Greeted by familiar faces

He was on the ship to Dragonstone within an hour of speaking with his father, and arriving at the Targaryen island fortress within three hours of setting off. A raven had been sent ahead of him and the whole household of the castle stood waiting for him as he walked the ancient steps to his ancestor’s home, pointedly ignoring the ominous rumbling of the Dragonmont.

His Grandmother Rhaella beamed at him as soon as she saw him. Though she had known almost 60 years, widowhood had done her wonders and Jon thought that his father’s mother looked easily a good ten years younger than she was. Her silver hair fell into curls that cascaded down her shoulders, and her heart shaped face remained mostly clear of wrinkles. He also noted that while her breasts had begun to sag with age, they still looked big and full within the confines of her crimson dress.

“Come here,” the former queen said, pulling him into an embrace, “its been too long since you last visited.”

Jon felt himself stiffen when the woman pressed her breasts against him, but managed to keep himself composed. “I have missed you as well, Grandmother.”

As the older woman broke the embrace, her daughter was quick to assume her position. Princess Daenerys was like a spitting image of her mother, only far younger and with a body that was still as firm and perky. She dressed slightly more modestly than her mother, but her bust was very noticeable underneath her silk dress. Jon had to stifle a groan as he felt her soft body press up against his as she hugged him tight.

“Dany,” he said with an easy grin, “have you been keeping out of trouble?”

The princess gave him a light smack on the shoulder. “Never, I’ve been positively rabid, cooped up in this castle.”

“Well, Im sure the Red Keep would love to have you back,” he replied casually. “Never a dull moment there.”

Rhaella laughed. “They would never survive Dany,” she smiled at them and then gestured, “come, let us get inside before the weather turns.”

They entered into the ominous looking castle and moved at a lesuriely pace. “Father has informed you of my task?”

The Queen Dowager nodded, her purple eyes regarding Jon closely, her expression enigmatic . “Yes, and I would speak to you about that in my solar. I have a few ideas that you might...favour.”

“Oh mother,” Dany laughed, “Jon’s had a big day, wouldn’t it be better if he gets settled in first before you two start conspiring together?”

Rhaella’s expression settled into a pleasant smile. “Of course. Jon, if you want to go to your chambers first, I’m sure Daenerys would be happy to show you to them. Though your father stressed that time was of an essence, so you might want to get to our matter at once.”