Go with Rhaella

“I suppose you’re right Grandmother,” Jon conceded, “Father needed me to get onto this as soon as possible. Perhaps we better go straight to your solar.”

Rhaella nodded, and smiled at her daughter, “not to worry, you two can catch up at supper time.”

Dany looked obviously dissapointed, but recovered well enough and allowed them to continue on without her. Rhaella led Jon up through the winding stairs, higher and higher until they were at the chamber of the painted table, the very room where their ancestor Aegon the Conquer first planned his invasion of Westeros and the founding of their 300 year dynasty.

To Jon’s surprise, a woman was waiting for them at the table. Dressed in crimson robes and with red hair to match, Jon was reminded of his studies as a boy and guessed the woman to be one of the priests of R’hllor the Red God that was popular across Essos. The woman was pale, but in a comely sort of way. In fact Jon found her to be one of the most beautiful women he had ever seen, with her firm breasts and shapely rear, she looked like some ancient Valyrian sculpture of a love goddess come to life.

“Jon,” Rhaella said, piercing his thoughts, “this is Lady Melisandre, a Red Priestess from Asshai who has come into my service.”

The woman curtsied and smiled at Jon with open desire. “It is a pleasure to meet you, Prince.”

Jon swallowed. “Likewise my lady.”

Rhaella smirked at them and went over to the head of the table, her hands picking up a small message. “Your father sent this to me. He told me of the threats to our throne, of his fading health and his plans for you,” her expression grew strange for a moment before her eyes fell on him. “He wants you to find allies across the sea and take a bride to secure our line. But his plans have become unnecessary.” Her expression grew predatory, her eyes full of lust, “you have all you need right here.”

It took Jon a moment to process that. He blinked in confusion. “I’m not...sure I understand.”

The former queen gestured to her priestess. “Lady Melisandre has shown me the way Jon, opened my eyes to so many things,” she licked her lips, “her God is powerful and He can secure our family’s dynasty for another 3 centuries.”

“Grandmother you’re not speaking sense,” Jon suddenly felt as if perhaps he had made a mistake, that perhaps his grandmother had inherited the family madness. “ I need to help secure an ally to defend Aegon’s throne and defeat our enemies. How can one priestess do that?”

Melisandre smiled at him confidently. “The Lord of Light has shown me your enemies, Prince Jon, and if you give yourself over to him fully, the Lord will be able to destroy them and grant you your proper place in this world...as king.”

“What?” Jon knew treason when he heard it, and his hands twitched at his sides. “Aegon is the Heir not me.”

“Oh Jon,” Rhaella replied, her voice a **** moan, “Aegon is a weakling and a fool. He will be the **** of us all...we need a true king. We need you.” She closed the distance between them suddenly, her hands snaking their way up his chest and around his neck as she pulled him into a kiss. “And every king needs a queen.”

Jon startled back a step, heart beating in his chest a mile a minute. “What is this, what madness are you speaking?”

“It is no madness Jon,” Rhaella leaned back against the table, watching him with a seductive grin, “with Melisandre’s help, we could rule the Seven Kingdoms. She has already seen our enemies in her night fires, as have I. If it is my age that concerns you, you need not fear,” she ran a hand up her dress and grasped her left breast, “ she has given me potions that have made me more fertile than ever. I could give you many sons.” She pulled open her dress and revealed her naked body before him, her legs open in invitation. “You could also take Daenerys as a second bride, become like the Conqueror,” her eyes locked onto his, hypnotic. “All you need to do is...say yes.”