Visenya

A womanly figure approached you from the balcony entrance. From her presence alone you knew who it was and you turn to greet her.

“What's on your mind dear sister?” You say looking towards your sister/wife Visenya.

Visenya Targaryen is your older sister as well as one of your beloved wives. A common tradition in Valyria is marrying within the family in order to keep the bloodline pure. You and Visenya were to marry when you both reached maturity. But you decided to not only marry Visenya but also marry your younger sister Rhaenys as well. Visenya is a beautiful woman of Valyrian decent with the traditional silvery-gold hair and eyes of violet-purple.

But behind her voluptuous beauty hid an unforgiving and harsh personality to anyone who dared anger her or get in her way. She has always been the stern and serious of your sisters as well as being sensual and passionate. The two of you developed a competitive attitude towards each other, on the sparring field and in the bedroom, both of you were at odds as much as you were working together.

"You've been standing up here alone for hours, I should be asking you that question 'dear brother'." She replied in a sarcastic tone. Visenya stands beside you in a thin silk morning dress with an open center showing her cleavage. Besides that and a few pieces of gold jewelry, she wore nothing below her. Visenya always found a way to catch your eyesight. “What is on your mind?”

“Westeros.” You say to her.

“Your recent obsession in that backwater continent of feuding kingdoms has me at a loss.” Visenya comments.

“Don’t think of it as a land of divided kingdoms. I see Westeros as one realm to be ruled by one king. A new legacy to carve for our house.” You say.

Despite her looks, you can tell Visenya was slightly intrigued.

"Our father and those before him stayed content to sit on this island and dabble in small politics in the east with little to no gain. The power we command should be put to a more ambitious goals.” You finish your argument.

“And you plan to include us in this little plan of yours?” Visenya asks closing the distance between you and her. Your bodies in a soft embrace.

“Sooner than you think, once the-.”

Suddenly a gust of wind passes through you both. Gliding over you is the dragon Meraxes currently mounted by your younger sister Rhaenys. This would startle most men who haven’t seen a dragon but you and Visenya are unfazed.

“I swear her obsession to that dragon-.” Visenya tries to say before you cut her off.

“Let her enjoy herself and let us enjoy each other.” You say before kissing your sister. Visenya returns that kiss until suddenly breaking away.

“Your not gonna bed me that easily, not this time.” She whispers firmly. Despite her words, you **** another kiss to her lips. This one with allot more ****.

“Was that a challange Visenya?” You fire back directing your sister wife to the bedroom. Before you can relieve your sister of her garments she pushed you onto your bed with great strength.

“A challange you won’t overcome.” Visenya smirks.