The painted table

The bright morning sun shines its light over Dragonstone. Slowly it’s light moves into your bedroom and touches your skin. You awaken to the sight of your beautiful sister/wives. To the left Rhaenys rests her body on your bare skin. Her soft breasts pressed to your chest. To your right Visenya is awake and is braiding her hair. Her bare back facing you and her eye locking to yours.

“Sleep well my brother?” She asked.

“Pleasantly.” Is all you say avoiding the details. To be honest, you don’t know what truly happened. You thought you were having a dream but it felt so real. Who was that voice and what did it mean? It’s probably best to keep this to yourself for now.

“Has the fleet has arrived?” You ask.

“They have. The lords should be here very soon.” She replied. “Are you sure your alright?”

Before you answer you feel Rhaenys awaken. Her arms stretch out and than fall to your shoulders. She raises herself to meet you face to face.

“Good morning my future king.” She says to you before bringing a passionate kiss to your lips. “I hope you enjoyed the performance last night.” She giggles.

Visenya goes back to hair braiding. Rolling her eyes and scoffing at Rhaenys comments. Rhaenys takes note of this. “Deep down you loved every minute.”

“I will enjoy teaching you who is the superior sister!” Visenya fired back.

“I love it when you get angry.” Rhaenys teases.

You were about to end this sibling rivalry when a knock comes to the bedroom door.

“Your lords have arrived lord Aegon.” A voice said outside the door. This prompted you to rise from your bed and prepare for your guests. You turn to look at your sisters, they stand next to each other in their naked beauty. You place a forceful kiss on both of their lip witch they both return.

“Our Ascension starts now.” You tell them.

Both sisters look at each other. They are shocked at how much determination burned in your eyes. But they are no less excited and they join you in getting dressed.

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Ascending the black stone stairs of Dragonstone, you and your sisters reach the room where the bannermen of House Targaryen have assembled. The lords of House Celtigar, Massey, Bar Emmon, and Velaryon are assembled as well as your close friend Orys Baratheon. Besides your sisters, Orys is the only other person you could trust. Rumors spread that he is your bastard brother, but you dismiss these as misplaced rumors. The lords bow their heads to you and your sisters and you meet Orys with a shake of the hand. You and your sisters take your place behind a large object that takes up most of the rooms center.

"My lords it is time to make our mark on this world and leave a legacy that will outlast old Valyria itself." You proclaim as you slowly remove a black sheet that covers the large object.

Underneath the sheet is the the continent of Westeros. To be more accurate, A large table the shape of Westeros. For the past few days you have had craftsman carve a perfect replica of the continent. Everything from the lands beyond the wall to the sands of Dorne has been elegantly detailed and outlined to give you a precise strategy of how to forge a grand conquest. You have called this masterpiece, The painted table.

"What you see before you is Westeros, a broken land carved up by seven petty kingdoms that kill one another with every changing season. But what I see is one kingdom, one kingdom that will be forged from the ashes of the seven. We are going to be the ones to forge that kingdom. This feels like an impossible task, The seven kingdoms are strong with their many banners and armies compared to our small numbers. But never forget that we have a power that this entire continent has never seen or faced."

A large roar echos outside the castle that shakes its insides. Your lords are quick to understand your words.

"No one in Westeros has never seen a dragon, let alone face one on the battlefield. Their armor and weapons will melt, their men and morale will cinder, their castles and kingdoms turned to ash, and a new kingdom forged with FIRE AND BLOOD!!!"

Your lords raise their swords over the painted table and repeat your words. Orys is quick to join them and your sisters look upon you with lust in their eyes and cunning smiles. You keep your strong composure and turn to a nearby servant.

"Release the ravens." You command and the servant obeys.

To the lords of Westeros.

From this day forth, there shall be only one king in westeros.

Those who bend the knee shall keep their lands and titles.

Those who take up arms shall be thrown down, humbled, and destroyed.

FIRE AND BLOOD.

Aegon Targaryen, True king of Westeros.