King's Landing,

King's Quarters

The aftermath of Robert's Rebellion was in full effect. The Baratheon's wanted revenge for the fact that he killed Robert, which was to be expected given that he was the newest Lord's brother and so thus he took a hostage from Stannis Baratheon in order to keep the peace in Rhaegar's new and improved regime. The Martells hated King Rhaegar, like the Baratheons, because he had annulled the lawful marriage between Elia Martell, Prince Doran's younger sister, and himself. Meanwhile, the Starks were tempted to disown the Queen for her actions which had resulted in the deaths of her older brother, Brandon, and her own father Rickard, which caused the Queen to go into a deep of state of depression, as her only other relative in the North wanted nothing to do with her & even wished to see her stricken of the last name Stark in deference for the Bastard's last name Snow, but Lord Eddard Stark choice not to simply because she was Queen, nothing else. But she was no longer respected in the North as she once was. Meanwhile, the other Lord Paramounts were in two categories concerning themselves; either they were loyal lapdogs of the Crown that had fought for them during Robert's Rebellion's, the Tyrells, or they were simply disgruntled by the new Queen and King, the Tully's and Arryns, because the aftermath of Robert's Rebellion had negatively affected them.

"No, I'm not disinheriting Aegon, Lyanna." Rhaegar sounded matter of fact about that, he'd never, ever disinherit him as long as he lived considering he was the last of his children amongst Elia's and she did everything to keep the boy alive, as he, Daenerys and Viserys were all sent to Dragonstone during the end of Robert's Rebellion. However, unfortunately, the King required both Elia and Rhaenys to stay behind at King's Landing. Both were murdered by Aerys II in a spur of craven madness - it was said that they were burnt to a crisp in the throne room, screaming in pain and agony alongside the Mad King's hands. It was even rumored he wanted to murder his own grandson, but that was an unfounded rumour, amongst other things.

"But Rhaegar, you promised me.." She'd say, weakly in response to him. Her face fell, indicating how she felt about that. She was promised that her son would be King someday in the Tower of Joy, but now that he thought about it, that sounded like a horrific idea, as Dorne would rebel and ultimately bring the Baratheon's on their side as they'd have a mutual enemy in common, which is

"I didn't promise to bring the realm into civil war, which is a imminent possibility if I did something like that." Rhaegar stated as calmly as he could muster - which was quite something, considering he like she had just crossed a line with the very suggestion of him disinheriting his own son -the Prince that was Promised, as he knew that the signals were there when a comet appeared overhead when he was born that night. He'd never disinherit the Prince That was Promised, regardless of what she thought about it.

"But I want my son to be king." She'd say, again, although this time sounding ignorant on the kind of shit they were in. She had no experience in court, but even she should know better than to expect something like that.

He rolled his gorgeous purple-coloured eyes at her in disdain and annoyance. Why did he marry a teenage girl again? He missed Elia in situations like these, where he could actually speak to her about political things without her being totally lost in a pile of ignorance and childishness and not mention unrealistic wants like the one she was continuing to want. Like he'd disinherit Elia's son, that would be unrealistic in the long run.

"Did you learn anything from your time in the North?" He'd ask her, because when she went there last, she came back with a many bruises and many of the Queen's kings guard were injured and wounded by the time they came back and Eddard Stark did nothing to stop those rebel's, as if to teach his sister a lesson about how actions had consequence and hers were no longer being respected by the Northmen a result. The people hated her for the deaths of her brothers and father's death, and it showed through the Northmen's actions against her. Though, he did offer to take the boy someday as a ward to Winterfell, as a penance to their crime. She felt relieved, at least he didn't blame her baby boy Aemon for her supposed crimes at least.

"'I... " She stammered, feeling suddenly sick at the memory of the people she once loved turned against her so fullily and utterly for her actions. She remembered how the men that attacked her called her brother's name "For Brandon!" They shouted her brother's name as they bagged their picking gear at her as if she was to blame for all those deaths caused in the North by her own actions she took, or may as well as taken during the rebellion she and Rhaegar caused out of a sense of love that seemly would last forever, and in doing so, she'd cause the deaths of so many lives so early on in their lives or in the prime of their lives. She'd, no they'd, have destroyed families unwilling, they murdered, butchered, families from the smallest of peasants to the noblest of Lords, from every region across the bitter-filled landscape of Westeros. All in the name of love.

"My own brother Ned can't even look at me anymore. He thinks me... dishonourable!" She'd say, her eyes filling with tears. Although, it was his fault too, so he imaged the Lord of the North might have similar feelings towards him as well like that, although he hoped to clear it up alongside the issue of Robert's untimely death with the Baratheon's. He hoped Stannis would understand, at the very least as to why he had to kill Robert.

He'd reach towards the trembling girl and embrace her gently, letting her get out her tears. Which she did, as she babbled so more about Ned. She couldn't speak about him without this happening, she genuinely wanted his forgiveness, but he refused, staunch in his beliefs that what she and Rhaegar did was against his moral code and as a result, the once fruitful relationship between the two was gone, destroyed, even though Lyanna wished it not and hoped to one day redeem herself in his eyes as her only remaining relative.

"I'm sorry, sweet heart." He'd say, leaning in and kissing away all the tears off her face. She'd smile, weekly in response to him doing that, before taking one of his hands and placing it upon one of her wet cheeks, as she leaned into it. She stared into his purple-coloured eyes -they were so beautiful and so warm when ether he looked at her, she doubted that Elia ever got such a look from him. However, after Elia's death, as well as the death of his Rhaenys, he was got such irresistibly sad, it made her even more attracted to him as she wanted to comfort him herself.

She leaned in and kissed him there and there, and with a flush, he'd grab her closer, making the kiss heated and deep as could be. If there was one thing Rhaegar excelled at, it would be kissing, and as he pushed her forwards, she'd feel his tongue flushing her mouth like nothing before. She wasn't sure she could produce another, but it was well worth a try, she'd think. A nice baby girl would be nice, a Visenya. A little companion to her brother's and maybe a Rhaenys alongside her too, to make up for the lost of Aegon's sister.

He'd grin, never breaking their kiss as he picked her up in a Princess style, dress breaking and all, as he set her down on the queen sized bed. She meanwhile would continue to think about Aegon and about how she was going to deal with him, how she was going to deal with the toddler, on how she was going to disinherit him someday, and how magical it would be to be Queen Dowager someday to a King Aemon, first of his name, rather than just be a random girl Rhaegar had proclaimed as his official bedwarmer and brood's creator. Elia Martell, though albiet dead via Dragon fire, would Queen Dowager, someday when her lovely husband Rhaegar died, which disappointed Lyanna. A fookin nothing, Elia Martell had in life. She was so weak that she couldn't even produce another child for her Princely husband. Lyanna also remembered her look of pure shook and boiling angrier, even as she held her Dornish looking daughter in her hands at the tourney of Harrenhal when she was given those beautiful blue roses by her husband.

He'd grab his pants and hastily chuck them off, unto the floor they went in a flutter, than he grabbed her, and with one lurch, had her pinned underneath him, as he went inside of her, with a gasp or so of her name as he did so, whispering into her ear her name "Lyanna, LYANNA, Lyanna..." Over and over again, as he pressed himself against her. She tried pulling up her dress, but he wouldn't allow her with a smile on his face, as he lurched up her dress ever further to allow himself a even better angle of herself against him.

He kissed her neck, and eventually, got to her breast, and in one grip, he pulled out the fabric on the top of her dress, to reveal her young breasts beckoning him to grasp him in the cups of his hands. He'd take the opportunity, and fondled with them, like the beach whales they were, after giving birth to Jon, they were full of milk to give him, and as such, some of the milk stored inside of her sprayed gently on his greedy fingers, like no tomorrow.

He smiled at her when she started milking. He's experienced that with Elia once when she was done giving birth to Rhaenys. The milk got everywhere and Elia was so embarrassed by the site, it was adorable. He was reminded of Elia somewhat, even when fucking her, the exact opposite of Elia. Unlike Elia, she wasn't at all embarrassed at all by such a occurrence, and actually was smiling like she enjoyed it all.

"I dare you to lick my milk, Rhaegar." She said, taunting. Oh, a clever, little devil of a woman you are, Lyanna Stark. Rhaegar thought, as well as, challenge accepted.

He went to her milking breast he held in one of hands, and went down, and began licking it, defensively, rising to her challenge he set for her. Plus she was so hot, so hot. Everywhere. Even her cunt was hot and well steamed, as if awaiting for his attention. She turned him on with how turned on Lyanna was. She was meant to be fucked, and he was going to fuck the brains out of this one.

He made her giggle as he did that.

"How did I taste, darlin'?" She asked, with childish excitement. A child she was. A mere child, like his dear Rhaenys who was dead... And would never come back, even if she was a playful, happy little thing, that always had a laugh in her, and ran with Aegon as a good elder sister must. He also thought about Elia, but he wouldn't let himself dwell there for too long.

"Like... water and cheese." He responded back, looking at her with his milk-covered mouth. She giggled, covering her mouth to cover the cute sounds of her laughing. Lyanna was quite the little fox in be.

"Ooh, that's good!" She proclaimed, before smiling.

He removed the stuff of his mouth with his one of hands, before going back in to and placing himself deep within her once again. She moaned, his name, and he grunted, getting deeper and deeper inside of her with each push. He'd take to ripping off her entire dress, leaving it all bare for him now. He'd make sure that her legs were crossed between him, to allow himself to get a better grasp of inside of her.

"Ahhh, Rhaegar... Rhaegar..." She went on, sweating like nothing before. Before Rhaegar took away her virginity that one special night in a cabin in the middle of nowhere, she'd think about that one night, as she fell slightly asleep, even if Rhaegar was inside of her, she was so utterly sleepy...

"Lyanna... My dear girl, are you tired?" He stated, as he stopped, precariously inside of her.

"Hmmm?" She responded by yawning.

"Okay, you wanna be done?"

"That would nice, thank you. But also, thank you for the excellent sex, Rhaegar." She blew him a kiss before giggling besides herself.

"Alright." He said, removing himself fully from her, however, he'd snuggle against her, as the two fell asleep, butt nude, under the soft fabric of the king sized bed as he plopped the rather sleepy Queen under their along with himself. She fell asleep very fast, much to his delight. She was such a stunning creature... He patted her head, as she put her against his chest. He was glad she was happy, asleep even. She was so cute, fast asleep... It was a good sight to behold for the King