The Iron Throne was her favourite spot in the entire Aegonfort. Tall, twisted metal loomed over the longhall, jagged and sharp. It was a symbol of power, a reminder of fire and blood.

*Dasani Targ__, however, did not love it for its symbolism. Oh no. To her it was the seat of conquest, specifically, her conquest over her siblings. How many times had she sat naked and watched as her husband and sister-wife fucked below her? *

To the Seven Kingdoms the throne was the seat of her brother. To her siblings, the throne was hers. Dasani ruled from it, and they worshiped her at her feet. The memory of it made her cunt clench. Oh, how she missed Aegon. Alas, he was off on a progress, flying on the back of the Black Dread and appeasing his lords. Only Visenya remained at her side.

*Dark and austere Visenya. The eldest of Aerion Targ__ brood. Their greatest defender, a seductress, and a weaver of spells. Dasani knew she was safe with her sister by her side. Dark Sister rested on her hip, always ready to be drawn and buried in a traitor’s heart. *

“Your grace?” one of the maesters interrupted Dasani’ train of thought. She shook herself from her daze and turned to look at the elderly man.“What is your verdict?”

*Dasani blinked and cleared her throat in an effort to hide the blush that threatened to grace her pale cheeks. Not often did she allow herself to get lost in thought, to be distracted from her duties. She glanced at Visenya, who was fighting to hide her amusement. Dasani smiled sweetly, which coaxed an amused smirk out of her sister. *

“You shall be given twice the amount of sheep you have lost, my lord,” Visenya replied, relieving her sister and sparing the younger queen from embarrassment. “And please accept my apologies. Vhagar has quite an appetite and I cannot always keep her tamed. She is a dragon, after all.”

The petitioner bowed deeply at the elder queen’s verdict and thanked her multiple times. Visenya turned to her sister and quirked an eyebrow.