(Y/n) moaned, as her fingers gripped into his pale hair. She had to say one thing for Aegon, the young dragon was good with his tongue. The prince feasting on her like a starving man that had just been sat before a table groaning with food. The lady of the city pulling at the sheet beneath her, as Aegon slowly pushed another finger inside her.

She had been in the Keep for some days now, yet thanks to the needs of the prince and the Hand of the King, she had barely been able to step foot out of her rooms. Her only real time away, when she would bathe, though Aegon and Otto had wanted her then, too.

The lady of the city was well aware that many would think of her as little more than a whore by another name. That she was no better than the women that opened their legs for a few coins, in the fleshpots of Flea Bottom. But there was not a whore in the kingdom that had what she had. Not one who had the power and reach that she had at her fingertips. That, and none of them were trained killers; (Y/n) knowing that if and when the time came that either, or both of her lovers were to tire of her, she could bring the whole lot of them down, and then just go back to what she used to do before hers and Otto's paths had met.

Suddenly she let out a heavy moan, as her high overtook her. Aegon savouring the taste of her for a moment longer, before he crawled up her body. A broad spreading across his face, as he licked his lips.

"I think that makes us even..........." He chuckled slightly, as he looked down at her; the prince referring to how she had dropped to her knees and taken him into her mouth, as he slumped against the wall. The lady pleasuring him until he had come undone; white ribbons filling her mouth, as his knees had almost buckled beneath him.

"Even? Is that what you think. I did not know that we were keeping count. For if we are, Aegon, I think we are a long way from even..........." (Y/n) replied, as the prince dropped to her side and lay his head on her chest. Aegon taking her hand and placing it on his hair. A soft hum leaving him, as she combed her fingers softly through his pale locks.

"Does your wife not wonder where you are when you spend all these days and nights with me. When you leave smelling of my perfume and sex; my marks covering your skin..............?"

"Helaena?" Aegon's head as well as his brows raised at the question. Not sure why the lady would concern herself with his sister-wife, when he himself didn't.

"Helaena has the children. I have no need for her, not when I have you; she speaks in riddles half of the time, in a language that I am sure if of her own making. She will catch insects and watch them for hours, not saying a word. I doubt that she cares what I do with my time. I certainly do not care about what she does.........." The prince replied, before placing his head back to her chest; his hand moving to her breast, so that his fingers could ghost over the pert nipple.

A part of (Y/n) had to feel as though it must be a sad life; not Aegon's you take it, but Helaena's. The poor girl made to marry her own brother for some notion of keeping the bloodline pure. It obvious that there was no real love between the pair. Though despite how the prince had mentioned it to her, (Y/n) still believed that Aegon was incapable of loving anyone, but himself. Not that this sorrow for the female dragon meant that she felt guilty for what she was doing; after all, if it wasn't her, then it would be another woman, or the prince would still be impregnating naïve and unwilling girls that served the family. Girls that were forced to drink Moon Tea by his mother, before being paid off, and sent away. If not for her, there would be more of his white-haired bastard children that would be forced to fight for their lives in the fighting pits of Flea Bottom. So, in truth, it was as if she were doing a service for the entire kingdom; the last thing that the people needed were more Targaryens. That, and guilt was for other people. Her master teaching her long ago that such things made you weak, made it impossible to do what needed to be done. Or worse, could get you killed.

"I want a bath........" Aegon suddenly announced, as he propped himself up on his elbow.

"Well, you know where they are. I don't think you need me to hold your hand.........."

"It is not my hand that I want you to hold. Come with me, I like it when we bathe together. I like it when you wash me. I like how it feels when I fuck you in the water............." Aegon continued. (Y/n) rolling her eyes, as the prince pouted like the man-child he was. The lady pulling back the covers and dropping her feet to the floor; wrapping herself in her nightgown, before turning to look at the dragon.

"Well, what are you waiting for..........?" She asked, as she got to her feet and slowly made for the door. Aegon smiling broadly, as he leapt from the bed, looking for any piece of clothing he could find, before quickly following after the woman that was making her way down the corridor.