House of The Dragon:The Rise of the Emperor of the Seven Kingdoms

Chapter 163: Chapter 162 – The Great Council of King’s Landing (I)

Inside the Red Keep, Maekar and Gael’s chambers.

At that moment, Maekar and Gael could be seen in bed together. Gael was riding Maekar as if there were no tomorrow. Each time she descended, the loud sound of flesh meeting flesh reverberated through the room. Her beautiful buttocks rippled as they collided with her husband’s body.

With her sweaty body glistening in the torchlight, Gael breathed heavily while placing her hand on Maekar’s chest; her medium-sized breasts swayed gently to the princess’s strong movements.

“Maekar~” A moan escaped Gael’s lips as she collided forcefully, sending a pleasant and electrifying sensation spreading through her body. Looking down at her husband beneath her, she almost pleaded. “I want your seed~”

Maekar, his face full of comfort, nodded and gripped Gael’s waist firmly. He began to move his hips with force and speed. Glistening sweat fell upon him while an expression of struggle flashed across his face as he tried not to reach a climax, clearly teasing Gael.

Gael noticed this and wore an adorable look of anger, but the response to her expression was Maekar’s relentless thrusting as he penetrated her firmly. Suddenly, Gael felt her climax approaching and began to let out adorable moans as her breathing grew louder and louder.

“You big, mean husband~” Gael spoke in a panting tone, looking at Maekar with a hungry and lovely gaze.

Suddenly, Gael arched her body, her toes curling as a louder, sharper moan escaped her lips. Her body shuddered as a warm liquid fell upon Maekar. In the next moment, Gael followed, collapsing onto his body, strengthless.

However, while she had reached her climax, Maekar had not; he wore a malicious smile and, while Gael still experienced the lingering effects of her own climax, he flipped her over and pressed her down with his body as he returned to penetrating her warm, wet walls.

Having just reached her climax, Maekar felt Gael’s slick walls tighten like never before. Every time he pulled out, it felt as if she didn’t want him to leave.

Gael moaned even more; she looked at Maekar with a hazy gaze, wrapped her legs around his waist, and whispered, “Harder.”

Maekar complied with the request and thrust his hips even harder; the sound echoed through the room as he continued relentlessly.

Claiming Gael’s lips in an intense kiss, Maekar continued to penetrate his wife. His hands slid over her breasts, squeezing and shaping them as he pleased. He pinched her lovely pink cherries, making Gael let out a muffled moan.

“I’m coming, Gael.” Feeling that he was reaching his limit, Maekar said with an expression of effort.

“Give me everything~” Gael said as her body trembled with every thrust.

Maekar accelerated his movements and, with a powerful surge, reached his climax, pouring his seed inside Gael without a second thought. Though he had little choice, as Gael’s legs wrapped around him prevented him from pulling away.

Letting out a satisfied sigh, Maekar did not move from atop Gael, pressing against her as he kissed her gently, savoring the feeling of pleasure upon reaching his climax.

After a while, Maekar withdrew from inside Gael and lay down beside her. The princess crawled toward him and snuggled into his arms. She didn’t mind the sweat and rested her head on his chest, listening to the powerful beat of his heart.

“Maekar, I think I’m pregnant again.” Gael lifted her head and spoke in a soft tone while touching just above her garden, feeling her husband’s warm seed inside her.

Maekar was surprised for a moment, but remembering how many times he and Gael had had sex, he wasn’t too surprised. Both were fertile and young; combined with the frequency of their intimacy, it was normal for Gael to be pregnant again.

However, Maekar was still concerned about the condition of Gael’s body. After all, Gael had lost a child only months ago.

“How is your body?” Maekar asked in a worried tone. Compared to a child that wasn’t even a fetus yet, he was more concerned about Gael.

“It’s all right; I feel more alive than ever.” Gael looked at Maekar and spoke in a sweet tone. Honestly, she felt like the happiest woman in the world for having married Maekar.

Any other man would have been terrified to see the appearance of their deformed child with dragon-like features. However, Maekar hadn’t cared; he had supported and loved her just the same. Even now, he didn’t care about the child like other lords would; he was worried about her safety instead.

Although Maekar was not perfect, often being cold, indifferent, and manipulative, in her eyes there was no better man in the world.

“Do you think it will be a boy or a girl?” Gael kissed Maekar’s sweaty chest and asked in a gentle tone.

Maekar couldn’t help but remember his dream, in which he was flying alongside two children on their respective dragons. However, he didn’t know if that was from the near or distant future. Especially given what had happened to his first child.

“It will be good if it’s a girl; I think I’ll spoil her a lot,” Maekar said with a laugh. He could imagine himself pampering his daughter.

“It has to be a boy.” Gael, however, wanted a boy. Maekar was about to be king; a king needed an heir. This had proven even truer during the reigns of Maegor I and Jaehaerys I. In the end, both were left without heirs.

Gael was determined to make sure Maekar never went through that kind of dilemma in his life. She would give her husband countless sons and daughters. Before, she hadn’t been confident, but now, with blood magic, she was confident she would be even better than her mother, who was known as Good Queen Alysanne.

Maekar didn’t argue, though he felt a boy was also essential. However, he was in no hurry; he was fourteen, nearly fifteen. There was still plenty of time to resolve that kind of problem.

“Maekar, what do you think our enemies are doing now?” Gael asked, remembering the chaos of the previous day. Even with her help, nearly five hundred people had died in just a few minutes. If she hadn’t arrived riding Dreamfyre, the death toll would have risen to thousands or even more.

Gael never doubted for a moment that things would have spiraled out of control had they remained in that chaos. Enemies would have seized the situation to kill, thieves to steal, rapists to rape, and assassins to murder.

Even now, the City Watch was still struggling to maintain order in the city. The four thousand members of the City Watch had proven somewhat useless against so many people. Gael even considered increasing the number of city guards to ten thousand in the future.

“He’s likely looking at the little religious group he created and probably gathering a group of fanatical militiamen,” Maekar said in a casual tone. The reason he wasn’t worried was that he had a giant dragon.

The High Septon could gather ten thousand or a hundred thousand people; he didn’t care; he would burn them all without any hesitation.

“However, do you know the problem with creating a group of fanatics, Gael?” Maekar looked at his naked wife and asked with a malicious smile.

“Hard to control?” Gael replied with a touch of uncertainty.

“Yes, fanatics are extremely difficult to control. They only care about faith and the precepts of the gods. They don’t care about your status or even honor. As long as you are identified as a heretic, they might even kill a king,” Maekar said with a laugh.

After seeing the High Septon’s intelligence, Maekar had no doubt that the man would fail miserably in controlling such fanatics. It was like a rabbit trying to control a starving lion. It was simply impossible.

Gael didn’t delve further into the matter of the High Septon; the man would die in the most humiliating way possible. Of that, she and Maekar would make sure. Tarnishing the reputation of the Faith of the Seven was just the first step. After that, it was about spreading influence and making rumors sweep across the entire continent.

“Today, we will be chosen as king and queen,” Gael said in a dreamy, soft tone. She never thought she could be queen, but here she was; in a few hours, the Great Council would take place, and the future King of the Seven Kingdoms would be chosen.

“Queen Gael… I think I like the name,” Gael said with a gentle laugh.

Maekar just kissed Gael’s forehead and replied in an equally soft tone, “I like it too.”

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