenar clean himself with a wet cloth, Visenya commented with a smile. From Aenar's description, she knew how Doran acted and looked. The man would certainly be furious, but helpless in the face of the power grab.
There was no resisting House Targaryen, especially Aenar, who, in Visenya's eyes, was practically a god.
"The army is ready for departure. Everyone is waiting for you to give your motivational speech." Visenya reminded Aenar that the whole army, including her, was about to leave for the Riverlands.
Aenar nodded and said: "When you get to the Riverlands, you can have all the fun you want."
Aenar's words were translated as follows for Visenya: "Burn anyone who dares not surrender. Have as much fun as you want."
The young woman's eyes practically glowed with excitement. It was the first time she would use Syrax in a real battle, a battle where she would rain down fire and blood on the enemy.
Seeing Visenya's excitement, Aenar smiled. Like any Targaryen, she was brave, and fire ran through her veins, without any fear of war. That pleased him.
You may fear war, but you must never back down in the face of it.
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