#blackoc

C: Cum (where do they like to cum)

Armando cums literally anywhere you let him. On your face, in your pussy, on your back, on your stomach. Anywhere you tell him, he will

D: Dirty (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Armando once caught you using a vibrator and never told you. It was just something about the way you moaned and squirmed, touching yourself while you called out his name, that fueled his ego and lust for you.

E : Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Armando’s a drug dealer, there are desperate girls lying up just waiting for the chance at a good fuck with him. I think it goes without saying that he’s pretty experienced and has methods on making you cum each and every-time you fuck.

F: Favorite position (this goes without saying)

I think Armando likes some good ole’ missionary, except he likes to fold you like a pretzel, test the bounds of your flexibility, as he pounds and drills deep into you. He loves to not only hear your cries and moans but see them too, and in missionary, he really gets the best of both worlds.

G: Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

To Armando, there is nothing funny about getting the chance to fuck you and see you wither from his touch. I doubt he laughs in general, so sex would definitely be a no laughing matter.

H: Hair (how well groomed are they)

For the most part I think Armando is clean shaven. I didn’t see a spec of hair on his chest in the prison scene so I think when you pull down his pants, it’ll either be clean shaven or a slight buzz down there.

I: Intimacy (how intimate are they)

It depends, are you the love of his life, or a quick fuck? Love of his life? He’ll go above and beyond for you. A quick fuck? The most you’ll get out of his is an orgasm and one night in a five star hotel.

J : Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Armando has a high sex drive—I mean look at his father—so he’s definitely going to jack off, especially with the time he spends alone and in prison. He’d jerk off thinking of you, squeezing snd pumping his swollen cock in his fist until he cums.

K: Kink (what are their kinks)

Now as violent as Armando can get, I don’t think his kink would be anything that can hurt you. I think if anything, the lack of a stable family and community around him would make him desperate for a family of his own with the right woman. I think he’d have a breeding kink, always moaning and babbling about how he wants to cum deep inside of you, impregnating you to start a family. His favorite phrase to moan near his orgasm: “Hazme papá, mi amor.”

L: location (where do they like to fuck)

Armando will fuck you anywhere his cock starts to ache, needing to be inside you. It doesn’t matter where you too are, if he wants you, he’ll have you.

M : Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Armando has expensive taste. So he gets the most turned on when you’re sensually dressed in the lingerie he bought you, all dolled up for him. I think seeing you like that, doing mundane things like cooking and cleaning, will have him ready to explode.

No: No (what are some things they’re not doing to you)

I don’t think Armando’s doing anything that can hurt you. He doesn’t want you to fear him if he goes to far, then he’ll loose you and he can’t risk that.

O: Oral (do they give and receive oral)

Armando loves the taste or your pussy, and he loves how he can make you cum just by eating you out, he loves the power of gives him. He doesn’t always ask for it, but he loves when you go down on him and suck his cock with such ease. It’s glorious watching you choke and slob on his large member.

P: Pace (how fast or slow is sex)

This depends on Armando’s mood. If you’re fucking or having a quickie, he’s all about fast and tough, making you cum as quick and hard as he can. But if you’re making love, he will give you slow, powerful, and calculate strokes, making sure to hit your sweet spot every-time time he pushes into you while singing you praises and telling you your worth.

Q : Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Armando is always game for a quickie, but I don’t think he has them often. If he’s going to fuck you, he’s going to fuck you passion and purpose and quickie doesn’t give him the time to do what he truly wants to do to you.

R: Risk (how risky are they)

Armando’s a drug-dealing assassin, risk might as well be his middle name. He’s fucking you in the office, in the van, in the compound, outside in the woods, in an airplane bathroom, upstairs at a friends place. He’s an adrenaline junkie and some part of him gets off on the fact that you like the risk too.

S: Stamina (how long do they last)

Do you see his body? That man can last for hours if he has too. Round after round he won’t tap out until you do, and if that means being balls deep for hours, he’ll do that.

T: Toys (do they like toys? Do they use them?)

Armando won’t use toys on himself. And he doesn’t really like them, he’d rather his partner cum because of him and what can do. He’ll study every part of you and listen to your sexual language so that he can perform just what you need to make you cum harder than any toy could make you.

U: Unfair (how unfair are they when you fuck)

Armando loves to tease you, edging you and seeing how far he can push you for your release. He loves to stop fucking you just when you’re at the edge so that you’re begging for him just to stick the head of his cock back in and finish his job. Hell do this a few times because some insecure part of himself needs to know just how badly you need him.

V: Volume (how loud they are during sex)

Armando is definitely vocal. He grunts and moans as he takes your pussy with his cock. He praises you in Spanish and English for how well you take his cock. He wants to be heard by you and others, claiming you as his with his sounds.

W: Wild card ( a random head canon)

As dominant as he can be, I really do think he’s a munch. I think he could sit for hours just eating your pussy or doing as you ask him and following your orders. Whatever you tell him to do in the bedroom, that won’t hurt you, of course, he does it. And he does it with fucking pride. He’s your best eater and there’s no doubt about it.

X: X-ray (what’s going down underneath)

Marcus said it: “those Lowery genes are a bitch.” I’m thinking Armando is strapped. He’s about 7 1/2 inches and thick, a perfect size to stretch you out and give you a good, full fucking that’ll have you craving for more.

Y: Yearing (how high is their sex drive)

High. That’s all I’m going to say. High.

Z: Zzz (how fast to the fall asleep after sex)

"May I join you?" He asked. Jaenara nodded her, moving her journal were her drawings are stored to her lap. Maekor lowered. " How was High Tide?"

"How did you know we went to High Tide?" She asked shocked.

Maekor chuckled. "I have my ways." He looks down at the sand, and plays with a blade of grass.

Jaenara huffed and rolled her eyes. Same Ole Maekor always keeping things a secret, his worst than Baelon.

"Happy to see you still the enigma of the family." She jest with a grin, turning to look at him as it was his turn to roll his eyes.

"Enigma." He repeated the word with distaste. "I like to think of myself as a private person, rather than some difficult puzzle to be solved."

"I guess. But, you have to agree it is hard to get a read on you sometimes." She confessed, Maekor look at her with a small frown. "I don't mean to be mean. It just hard to read you when all you do is look grim, it's off-putting. " She shrugged her shoulders.

Maekor's frown deepen. "You think I'm off-putting?" He asked, his tone sounded hurt rather than offended like she would expect.

"N-no. I didn't mean it like that." She backtracked with wide eyes. "I just mean it makes you look off-putting, I don't think that you really are. Trust me I have been around unsavory people, you actually the fartherest from him."

"Him?" He focus his gaze on her.

"What?" She asked confused, looking at him like she caught stealing.

"You said him instead of them." He corrected, Jaenara gape like a fish out of water. "So, who is him?" He asked curious.

Jaenara played tug or war in her head at the person she had in mind to tell him, but decided against it and  shook her head. "Forgive me, cousin. My brain is a bit foggy, I can barely form sentence or use the right words since having given birth–"

"Using your babe to dodge the question, pretty weak, cousin." Maekor leans back on his hand, Jaenara's mouth was open. "It makes me think someone in court, maybe someone we know?" He narrow his eyes at her, trying to figure it out.

Jaenara shut her mouth and turn away. "It's not Aemond." She said bluntly.

"No." He drawls, making Jaenara look at him. "He is just stupid. He is off-putting to others only because they do not know him like we do."

"You better not let him hear you say that." Jaenara giggled, her eyes going down fo her journal.

Maekor snort. "Aemond is too afraid of me to do anything."

Jaenara look up at him as he wore a smirk and stare out at the ocean. "You sound so sure, cousin." Maekor chuckled and look at her.

He grinned. "Just ask him. He tell you."

Jaenara blinked at her older cousin as he  got up, dusting the sand off his hand onto his pants. She shake out of her shock, squinting her eyes to look at him.

"Thank you for letting me keep you company, cousin." Maekor bowed his head towards her, "Prince Laenor." He bows his head again but towards the bassinet, making Jaenara smiled at him.

"The pleasure is all mine." She says softly. " We should do it again." For once, Maekor looked caught off guard making Jaenara grin at her cousin's strange behavior.

"Maybe." He said half-heartily, but his small smile reassure her of his words.

Jaenara watched as her cousin turned on her heels and stroll away with his hands in his pockets, she turned watching him disappear over the dune before turning forward again to stare at the ocean. He such a odd man. She shook her head, glancing over to check on Laenor fo see him sleep and well, before going back to drawing in her journal.

♖

Jaenara was rocking her Laenor against her slightly while he was wrapped against her chest, she was outside with Alyssa and Helaena on the bridge that overlook the training grounds. Alyaena and the most of their male kin were on the ground, amongst them Maekar and Aemond, training with one another.

Alyssa was talking to Helaena, while the quiet white haired girl was glancing between the training ground and her embroidery. She was also listening to Alyssa rants about her duties back in Magonsæte and her upcoming wedding, from what Jaenara got from the conversation Alyssa having problems choosing between colors and dishes. Making Jaenara happy that she let her aunt and alicent plan her wedding, she couldn't imagine dealing with all the choosing and matching what fits with what ordeal. It sounded exhausting.

"Oh! And don't get me started on Adrielle  and Valaena. They wished me to get married under the faith of the seven rather than the old gods of valyria."

"What's wrong with that?" Jaenara asked, glancing away from watching Aemond swing his sword at Aegor.

"Nothing." She says. " I just preferred to get marry under the old gods like mama and papa."

"What does Aegor think?" Helaena asked, as her eyes was on her fingers and thread.

Alyssa leans back in her chair with arms crossed. "He wish the same like his mother and sister." She huffed annoyed.

"Did you express your displeasure of the idea to him?" Jaenara asked, a small sly smile on her lips at her words and catching Aemond's attention.

He winked at her with a leer, making her inside twist and thigh squeeze, before watching him go back to blocking Aegor's attacks.

"No." She grumbled.

Jaenara pulled her eyes from below to look over at Alyssa, Helaena does the same and caught Jaenara's eye making them share a look.

"Don't you think you should tell him that before the wedding gets closer?" Jaenara says.

Alyssa rolled her eyes with a small pout. "Yes, but I hate confrontation." She sighed. "And besides I'm still angry at him." Alyssa humph.

Jaenara frowned, remembering what Alyaena told her the day after she got back from Driftmark. She felt a little guilty being the cause for a fight to break out when Aemond and her left, if she knew that her running away would have caused her cousins to stop talking to one another she would have never left. Jaenara looked down at her babe, and couldn't help but feel a bit relief that her family will be leaving soon. Maybe, some time apart again will reheal some old and new wounds.

Jaenara looked away from her sleeping babe to the grounds. Its a horrible thought, but she couldnt take the tension and the fighting anymore. She knew her family would never be the type to forgive and forget; they were all too stubborn and petty to forgive to let go for their own reason.

The young sea dragon couldn't even blame half of them for holding on to their grudges. Sometimes it wasn't about pride, but the blatant disrespect from the people who were suppose to care for and love you.

"Ahhh!"

Jaenara snapped out of her thoughts, blinking she looked down at the grounds to see Ser Cole standing over Balaegor. Aegor paused his sparring with Baelon to snapped his head over at his brother on the ground, clenching his nose.

"Egor!" Aegor hurried over to his brother, before dropping to his knees next to him to help him sit up. "Let me see! Let me see!" He says, trying to get a look at his younger twin brother's nose.

"I-I-I d-don't th-th-think it-it's br-broken." Balaegor stuttered out his words, his lips and teeth covered in blood.

Jaenara and her aunt and cousin  watched the scene before them with mixed emotions, Jaenara narrowed her eyes at Ser Cole as he watched the twins with an empty look.

"Stop fussing over him like your his mother," Ser Cole rolled his eyes, catching Aegor and many others attention. "It's a little nose bleed, your acting like he been stabbed."

Aegor shook his head, ignoring Ser Criston Cole as he inspected his brother's nose. Balaegor hissed when his older brother pressed his thumb against the side of his nose before Aegor drone with a low growl in the back of his throat.

"It's broken." Aegor confirms, "We gonna need to go to the healers to get it popped back in." Balaegor looked at his brother with fear in his eyes.

"I-Is that n-n-necessary?" He stuttered out again in a low voice.

Aegor gives him a look of pity, he moved to say something when he was interrupted.

"There's no need for all that." Ser Cole says, moving to stand beside Aegor and Balaegor. "I can pop it back in easily."

Before, Aegor could decline the offer, Balaegor was dragged up by the collar of his shirt to stand in front of Ser Cole. Jaenara and others leaned forward in shock at Criston's brutish behavior. What the hell does he think his doing, she thought.

"S-Ser Cole, m-m-m-maybe I sh-should go-go to–"

"No time for that." He grasped Balaegor's jaw with both hands, while he thumbs were on either side of his nose. "Don't move." He snapped harshly, Balaegor grasped Criston's wrist in fear.

"W-Wait–"

"The hell you think–"

The twins spoke over each other at once before Ser Cole popped Balaegor's nose back in place, a agonizing yelp slipped passed Balaegor's lips as tears pecked his eyes. Cole loosen his hold on the boy, causing Balaegor to dropped to his knees and clenched his face in pain as he cries.

Aegor was quick to go to his brother's side and rub his back in comfort, Balaegor was never good at handling pain. He was sensitive in that way, but that didn't stop him from training with his brother and cousins.

Ser Cole stared down at the boy with annoyed look. "Stop your crying." Criston jeered, Aegor snapped his head up with a glare as Balaegor sniffled and try to wipe away tears that kept falling. "Maybe, you should reconsider becoming a knight, little lord. I think a dress and flower crown fit you more, since you cry like you on your flower." He chuckled darkly.

Jaenara clenched her jaw, glaring at Ser Cole before glancing around as the others stare at the scene with unreadable expression. She looked over at Aemond as he stared at the scene with a bored look, as if this was a normal occurrence. She pulled her attention away from Aemond, before he sensed her looking at him, to look back just as Aegor stood up to stand toe to toe with Criston Cole.

"It seemed like you forget yourself, Ser Cole." Aegor hissed, Criston raised his brow at the young tan boy with a look that said 'oh really'.

"Do I, little lord?"

"Yes and it's Prince Aegor, not little lord." He spat, before pointing at his brother. "Like his name is Prince Balaegor, son of King Aeron and Queen Valaena of House Velfrey."

Criston scoffed before he took a stepped closer to stand over Aegor, but the younger boy narrowed his eyes at the man with a snarl.

"The only prince I see around me." Cole looked around before looking back at Aegor. "Is Prince Aemond Targaryen of House Targaryen, not some charlatan that got his crown from his tart of a grandmother's cunt."

"What the fuck did he just say?" Alyssa snapped, Helaena touched her forearm to calm her down.

Ser Cole's gaze lifted up to the bridge to look at Jaenara, Helaena, and Alyssa. "Oh, yes and of course, Princess Helaena, Princess Alyssa, and Princess Jaenara." The way he said her name made her stomach lurch in distaste, she was sure her face showed her dislike for the man. "Those are the only royals I see around here, boy."

Aegor glared at the kinght as he tighten his hand around his sword, Ser Cole glance down at the Aegor's hand before grinning at the future king of Magonsæte.

"Do you wish to take me, boy?" Ser Cole take a couple of steps back as he take out his own sword, swinging it around with a smug look while his white cloak flow behind as he shows off. "Do you think you can? Or will the little dragon go run and tell his mommy and daddy?" He chuckled.

Jaenara swallowed as she watched Aegor stared at Ser Cole with this blank look, his eyes followed every move Ser Cole made while slowly taking steps towards the man, it was as if his body shut down.

"Oh, this is gonna be fun."

Jaenara flinched at Aegon's voice, she turned her head around to see him staring at the courtyard behind Helaena's chair with a cup in his hand. He just appear out of nowhere, she didn't even hear him approach.

"Shut up, Aegon." Alyssa snip, making Jaenara glance at her cousin. "Let's hope one of the others intervene." She mumbled worried as she look at her beloved.

Jaenara frowned before looking at Ser Cole and Aegor, she was suddenly worried about Aegor, she knows first hand how cruel Ser Cole can be. Her eyes flickered around, hoping now that someone will step in and stop this madness.

"I'm gonna go get Aunt Rhaella and Uncle Daemon." She says lowly to the group, before a hand landed on her shoulder making her look up at her uncle.

"I can't let that happen, little neice." Jaenara glared at Aegon with snarl, he slowly took his hand back from her shoulder. "I am only saying that if you go off and get help that would only bruise his ego, this neice is all about pride." He smirks drunkly, looking back at the courtyard.

Jaenara shook her head looking at her disgrace drunk uncle, she turned her away to look down at Laenor. Her sweet baby was wide awake and watching her, she guessed he felt her worrying. She brush her index finger over his cheek and gave a small smile to him, as if reassuring him that she was okay, Laenor made a guttural noise.

I don't think he believes me, she thought.

A ear ringing sound made her snap her head up to the courtyard, Aegor blocks Ser Cole's sword with his shield before moving out of a way of another attack. Jaenara couldn't help but rock myself slightly, her hand patting Laenor's back as she try to calm her fast beating heart. Why must men be like this?

"What is going on here?" Rhaella snapped, making them flinched at her sudden appearance.

Jaenara turned her head to look at Rhaella stomp away from the doorway to stand on the bridge like the rest of us, her head turned back to the courtyard to see Ser Cole standing in front of Aegor, who was midway at swinging his sword at Cole before he stopped to look at his grandmother.

It all happened so fast, Cole swung his arm so quick, you would think he was swating away a annoying fly, it felt like all the blood rush into her ears making  it ring. It took her a moment to realize that sound was real and it was Aegor's agony screams, the young man grasped his face and turned away quickly to fall to his knees in pain.

Jaenara stood up with a look of horror, my eyes glance around at my cousins as they stared blankly or shocked.

"Aegor!" Rhaella screamed out of distress, she rushed passed us towards the other side of the bridge to get to Aegor.

"Oh, Gods." Alyssa mumbled, putting her hands over her mouth with tears.

"Oh, no." Helaena whispered, standing up to look down worried at Aegor.

Jaenara wiggled her nose as she try not to cry, Aegor sounded in so much pain it was almost nauseating to stand to hear. Her vision became blurry, watching Aegor grasped the muddy ground in hus hand in pain, he took deep breathes in and out as he had his back to Ser Cole. Criston swirl the dagger in his hand with his head tilt as he watched Aegor, Jaenara didn't like the way Cole stared boredly at Aegor, as if he was some stray dog he kicked for getting in his way, making Jaenara mentally pray Rhaella hurry up.

But, unknown to her the door downstairs was budge as Rhaelle along two other guards try to break it down.

Cole backs up with a small, satisfied, smile, he turns his head up and towards the bridge. His eyes made contact with Jaenara, she glared down at him with disgust and hatred as he smirked up at her, showing off his white wolfish teeth. A whooshing sound flowed through the air, Criston turned his head before quickly using his dagger to block the the attack, Jaenara gasp taken aback by Maekar's action, she held her son closer to her chest. What does he think his doing?

"Oh, little Prince Maekar." Criston smirked at Maekor's deadpan expression. "Do you wish to take me as well?" He goad.

"Brother, let me, just give me the word." Baelon asked lowly, standing a little behind him as he glance emptily at Criston before looking at his brother with pleading eyes.

Maekar turned his head to his little brother about tell him to not to get involved, but Criston chuckled, catching both princes attention.

"Seeing the eagerness in your little brother's eyes, Prince Maekar. I make you both a deal, I will let you both fight me at the same time. I always heard your elder brother, Aerion or was it Armen?" Criston asked with a mocking confuse expression, "That he was the best fighter out of all of you, your...sweet sister, Alyaena being the second. Which makes me curious, can the third and the fourth best defeat me?" He smirked, his right hand held his dagger while his other the sword.

Both brother stared at the Knight of House of Targaryen, seething as he not only mocks their brother but make a crude comment about their sister. Balaegor along with Lucerys helped Aegor, Balaegor ripped off a piece of cloth from his under shirt and pressed it against Aegor's cheek where the bleeding was coming from. Jace watched off to the side, he stopped his brother from getting involved when Criston broke Balaegor's nose, but Luke snatched away from him when Balaegor went to help his brother. Aemond furrowed his brows at the scene, he glanced up seeing the worried expression on Jaenara as she rock their son, he had a feeling that if he didn't stop this before more people get hurt he will be in a hell lot of trouble with Jaenara.

"So, little princes, what do you say?" Criston asked.

"I think that's enough, Ser Cole." Criston became stiff at Aemond's voice, "I think my cousins get the point—"

"I think...let's." Maekar interrupted, Aemond looked at his cousin/ close friend as if he out of his mind.

"Maekar." Aemond called lowly, coming to stand by his right side. "He is very skilled, there is a reason my father made him my mother's sword and shield." He tried to speak reason into him.

Maekar turned to face his friend with a mischievous glint in his eye. "Have faith, little cousin." He smirked.

Aemond rolled his eyes. "Your only four months older then me."

"And yet it still agitates you when i say it." He punched his shoulder softly, "Now, back up i don't want to get any blood on you, my prince." He jested.

Aemond stared at his friend, before he glanced at Baelon, the young prince was still staring at Cole, he looked back at his cousin.

"Good luck." Aemond whispered.

Maekar winked at his friend in response, Aemond nodded his head and moved back to his spot, glance at Jaenara, who looked at him with a small frown. All he could do is give her shake of his head and a look that said he did as much as he could, Jaenara frowned deeper and turned her eyes back to the ground. The door to the courtyard still haven't broken down, one of the knights had to go and receive Daemon and another knight for help.

Criston walked towards them slowly, making the brothers part ways as Maekor took the left while Baelon took the right. They circled the Dornish Knight, while the man stood in the middle turning his head between Maekor and Baelon to see who was going to attack first.

Baelon swings his sword in his hand, making a whooshing sound catching Criston attention. Maekor does the same as Criston glance at him, before going back and forth as both boys took turns making that sound. Criston's eyes was on Maekar as he made the sound with his sword, giving Baelon time to nick Criston's arm, making the man hissed in surprised and glanced between to his sliced fabric of his sleeve on his aem before looking at Baelon.

Jaenara and the others watched surpsied at Baelon's quickness, Maekor swings his sword in the air without aiming at Criston, making the Knight glance at him, giving Baelon another chance to go for another attack. But, Criston side stepped the attacked and hit Baelon's sword with his dagger, before he swings the dagger at the younger boy only to be caught off balance when Maekar hit Cole's sword, making him have to turned his attention back to the older boy.

Criston grunts as he turns and drops his dagger to the ground at the pain on his right side, he glares at Baelon as the boy sliced the side of his stoamach. Cole got tired of being toyed with and went to attack Baelon, who blocked his attacks before ducking and slide his feet to not get corner against the wall of where the weapons were held. Criston turned to follow the young prince and swings his sword, making Baelon block it with his own before swiping away the sword to quickly swing his sword to cut Criston's collarbone, causing blood to sprinkle on his collar of his shirt.

Criston kicked his foot out to land on Baelon's shin, making the boy bend his knee at the sudden action and pain. He blocked Cole's attack with using one hand on the handle and the other on the blade, making his hand start to bleed as Cole land blows against the blade, he let go of the blade and pushed his feet to move away from Cole but he slipped against the dirt, falling to the dirty floor, giving Cole the opportunity to kick Baelon's sword out of his hand. Before, Cole can stomp Baelon in his stomach, the boy rolled away and got up only to land a punch under the man's chin.

The punched made Criston stumbled back, he griped his sword tight and steady himself, he spit the blood that collected in his mouth with his saliva and glared at Baelon. The younger Targaryen boy smirked at the Knight, Cole throw down his sword and stalked up to Baelon, making the boy do the same and duck when Cole threw the first punched.

Jaenara watched astonished at Baelon's fighting skills, but she knows better to underestimate Baelon and Maekor, even through she is still worried about them getting hurt like Aegor, she have to remember that they were trained by the best fighter in the kingdom.

Cole somehow got Baelon in a choke hold, making Maekar stand reckless as he watched his brother. Come on, Baelon.

Baelon digged his nails into Cole's arm arms as the man was restricting air, he couldn't think about how to get out of his tight hold as the lack of air was beginning make him feel sleepy. But, before he could pass out, he brought up his hand up to grasp Ser Cole's dark brown curls, like he did Romarn when they spar when they were younger and pulled this dirty trick, he pulled as hard as he could. Cole groan in pain and bend his neck forward, before Baelon dragged his nails down Cole's face, hoping to get his eyes, causing the knight let out a agitated groan. He loosen his grip slightly, but it was enough to give Baelon the time to bend his head down before pushing his head back to land against Criston's nose.

Baelon moved away from Cole, as the man gasp through his mouth and moan as he hold his nose, he swallowed as Criston turned his eyes up at him with dark glint and raised his sword towards the prince.

"You're dead, boy."

Baelon raised a eyebrow unbothered by his threat, Cole spit out more blood and held squeezed the handle of his sword. He took two steps towards Baelon, before a whooshing sound made him stop in his tracks at the sword against his neck.

"Have you forgotten about me, old man?" Maekar mutters, near Cole's ear making the older man knock away the arm to get the blade away from his neck to take a quick step forward and turn towards the quiet prince.

Maekar raised his head high before rolling it to stretch his neck, he grasp the handle of his sword with two hands in front of him and get in the fighting stance he always see his mother and father in when they sparr each other. Cole looks the boy up and down, before he does the same and clenched the handle as he raise it as if he was about to swing it. They move to trail each other, the banging that stopped a few minutes ago started up again as Rhaella and her husband along many knights use a something to try to break down the door.

Ser Cole couldn't help himself to dart towards him and swings his sword, Maekar blocked before jumping back on his feet to miss the other. Maekor keeps this up until he had Criston sliding on the dirt and falling to his knees, which made him swing his sword hard to knock Criston's sword out of his hand and away from him. He swipe his sword through the air again so the tip of the blade could be against Cole's adam apple, Cole glared up at the second oldest of Rhaelle and Daemon's children.

"Do you yield?" Maekar asked, Cole snarl before his throat contracted at blade pressing harder into his skin. "I should take off your head right here, it be rather a quicker death than what my father would have plan for you?" He whispered, so only Cole could hear.

"Oh, how sweet." Cole spat with same volume. "The derange red dragon do love his children, after what happened between him and rhaenyra I was sure he was going to leave your mother for her." He smirked.

Maekar smiled spread across his lips at Cole. He move his sword away from Cole's neck, leaving a small cut on his adam's apple, and punched him in the face. Cole fell backwards, landing on his back, Maekar tossed his sword to the side and moved to straddle Criston's hips before he landed another blow to his face. Maekar grabbed Cole's collar bringing his face up towards his so he can hear him.

"Yet, my father still chose my mother over her, " He pulled back to land a punch in one of his eyes, "And that threat I made earlier wasn't referring to me and my brother, you dumb bastard. My father is Balaegor's favorite uncle and guest what, my father is his favorite.

So, you better pray that Balaegor and my mother could hold him back, if not, you gonna wish I cut off your fucking head." He punched in his other eye, making the Knight whimper.

Maekar let go of his collar, and continued to to land blows agter agter to Ser Cole's face. He switch his closed fist to punch Criston as his knuckles begin to get tender.

Everyone watched the scene with silent tension as the only sounds in the air was banging from the door and the sound of the hits that was landing on Criston's face, Jaenara turned her head down to look at her son after the first few punches, Helaena watched the scene with misty eyes and trembling lips as she foresaw something like this but not as violent. Aegon and Alyssa was watching with blank stares, Alyssa never enjoyed violence but considering the circumstances she was quite enjoying her brother beat the shit out of Criston while Aegon was still drunk and knew Cole had it coming, but it didn't mean it didn't hurt to watch him get beat.

Balaegor, Aegor, and Lucerys watched with frowns, Balaegor had his arm around his older brother while Aegor leaned against Luke. Jacerys watched his brother with Aegor and Balaegor with a small frown. Aemond grimaced with a clenched jaw, Ser Criston Cole was like a father to him and watching him get beaten by his friend and family had something in him break.

Cole brought his hand quickly but weakly to stop Maekor's blows, but the white hair prince with black strands in his hair shook him off and landed another punch on his right cheek. Aemond could see from his spot that Cole was barely holding on, he took a step forward, wanting to stop them before his bestfriend kill his father figure.

Baelon was by Aemond's side like a fly on a honey stick, the one eyed prince's heart almost jumped into his throat at his sudden appearance.

"If you stop this." Baelon says under his breath, keeping his eyes on his brother beat Cole half to death, making Aemond glance at him." Jaenara will see you still side with your mother, and you as well as I know, he brought this upon himself for touching blood of the crown."

Aemond looks up at Jaenara, who went back to watching Cole beating, before he turned his eyes down to the ground. Baelon stepped away to go attend to Aegor, leaving Aemond to fester in his need to protect the only man who he saw as a father and the woman he loved since he was a child.

The door to the training grounds finally busted opened, Rhaelle and the knights went to Aegor, Balaegor, Baelon, and Lucerys. Daemon glance around the grounds before landing eyes on his second eldest, he stalked towards his son before he grabbed him by the back of the collar to pull him off of Ser Cole.

Daemon shook his son by the collar, like a dog. "What the fuck do you think your doing?" He hissed in his son's face, Maekor glance at Cole before Daemon let go of his collar and grabbed his son by the face to force to look at him. "I am talking to you, Maekor."

Maekor looked his father in his eyes. "He broke Balaegor's nose and tried to take Aegor's eye, and then challenged me and Baelon. I did what you taught me when someone messes with our family, father."

Daemon pressed his lips firmly together and his eyes diluted, making them look like the ocean at night. Daemon slowly let go of his son's face, he swiftly rubbed his son's his cheek with his thumb, before moving his hand to rest on his son's shoulder.

"I'm sorry if I hurt or scared you." He said low, Maekor glanced away as his cheeks felt a bit sore from his father. "But, I was...so worried, you know how I feel about you and your brothers fighting someone without me around. He could have hurt or...worse." he chided softly.

"I know." Maekor cleared his throat, it is not often he get this side of his father in the public. "I'm sorry. I should have took care of Balaegor and Aegor rather than fighting him– "

"I am so proud of you." Maekor stopped and looked back at his father. "As much as I wish you thought about getting your nephews out of here, I can not help but be proud of you and Baelon for spilling blood for our family. Only true men would do that."

Maekor swallowed down the lump in his throat, and bowed his head. "Thank you, kēpa."

Daemon put his hand on his son's head, and brought his head to lean against his son's forehead before leaning back to kiss it.

"I'm proud of you, my son." He says in valyrian against his son's head.

Maekor closed his eyes for a second before opening them, he nodded to his father once he pulled away. Daemon brought his son close and guided him towards the door, before they could pass the Knight on the ground, Prince Daemon glanced down in disgust and disdain before kicking some dirt on the pass out Cole's face when they walked past.

"I hoped his dead." Alyssa deadpan, her arms crossed.

Jaenara and Helaena looked over at Alyssa as she turned on her heels and went off to make sure her beloved his okay, Jaenara looked at Helaena but the other girl couldn't meet her eye, she stepped back and walked the opposite way from where Alyssa went.

"Well..." Aegon spoke up after draining his cup, "That was anticlimactic."

Jaenara turned her head to look at Aegon, he took a seat in Helaena's old chair before filling his cup again, she squint her eyes at him before looking back down to the training grounds. Aemond stared into air with a downcast look as everyone walked out of the training ground, and he watched as two knights pick up Ser Cole's limp body and carrying him out. She looked away from Aemond with a heavy heart, her eyes glance towards the door to see Maekor still there and he was stating at her.

She tilt her head to her side at him, Maekor's eyes glanced down and he turned away from her.

Jaenara frowned wondering what that was about, she backed up and went to leave the bridge.

"You should be careful around him." Aegon says, making Jaenara stop and turn to him.

"What?"

"Maekor." He says like it was the obvious, "He has a crush on you, you know."

Jaenara scoffed. "No, he doesn't. Maekor is my friend."

"Aemond was once your friend, too."

Jaenara rolled her eyes. "If your worried I might cheat on Aemond again, let me put your mind at rest, Aemond and I are fine."

"Oh, I don't give a damn if you cheat on Aemond, hell how he treated you when you first came here always made me wonder why you stopped." Jaenara frowned at Aegon's words. "No, you can fuck whoever you want neice, as long it isn't your husband's bestfriend." He looked at her with smirk

Jaenara's jaw almost dropped to the floor at that knowledge, Aemond never told her that nor does she remember Aemond and Maekor ever playing together in their childhood. Jaenara didn't have a response to that and just hummed in return.

"Well, I'm not." She says, looking down at Laenor. "We are happy."

"Mmhmm, sure." Aegon says under his breath with a grin.

Jaenara brought her head back at her uncle. "Oh, go...rot in a alley in fleabottom, Aegon." She snapped, she turned away from him as he laughed at her.

Chapter 1

The princess of Wakanda was being led up the stairs by her persistent friend. They were following the music; people passed and showed their respect to the princess. Her mind was counting all the things she could be doing with her time, instead of being led to a gathering she had no interest in.

“Come on, Shuri!” The girl in front of her groaned. “You’re always in that lab of yours. Don’t you know? Life will pass you by if you don’t stop and enjoy it.”

“Life is not passing me by.” She rolled her eyes as she allowed the shorter girl to drag her. “We enjoy different activities. You know this is not my kind of place.”

“How will you know if you don’t try it? It’s always science, science, science.”

The girl giggled, “I bet you even dream of it.”

Shuri ignored the jab and sighed, “You know my brother’s birthday is tomorrow, Imani. I must get enough sleep.”

“You never get enough sleep, Shuri.” Imani retorted with an eyeroll and a smile. “You need to relax.”

They reached the top of the stairs, where the exclusive ‘gathering’ was taking place. Shuri didn’t know how Imani had gotten the invites or who was allowed in the place. But they had called it a gathering.

She assumed it had to do with status.

“I promise it’s not as bad as the clubs. It’s just us and a couple of friends. No wild night, I promise.”

“Ahh,” Shuri sighed and nodded, “I guess I must get my ears checked. For a second there I thought I was hearing loud music.”

“Shuri.” Imani grabbed her hand. “That’s just the DJ. And FYI? He’s so good he can make you dance the whole night, and you won’t even notice it until it’s closing time.”

“You’ll forget all your worries just by hearing him play.” She twirled, the short black dress swaying with the movement and hugging her hips. “But that’s not why I wanted you to come. You know Kele, right? The singer?”

Shuri frowned before her eyes lit up with recognition.

She nodded slowly.

Imani giggled, “She’s here tonight.”

Shuri did not know the girl, but her name had popped up in a few conversations. It was nothing that caught her interest, only that she had a magical voice, and her presence was like witnessing the face of a goddess. Those, of course, were exaggerated praises she had heard from some of the scientists in the lab.

“She’s only been to Wakanda, like two times before. I missed her last performance and it’s difficult to get invited. I had to beg the DJ to get me an invite. On my knees!”

“Okay, Imani!” Shuri grimaced. “That’s gross. No.”

Imani gasped and slapped her arm, “No! Not like that.”

“Being invited to her performances is like…” She waved her hands in exaggeration. “A once in a lifetime opportunity. A friend of mine got invited to the last one and she says she woke up feeling refreshed. As if she had suddenly become a new person.”

She added offhandedly, “Granted, she might have been high or something because she woke up with all her jewellery gone and she hardly remembered anything for 24 hours.”

“So, you brought us here to get drugged and mugged. Am I getting this right?” Shuri deadpanned, ready to turn around. “Great idea, Imani. Truly.”

“Shuri, I want us to relax and have this once in a lifetime opportunity together. Come on!” She hugged Shuri’s arm. “I am leaving in a few days, and this is a chance for us to enjoy something together. Plus, this is Wakanda. What are the chances of us getting robbed?”

“Now, for the actual reason we’re here.” Imani cleared her throat and lowered her voice. “This girl has been performing for the past three years but nobody has a recording of it. They say hearing her voice feels like you’re in a trance. Everything disappears and the only thing that matters is her. No one is allowed to record and even if you try, they erase everything.”

Imani knew that would get her attention. She smiled victoriously and continued, “I thought they were joking but there’s no recording at all. All the videos? Muted. Recordings? Wiped. But Shuri this is Wakanda.”

“We have all this technology and you, my friend,” She tapped Shuri’s chest. “You will use all that fancy technology and get us a recording.”

“What?!”

“It’s not like it’s illegal or something.”

Shuri was about to fight her when a girl suddenly passed by them, muttering a small apology along the way.

Imani suddenly gasped, her hand rising to slap her friend’s arm in alarm. Shuri winced as the girl slapped her arm repeatedly, her eyes wide in shock.

“That’s her!” She whisper-yelled. “It’s really her! Do you think she heard me?”

Shuri’s eyes moved to the girl. She was tall, with skin as warm as cocoa and her jet-black hair held in a tight ponytail, soft curls bouncing with every step. She wore a loose, silky dress that stopped mid-thigh with silver heels that made a sound as she moved further away from them. Shuri caught glimpse of a tattoo on her left shoulder, just peaking from the straps of her dress. She didn’t have time to process before her friend took her hand and rushed after the girl.

“Imani, stop running.” She hissed but made no motion to stop the girl. Unlike her, she wore a loose black romper that had beads sewn along the neckline. Her hair was braided in five lines, with pearls woven into the thick braids, and her Kimoyo beads attached to her wrist as always.

“Don’t forget to record.”

Imani pushed the door open, and they were greeted by a relaxed crowd, seated and chattering amongst themselves.

The opposite of what she heard from the outside just a few minutes again.

The girl was seated on the stage, a small setup made for her so she could sit above everyone else. Behind her was a DJ sitting on a chair behind his equipment.

Whoever chose the place made sure the two artists were stationed near the large window that overlooked the city. The scene was lovely and inviting. Not at all what the princess was expecting.

A few people waved them over to the indigo couches and Imani led them to the group. They all looked high class. There were various drinks on the table, others untouched. The couches were a few feet away from the stage, just close enough to admire the scene and have a closer look at the enchanting young woman.

The singer muttered a few words to the DJ and turned to the crowd with a warm smile.

There was a black band around her neck, paired with colourful bangles on her wrists.

“How’s everyone doing tonight?” Her voice was smooth and velvety. Her accent like theirs yet tinged with something completely different.

A few squeals and sighs reached Shuri’s ears. A few people responded to the question with actual words.

“I asked Mr DJ over here to prepare something fit for the evening. Something chilled… relaxed.”

Her eyes flickered over the crowd and her smile widened, “Try to keep up, yeah?”

She nodded to the DJ and a soft tune started.

She harmonised softly before she started singing.

Her voice was more enchanting when she was singing. The upbeat melody mashed well with her voice. The lyrics playful and a bit suggestive, companied by her coy and yet flirty smile. Shuri allowed herself to relax and enjoy the music. Basking in the velvety voice and allowing the music to fill her senses.

The audience couldn’t take their eyes off her. They didn’t know if they wanted to dance or sit and enjoy the music. Others couldn’t move in fear that they would miss a moment.

A small static filled the air.

Shuri frowned. She pulled herself away from the music and scanned the room.

No one else seemed to hear the sound…

She shook her head and turned back to the singer. A pair of warm brown eyes met hers and her breath hitched.

The singer removed her gaze and continued singing, closing her eyes and immersing herself in the song.

The princess heard the sound toning down before it disappeared completely.

She listened to the music, now more aware of everything than before.