Maekar sat across from Prince Qoren Martell of Dorne in the hall of the Sunspear. The room was adorned with tapestries depicting the sigils of the Lord of Light and the Seven, symbolising the unity and power they sought to achieve.

The negotiation between the two princes had been ongoing for hours, with both sides expressing their desires and concerns. Maekar, the representative of the Iron Throne, was determined to bring Dorne into the political spotlight of the Seven Kingdoms, while Qoren sought to protect the little independence and sovereignty of his homeland.

As the discussion continued, Maekar's eyes narrowed, his voice carrying a firm resolve. "Prince Qoren, I understand the concerns you have for Dorne's autonomy. However, I believe there is a way to achieve both our goals and solidify the bond between our regions."

Qoren leaned back in his chair, his gaze meeting Maekar's with equal determination. "And what proposal do you have in mind, Prince Maekar?"

Maekar took a moment to gather his thoughts before speaking. "I propose a marriage alliance between our houses. Your eldest daughter, Aliandra Martell, shall be betrothed to my own son, Prince Aegon Targaryen. This union would not only strengthen the ties between our regions but also bring Dorne into the political forefront of the Seven Kingdoms."

Qoren's expression softened slightly as he considered Maekar's proposition. The idea of a marriage alliance was not unfamiliar to him, and he recognised the potential benefits it could bring to Dorne. However, he remained cautious.

"Marriage alliances are delicate matters, Prince Maekar," Qoren replied. "It is crucial that both parties share equal power and respect. I will not have Dorne reduced to a mere puppet in the hands of the Iron Throne."

Maekar nodded, acknowledging Qoren's concerns. "I assure you, Prince Qoren, that this alliance would be based on mutual respect and shared interests. Dorne would not be overshadowed but rather elevated to a position of influence and prominence."

Qoren leaned forward, his eyes searching Maekar's face for sincerity. After a moment of contemplation, he spoke with a measured tone. "Very well, Prince Maekar. I am willing to consider your proposal. But know that the future of Dorne is of utmost importance to me. If this alliance does not bring the benefits you promise, I will not hesitate to sever ties."

Maekar's expression softened, a glimpse of relief flickering in his eyes. "I understand, Prince Qoren. I assure you, that when I pass and my son is elevated to the throne, Princess Aliandra would be his Queen for the years to come."

"My daughter is set to rule Dorne in my passing," Prince Qoren suddenly remembered, his own greed for power temporarily overshadowing his duties.

"Well then let's say Dorne gets it's own place on the Small Council, my son and your daughter marry and our second grandchild will inherit Dorne, that child would be a Targaryen until it  comes of age before it takes the name Martell," Maekar proposed, and he could see the gears moving around in Prince Qoren's head.

Qoren leaned back, his eyes narrowing as he weighed Maekar's words. "Your proposal is intriguing, Prince Maekar," he began, his voice tinged with a mix of caution and ambition. "If Dorne were to have its own place on the Small Council and our children were to marry, it would indeed secure a powerful position for Dorne in the realm."

Maekar nodded, his expression earnest. "Indeed, Prince Qoren. By joining our houses through marriage, we not only solidify our alliance but also ensure that the future of Dorne remains in capable hands. Our second grandchild, who would carry both Targaryen and Martell blood, would be a symbol of the unity between our regions."

The gears in Qoren's mind continued to turn as he contemplated the possibilities. The allure of power and the potential benefits for Dorne were difficult to ignore. After a moment of silence, he finally spoke, his tone measured yet resolute. "Very well, Prince Maekar. I am willing to agree to this proposal, with certain conditions, of course. The future of Dorne and the well-being of our people must be at the forefront of our alliance."

Maekar nodded, understanding the weight of Qoren's concerns. Qoren and Maekar stood, shaking hands to solidify the deal.

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Princess Aliandra wasn't what Maekar expected when Prince Qoren told her that she was to marry Prince Aegon and to give up her birthright to her second born child. Princess Aliandra was kind and understanding in the matter, offering her future father-in-law a wide, toothy smile. Clearly, the prospect of becoming the Queen in the late future excited her.

Princess Aliandra was to travel to King's Landing with Maekar to meet her newly betrothed. Maekar, who had sailed to Dorne with two members of the Kingsguard instead of on Dragonback and with members of the Dothraki, stood side by side with the Princess as they saw the Red Keep in the distance.

"It's not as beautiful as Dorne, Princess, but it's home," Maekar assured her.

"The Red Keep has its own unique beauty and charm, my Prince," Princess Aliandra smiled. There was no strain in her voice, as if she had never raised her voice in her life. Her voice was sweet-sounding. Maekar knew his eldest son would be captivated by her.

Maekar turned to Aliandra, a warm smile playing on his lips. "You have a way with words, Princess Aliandra. Your future husband, Prince Aegon, will be captivated by your charm and grace."

Princess Aliandra blushed slightly, a modest yet genuine expression of gratitude on her face. "Thank you, Prince Maekar. I am honored to be joining your family and to have the opportunity to contribute to the future of Dorne and the Seven Kingdoms."

Stepping through the gates, Maekar and Aliandra were greeted by the bustling atmosphere of King's Landing. The sounds of voices, the clatter of hooves, and the scent of the city filled the air. Maekar guided Aliandra through the familiar halls of the Red Keep, leading her towards the chambers where Aegon awaited.

As they approached the door, Maekar paused, his hand resting on the handle.

As Prince Aegon stood in his chambers, nervously awaiting the arrival of Princess Aliandra, he couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and anxiety. Wanting to make a good impression, he paced back and forth, rehearsing his words and gestures in his mind.

In his haste, Aegon failed to notice a small piece of parchment on the floor. As he turned around, his foot caught on the edge of the parchment, causing him to stumble and lose his balance. Arms flailing, Aegon desperately tried to regain his footing, but it was too late.

With a loud crash, Aegon toppled over a nearby table, knocking over books and sending various objects flying through the air. The room fell into a momentary chaos as Aegon lay sprawled on the floor, his face flushed with embarrassment.

Just as Aegon was about to attempt to pick himself up, the door swung open, and Maekar and Aliandra entered the room. Their eyes widened in surprise and concern as they took in the scene before them. Aegon's face turned an even deeper shade of red as he tried to gather his composure.

Maekar rushed forward, offering his hand to help Aegon up. "Aegon, are you alright? What happened here?"

Aegon, his voice slightly shaky, managed to stammer out an explanation. "I... I tripped over that parchment. I'm sorry, Father. I didn't mean to cause such a mess."

Aliandra couldn't help but stifle a giggle behind her hand, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "It seems you've had quite the mishap, Prince Aegon. I hope you're not hurt."

Aegon's embarrassment turned into a sheepish smile as he accepted Maekar's help and stood up. "Thank you, Princess Aliandra. No, I'm not hurt, just a bit clumsy, it seems."

Maekar chuckled and clapped a hand on Aegon's shoulder. "Well, accidents happen to the best of us, my son. Let's clean up this mess and start afresh. Princess Aliandra, I assure you, Aegon is much more graceful when he's not tripping over his own feet."

As they all worked together to tidy up the room, laughter filled the air, easing the tension. Little did they know that this small mishap would become a cherished memory to Aegon and Aliandra.

"Oh, it appears I'm late," said Maekar as he entered the Small Council chambers. Maekar looked at the gathered Lords, his sister, his father and then to his wife, who was beaming at the sigh of her husband's safe return. Alicent was terrified when Maekar mentioned going to Sunspear without Aegar or his Dothraki. More scared than when he went to war for the Stepstones.

"Please, be seated," Viserys requested his council once more, which they complied with. "What news do you bring us, my son?"

"Dorne has not aided the Triarchy in reclaiming the Stepstones," an audible sigh of relief rang out. "I have managed to bring Dorne into the fold by offering a betrothal between my eldest son, Prince Aegon, and Prince Qoren's daughter, Princess Aliandra. Their second born child would rule Dorne while their first born son would rule the Seven Kingdoms, and after their wedding, when they come of age, a representative of Dorne will sit on this council."

None of the council members spoke up, not knowing how to react, except for Viserys, who smiled at his son.

"Well done, my boy," said Viserys. "I believe that is all?"

"Wait," said Rhaenyra, causing the council to pause their movements once more. "I wish to speak," she added, and Maekar saw some of the council members roll their eyes in annoyance."

"Be seated," Viserys ordered once more. Maekar took a seat beside his wife, kissing her on the cheek and squeezing her thigh in greeting.

"I have felt the... strife... between our families of late, brother, sister-in-law," said Rhaenyra, nervously playing with her hands as she looked at the couple in front of her. "And for any offense given by mine, I apologise. But we are one house, and long before that, we were friends. My son Jacaerys will inherit Driftmark after his father," Alicent and Maekar looked between each other as Rhaenyra continued, knowing wheee this was going. "I propose we betroth him to your daughter, Moira. Ally ourselves... once and for all. Let them rule together."

"A most judicious proposition," Viserys admitted, looking between Maekar and Rhaenyra.

"Additionally, if Syrax brings forth another clutch of eggs, your son Rhaegar will have his choice of them, uh... a symbol of our goodwill," Rhaenyra added, and the three Targaryen's and Alicent looked between each other with shock evident in their eyes.

"Rhaenyra..." said Alicent, not finding the words.

"Oh, Seven Hells, um," Rhaenyra tried to find more to offer.

"Sister... a dragon's egg is a handsome gift," said Maekar. "My wife and I thank you for your offer and we will consider it duly"

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"How sweetly the fox speaks when it's been cornered by the hounds," Alicent spat once Maekar and Alicent entered the privacy of their own chambers.

"She seems desperate," Maekar agreed, sitting on the plush sofa by the fire.

"She feels the earth washing away beneath her feet and now she expects us to ignore her transgressions and for us to marry our eldest daughter to one of her..." Alicent tried to find the words as she paced around the room, throwing her hands about angrily. "Plain-featured sons," she finished.

Maekar pulled Alicent so she was straddling his waist. His arms looped around her waist and Maekar held her tightly, offering her his comfort.

"Rhaegar and Moira have feelings for each other," Alicent sighed, tracing the faint scar on her husband's head, placing a kiss to it. "They would be crushed."

"I know, my love," said Maekar, shutting his eyes as Alicent peppered along his face. He let out a hiss as Alicent went further down, undoing his tunic and nipping and sucking at his neck. "Alicent," he warned when his abdomen was exposed and Alicent had already began undoing the laces to his breeches.

"Shush," Alicent held a finger to his lips. Maekar let out a low groan as Alicent freed his cock from its prison, stroking it slowly as she removed her finger from his lips. Maekar let out another groan as Alicent let go of his member, standing up straight, looking at her husband expectantly.

"What?" Maekar asked teasingly, scooting forward to the edge of the sofa. He wrapped his arms around the back of Alicent's legs, pulling her into him.

"You are wearing too many clothes," Alicent mumbled, her hands running over Maekar's broad shoulders as she pushed the tunic off of his arms.

"As are you," said Maekar, who kicked off his boots before standing up, letting his breeches drop to the floor. Alicent stepped back, biting her lip hungrily as Maekar stepped out of his breeches and towards her. Maekar leaned down, cupping Alicent's cheek and bringing her into a passion filled kiss, before his hands ran up her sides and started undoing the laces of her dress.

"I want you," Alicent panted when she stepped out of her dress and Maekar had taken off her undergarments. Maekar wrapped his arms around her waist, slapping her ass lightly, signalling Alicent to jump. The future Queen complied, wrapping her legs around around her future King's waist as he carried her towards the bed.