I didn't have to do anything afterwards, as Laena was the one who moved first for the kiss, as if she had been longing for my lips. She certainly was. I couldn't utter a word as her thin lips eagerly searched mine, and I reciprocated by leaning in a bit fiercely to consume them.
That slight roughness made Laena whimper tenderly, but when I rested my forehead on hers, she felt safer and embraced me even more.
Her body was unbelievably great for her age. I couldn't resist but reach under her dress to caress the warm softness of her skin while our breath mingled to a suffocating level. Laena shivered when a cold, solid palm cradled her right hamstring. That part of her skin was as clear as day, as I revealed it to the morning rays from the window next to us.
In raw motion of my fingers, I kneaded as hard as possible. My fingers sunk deep into the thigh of a lady not mine, and I massaged with great experience. I felt Laena's heart skip a beat when she felt the warm throb of my manhood press on her. It was a miracle how I didn't strip off immediately and thrust it into her.
Consecutively, my heart skipped too. Footsteps were approaching from one of the corridors, echoing faintly, but each step increased its resonance.
Immediately, we let go, and the weight of our actions settled coldly in the solid stone walls around us. It was deep shame, but the approaching footsteps forces us to think more clearly as we adjusted ourselves. Laena brushed down her gown and arranged the hair I fondled, while I simply tightened the clasp of my father's coat.
"Enjoy Dragonstone."
Every word of mine often had gravity in Laena's ears, so she simply nodded, as if I was actually telling her to revel in the castle.
Before leaving, I leaned in and pecked her just below her jaw, a long, deep peck that must've left an imprint. Laena stood there with flushing cheeks and uneven breath as my shadow slipped out through another corridor, a brighter one bathed in the cloudy light.
Standing alone, she regained her senses and tilted her body to the window, as if gazing out at the island. The approaching footsteps eventually stopped when they entered the chamber, the entrant now sharing space with Laena. Laena turned to see who it was.
My steps were quick but controlled as I made my way down to the beach beneath the western tower, where the yard had been marked off with sand. The winds from Blackwater Bay were strong this morning, whipping my dark cloak behind me and sending sea spray across the flat, damp stones.
I see Orys, Lord Daemon Velaryon, and his heir.
Already informing them about what I had planned for the day, all three rose to their feet when I approached, the waves crashing behind us like distant drums.
"I would never have wagered a coin on this. You've a sudden itch for swordplay now, my Lord?"
I chuckled at Lord Daemon's banter, silently agreeing that I wasn't the kind to ever take things seriously. Most of the time, it was Lord Daemon who often persuaded me into necessary deeds for the good of my House and bloodline.
"If you're truly looking to improve, you might want proper sparring partners. Celtigar keeps good men on Claw Isle. Their swordmaster trained under Free City sellswords. We could have them summoned by midday."
I sighed when Orys suggested that. As I said, taking things too seriously wasn't my thing, but I was surrounded by those who did. I looked at Orys with fake disinterest, but Orys didn't waver, knowing he was suggesting good and not nuisance. He even gave me a grin.
Orys was tall and broad, his physique built for war and dominance. Smartly, he mastered both body and soul by marrying strength to discipline. By far, he was the most confident man I know.
After staring at him for a while, I considered the suggestion of training with good sellswords from House Celtigar.
'Only this morning I reincarnated as Aegon Targaryen, and I was poisoned by someone. I still need to figure out who that is...'
Everything about this world was still fresh to my consciousness, but my memory was more than saturated. I believed it wouldn't be nice to welcome more people onto the island other than my usual circle.
A refreshing, substitutional idea occurred to me.
"No need to wait. I'll fly to Claw Isle myself and train with whatever group I choose."
The mention of flight caused a moment's silence. Daemon and Orys could swear they hadn't seen Balerion in over two weeks, so there was some strangeness to the idea. But it remained unspoken.
Before anything else, however, I turned to the squire and requested a standard steel sword.
Blackfyre was a beautiful sword, but it was as deathly as it was ravishing. It should remain untouched. It felt wrong to dull its pride on simple practice swings, and worse still to use a symbol of kingship as a bludgeon against friends.
My training would begin with simple smithed steel.
(Item: Regular longsword)
(Type: Weapon)
(Level: 1)
(Description: A well-balanced, standard steel blade. Deals regular damage)
(Skills: nil)
"Let's begin."
I say with blade in hand.