[15] You Want to Be Queen?

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 thick tome heavy in my hands. The pages were filled with the legacy of my bloodline, the victories, and failures of Targaryens who had come before me. The words blurred slightly as I read aloud, the cadence of my voice filling the quiet room.

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

My voice trailed off, the next line hovering 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 fingers trailed through her damp hair as she groomed herself in front of the mirror, her fiery red locks catching the soft glow of the candlelight.

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

Kinvara glanced at me over her shoulder, her lips curling into a small, mischievous smile. “Come on, it’s common knowledge. You’re the last dragon, aren’t you? Shouldn’t this all be second 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 sound hesitant and uncertain. I glanced at Kinvara, who raised an eyebrow in silent question, before calling out. “Who is it?”

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

Arianne.

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

Arianne Martell stepped inside, pausing as her gaze immediately landed 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 glanced between the two of us.

Kinvara broke the tension with a smile, stepping forward as she placed 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 managed to suppress the laugh rising in my chest. Kinvara was a troll, and she knew exactly what she was doing.

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

“And?” I replied, leaning back against the bed frame, my expression neutral as I rested the book on my lap.

“W-why was 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 flared with anger as I casually set the book aside. “What do you need?”

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

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

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

“Shut up.” Her voice was sharp as she glared at me, her eyes blazing. “I’ve heard that stupid saying before. Women are not objects.”

“Neither are men. I compared men with keys. Who’s offended?” I leaned back again, watching 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 preferences. They may be hypocritical, but they’re mine. Surely you can’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 began, her tone quieter now.

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

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

I slammed 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 need to. You’ve lost your leverage.”

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

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

She blinked at 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 chin go as I stepped back. “Don’t hate me for being honest. You want to know why I won’t marry you?” I turned, glancing at her over my shoulder. “Because I don’t need to. Your father already promised me his support. I don’t need you.”

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

“Come here,” I said, my tone commanding.

Arianne hesitated, but something in my gaze compelled 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 flashing across her face as she swallowed hard.

I reached out, running my fingers through 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, confusion and something else mingling in her expression.

“You want to be Queen?” I asked, tilting her chin up to meet my gaze. “I am not sure if you’re suitable to be one, as you were so offended by a mere rejection that you demanded a duel of honor.” He said, “But I suppose everyone should get a second chance. 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 comfort, but I seek something more. I need someone with 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 plan 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 conquering the land?” I cut her off. “I'll choose my Queen from among the mistresses.” I traced a finger down her chin, slowly raising her chin and making her eyes lock onto mine. “It'll not be based on their past or how many men they slept with. But based on how much I've accompanied their company…” My gaze lingered on hers, holding her in place. “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 echoing 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 of Dragons. 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 reaching out and yanking her toward me with one sharp motion. Her body was light, and my strength was absolute. She landed on my lap, her breath hitching as her soft curves pressed against me. “You can ride one right 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 laid 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 intoxicating to watch her unravel.

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I allowed her to lead for a moment, her tongue dancing against mine with desperate hunger.

“Mgh…” Her fingers clawed at my shirt, her breaths coming in sharp, ragged gasps as she sought to claim some semblance of control. 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 flashing with a mix of defiance and 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 harden beneath the fabric.

"Don't be shy now. I like my girls honest. So answer truthfully. This is what you want, isn't it?" I murmured, my lips brushing against her ear. "You want me to take control, to make you feel liberated."

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

I chuckled before releasing her hair and moving both hands to the neckline 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, sucking and teasing it with my tongue. She moaned, her body arching 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 fabric of my pants separating us.

I kissed her while lowering my pants just enough to free myself, feeling the cool air a contrast 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 glazed with lust, her breath quick and desperate. "Yes," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "Please, I want it. Please..."

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

I leaned over, catching 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 can ride.”

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