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Maekar isn't entirely sure why you married his son.
You are a pretty woman, you're kind and come across well.
Nothing like his son, although Aerion is a handsome boy.
After the guest left the church, the newlyweds families left for Caraxes, out of all the Targaryen estate to inherit, this one seems the most fit for Aerion. It's imposing, lavish and a little excentred from the city, no immediate neighbor for the great pleasure of his obnoxious son.
In spite of everything, Maekar is happy that Aerion has found someone to settle down with. He always thought his two eldest sons would stay single the longest. He has to take care of Daeron case now, the thought alone makes him drink some more wine.
The two of you look happy, Aerion is feeding you cake, you smile at him and reciprocate. It should be long until heirs run around this house.
This is good, this is how the Targaryen name is kept alive.
Maekar was the one who walked you down the aisle as your Father passed years ago. Your mother and sister insisted to be the ones replacing him, but what a scandal it would have caused, women are not fit for this role. Maekar hopes he will be there by the time his daughter marries. He wonders if he'll be emotional, he wonders if they'll be happy in their new family.
An unpleasant frown settles on his face, there are still many years to pass before it gets there, no need to think about it now. Maekar growls when a wet liquid spreads throughout his shirt. He looks down, ready to give the clumsy help a piece of his mind, but it is you, your eyes are wide as you look up.
"I'm sorry my Lord please forgive me" your hands are shaking as you reach for a napkin.
"No harm is done" Maekar seizes your wrist before you could touch him. "Do not worry about this, go celebrate with the others" you look scared as you slowly retrieve your hand from his grasp. You tense up some more when Aerion sling his arm around your shoulders to take you somewhere else.
A hint of worry courses Maekar, you look uncomfortable in his son's hold. But Maekar is tired of his own thinking, you married his son and you are lucky to join a family as prestigious as the Targaryen, so Maekar decides to put this on the alcohol,and the stress for the important day it is for you.
-
In your dreams, you always thought that you would marry a prince.
Tall, handsome, chivalrous with a tender heart.
Aerion Targaryen couldn't be farther away from that.
As you grew up in the same circle as him, you heard sordid stories about him. you always knew to keep your distance from him and not to entertain his antics.
It all happened on a misunderstanding, or so you thought, but as things now stand you came to understand it was in fact a well oiled scheme from Aerion himself.
Lord Donnel of Duskendale escorted you out in the night, seemingly worried that you needed fresh air. It wasn't entirely false, the balls held by the Baratheon family are known to be... intense. After his swift disappearance, Aerion came to keep you company. There is a peculiar energy that emanates from the man, you pretended to be cold as a way to get back inside without offending him, but, before you knew his lips were on yours.
For a person with such a lean figure, Aerion was strong enough to keep you from pulling away from him. He broke the kiss on his own volition, when shocked gasps and hushed murmurs were heard around you. The ball attendees had gathered outside to look at the fireworks the Baratheons prided themselves in announcing as the main event for the party.
"Well, I supposed there is no need in keeping this secret any longer, meet the new Lady Targaryen"
Then and there he claimed you as his wife in front of the people of the ton.
You could have screamed, told everyone that it was all a masquerade, but who would have believed you ? And if enough people did, your reputation would have been tarnished forever. What kind of maiden finds herself alone in the night kissing a man, a Targaryen?
As a woman in this world, your reputation is all you have, with your father long passed , you would hate to bring disgrace upon his name. So you resigned, curled up by Aerion's side and put up a smile for the crowd to see.
Life hasn't been so bad since. The house you moved in is up to the Targaryen reputation. a sprawling estate with magnificent gardens
Regarding your marital duties, If you had to guess, you would say that Aerion knows how to use his cock properly. For all the time he took you, you can count on a single hand the times you actually enjoyed it, but this is better than nothing.
He's not here most of the time, you are left to your own devices while he's out doing god knows what with god knows who. You never dared to ask why he trapped you into marrying him if it is not to spend time with you, his wife. You doubt there is a profound meaning behind it anyway, he did it because he's a man and he can.
With Aerion's permission, these days you are remodelling the house. The colors were far too tern, and the garden terribly out of fashion. Apart from the red accent he loves so much, your husband lets you have complete free rein. It is exciting, and the only activity you have to occupy yourself throughout the day.
Today is different, you have company, Maekar and his daughters came by the house. Originally he wished to have a discussion with his son, but in his absence he settled for you. The two of you are standing in silence on the steps that are overlooking the garden. A little further on, Rhae and Daella are attempting to catch butterflies with their nets.
"I see you've been busy around the house" the sudden interruption makes you jump a little.
"Yes, I thought some changes were in order but if you-"
"It looks good," Maekar interrupts, looking straight ahead of him. Silences stretch after that, the squeals of the girls. You dare a look in his direction before speaking up again.
"I am facing a dilemma" Maekar turns to you with a cocked eyebrow. You take it as curiosity, so you keep on talking. "Now that I've picked lighter curtains, I've found the walls to be rather empty, I remember your house was well decorated, maybe you could help me choose what to hang ? " Maekar nods as you speak.
"Surely, we do have a large collection of art pieces we do not use. You could pick some from that" you nod in appreciation. " I have recently hanged one of my parents in the dinner room"
You tread carefully before answering him, as you know his wife passed. "So here it should be one of you and your brothers ?" his reaction is not one you expect. Your father in law is giggling, high pitched like a little boy.
"Nobody wants that, let it be one of you and your husband"
"Aerion and I?" you're not sure it's what you want to see everytime you walk around the house.
"He is your husband is he not ?" you look into Maekar pale eyes, unsure of what to answer him. As if sensing your distress, his two daughters come running.
"We caught one!" Rhae shouts as she climbs the stairs to show you and her father the colorful insect.
"It's really pretty, well done" you coo, caressing her hair. The butterfly adorns beautiful yellow wings, The mother of pearls are catching the light of the sun elegantly. "Can we keep it forever ?" she asks, shaking the jar when the insects settle on the glass wall. Its wings are beating slower and slower by the second.
It's not made to be kept inside, and neither are you.
After you're done remodelling the house and you're bored again, you wonder how long it'll take for you to wither away.
-
As promised, Maekar invited you, he'll help you pick up some paintings for your own house. Aerion came as well, which seems like a miracle, he hasn't seen much of his son ever since the wedding.
In his great kindness outburst Aerion has refused to accompany his wife to the art atelier, instead he's drinking with Daeron despite the sun still being high in the sky. Maekar made sure to ask the servant not to give them more than two cups each, he knows his sons very well and does not want to deal with their drunken antics.
"Here take this" Maekar hands you a candle before entering the room. "We keep them in the dark for better preservation" you nod eagerly at his explanation, taking the candle from his grasp, your finger touches for a moment too long , you look up at him with an awkward smile.
It's cute.
You are his son's wife, he shouldn't find you cute or anything at all.
Maekar opens the door with a slight sigh, the smell of dust fills his nostril. It's not enough to make him cough, but enough to get you off his mind.
"This place is huge" you muses, he can feel you lingering close.
Scared of the dark perhaps ?
"Follow me" Maekar slaloms through the different canvas covered with tarp, there are a few he thinks you'd appreciate. "Here" he pulls at the one sheet, revealing a beautiful painting of a landscape, what makes him think you would like it is the butterfly present on it. He remembers the way you looked at the one his daughter caught in Caraxes's garden a few days ago.
"This is stunning!" you muse, approaching the burning flame to the canvases, carefully not to burn it. "Who made it ? " You turn back to him with a glint in your eyes, the dim light of the fire makes you look gorgeous.
"This one I don't remember, most of them were purchased overseas, or ordered by my Mother"
"I see, and you're sure I can choose any one I want ?"
"They'll thrive at your house rather than this place, trust me" you smile kindly at him, as you look around and touch delicately the covered frames with the tip of your fingers.
"That's very generous, thank you Maekar" "Do you happen to know if there are any naval battles or sword fights ? I think Aerion might like that"
Maekar thinks that his son doesn't care about art at all, but it is nice to see you being a doting wife, and he doesn't want to make you sad. So he redirects you to some painting that could fit your description.
You've happily lifted most tarps, taking the time to consider which painting would go better in which room, exposing your point of view to Maekar each time. It's fantastic how you have such an eye for details, if he was up to himself, Maekar would have taken as much painting as empty spots in your house and called it a day.
As you search for the ultimate piece to decorate your halls, you lift one particular tarp, step back and choke on a gasp, you then turn slowly toward Maekar and he has to hold back a laugh himself. There is a crease between your brows and your lips are gathered in a small pout.
"Not a fan of that one ?" he smirks, it's almost like he can see the gears turning in your head, you try to find something nice to say. "My son Daeron made it," you nod, looking at the canvas again. "It's a recurrent dream he had, he decided to make it into a painting in an attempt to be free from it in his mind"
"Did it work ?" you ask, letting the piece of cloth cover the depiction of charred bodies hanging from the trees.
"Not sure, he never mentioned it again, I could not let it in the house, the girls were scared to death of it" you snorted at his comment. the flame of your candle flickers and goes out. you gasp as you rush to curl up by his side.
"Sorry" you whisper and he can feel your little heart pounding against his arms, that's how close you are to him, this painting got a real fright out of you. A world of thanks is in order to his eldest son.
"It's alright, let me light it again" you hum and when the flame comes back to life as you entangle yourself from his side.
"I think I'll take the one I've uncovered for now and order one of Aerion and I for the last empty spot as you suggested" you nod with a little smile. "So should I start moving them ?"
"Don't worry about that, I'll have my staff take care of it"
"Alright, then I'll go check on Aerion and Daeron if that's okay"
A sigh escapes his lips, he has almost forgotten about them. "Please" he nods and you depart promptly from the room. Maekar stays a little longer, making sure the canvas you selected are wrapped with care, after all the work you put in picking them he wants them to be in perfect condition when they get to their new home.
Once it is done, Maekar is ready to join all of you downstairs. He gets interrupted when he hears a familiar noise, one of kissing. As he looks down from the stairs, he can see you, and his son. Aerion as you trapped against a dresser, hands roaming your body in hushed motion.
"Spread your legs" he heard him say.
"We're not alone Aerion"
"I don't care, it'll be quick" he dives in for another kiss but you push him back.
"You're drunk"
"And you're dull" "I should have married a whore, she could not refuse me" he parts angrily at you, whipping his mouth with the back of his hand.
"You should , it would have save us both a great deal of troubles"
"Careful how you speak to me, this is my house" Aerion barks, pointing an accusing finger at you.
"Or what ?" It is a dangerous game you're playing.
Maekar is about to intervene before the situation can escalate, but Aerion furiously storms off, leaving you alone in the corridor. You dust off your dress, murmuring curses under your breath.
-
With the help of your new Father in law, the house looks a little less dull now. The canvases really do bring life to the walls of the estate. The painting may not be yours, but you feel more at home now. Your mother always made a point of honor to decorate the house with flowers, colored furniture and canvases, even after your Father's death she carried on bringing life into the house. You hope that when she gets here today, she'll find a piece of her in your decoration choices.
Aerion apologized for behaving like a loot the other day, you do not care anymore, you only hope he won't shame you in front of your family. Your two sisters seem to like him plenty, because of his physics you take it. But you know the moment he opens his mouth, his charm will vanish.
Perhaps you should cut his tongue off.
When the governess let you know that your family had arrived, you rushed to the door to hug your sisters and mother. The three of them always wrap you in a tight hug when you've been apart for a long period of time. Always putting you in the middle, as they like to call you their baby. You sprung out last and never really got to know your father, but you like to think that the love they gave you is enough to replace the one you did not receive.
"Look at our baby all grown up now!" they coo as you open your arms wide for them to come. You quickly catch up with them as you join the dining room.. You leave the chair at the end of the table empty for your husband. Your mother sat next to you, and your sisters across from you.
"Four beautiful Ladies and they are all for me ?" Aerion jest as he enters the room, they all laugh at his comment, but you do not have it in your heart to do the same.
As the dishes are being served, you find yourself a spectator of this dinner. It is true that in this light, Aerion seems like the perfect husband, his phrases are polite, his gestures delicate and he always makes sure that the plate and cup of his guests are full.
"So when can I expect grandchildren ?" your Mother asks and you whip your head toward her.
"Mom!"
"It's quite alright my love" Aerion laces his finger with your as they rest on the table "You should have the first by next year, I heard summer is hard on pregnant woman, so we have decided to wait until the season pass and then we we will get busy" he bring the back of your hand to his lips. "This way she can enjoy some more wine" he smiles at you, as his finger snaps and points at your cup for the maids to fill.
"That is great! And very considerate of you Aerion"
"Anything for my lovely wife" he kisses your hand again, your sisters squeals in adoration.
You take a large gulp of wine, in an attempt to drown the feeling of disgust crawling up your ribs.
-
To celebrate the pregnancy of Prince Valarr's wife, Kiera of Tyrosh, the happy couple is hosting a gathering at their house, Syrax. You're now a member of the Targaryen family, so naturally you were invited too.
The weather is particularly nice today, summer hasn't begun yet, but the warm rays of the sun allow everyone to enjoy the gardens of the house. You gave your present to the future parents. On behalf of you and Aerion of course even if you are convinced he could not even name what it is, he repeatedly showed no interest in accompanying you shopping for it, it is a woman's duty he said.
As you watch Valarr and Kiera together, you can not help but to be sad. They look completely infatuated with one another. His soft hands on her round belly, the loving gaze they exchange, you even caught them rubbing their noses against the other at some point.
Perhaps it was jealousy, perhaps pure disgust, but you swore you were about to hurl.
You have had enough of their love being flaunted, so you retire inside the house.Sat on one of the sofas, the wine in your cup twirls around as your thoughts race. You know they didn't start off as a love marriage either so why could they get along so well when you can barely stand Aerion's presence ? It's unfair, you should experience this love too.
Slouching deeper into the sofa, you take a sip of your wine. From the corner of your eyes, you see something moving, then you hear a noise, a soft cry not a human voice as you straighten up, you notice a small white kitten coming your way.
"Oh my god you're so tiny" you coo as the animal approaches.
They even have a cat ? This whole day feels like a display of everything you'll never have, except for the kid, eventually. As Aerion made a point of honor to announce a pregnancy later this year in front of your mother, despite the fact the two of you never talk about it in private .
Another one of his manipulation tactics you take it.
The cat meows again, you pat your lap for it to join you on the couch. Its attempt to jump all fails, you bite back a laugh, in the end it's with the help of its claw digging up the material of your dress that the cat settles on your lap.
The white fur is so soft under your touch, you can feel your heart melt as soft purr reverberates against your palm. It would be so nice to have company at home.
"Is this another gift ?" your shoulder tenses up at the sudden voice, you turn your head around to find Prince Valarr approaching with a fan in his hands.
"Uh" you look down at your lap, the cat is already asleep "Is it not yours ?" The young man simply shook his head from left to right.
"My wife is allergic to felines"
"Oh" you nod your head and an idea sparks in your mind "Does this mean I can take it home ?"
"I do not see any objections" your heart swells with hope as you keep on scratching the soft fur "Forgive me, I promised my wife to bring her this" he raises the fan in his hands "I better go" you nod at him with a little smile.
When Valarr is out of sight, you roll your eyes and pull your tongue out in disgust, just how perfect can he be ?
-
Whitefyre.
It is the name of your cat. Aerion accepted to keep it on the sole condition of choosing the name. If it was up to you, you would have chosen a more fitting name for an animal of this size, but, as long as you are allowed to keep it, you are happy.
You've learned from the veterinarian that it is a female rejected from the litter most likely. It explains why she ended up in an unknown house. This detail makes you like her even more. It's like the two of you were meant to cross paths.
Whitefyre's diet consists mostly of milk and raw food. She's quite troublesome and everyday she gets more bold around the house, she also jumps higher and higher as she grows. The other day, she climbed a wall using her claws to crawl up the tapestries. In her adventure, she knocked over one of the paintings Maekar gracefully lent you. The frame broke, so today he is coming with some members of his staff to get it repaired.
You are embarrassed by this whole situation, you're afraid that he believes it's you who did it, but blamed it on the kitten instead.
When the governess announces his arrival, you keep the culprit in your arms, this is one of the only ways that she stays calm, she is asleep at the moment, her small body resting in your folded arms as her head lolls out.
"Good morning my Lord" in an attempt to appease the tension that only exists in your head, you find yourself sounding way too eager, so you drop the smile.
"Morning" he grunts as maids flock around him to get rid of his coat. It looks like they are trying to tame a wild beast as he growls through it all.
"I am very sorry about all of this truly" Maekar approaches you with a blank face. His eyes land on the animal.
"Remind me of his name again ?"
"Her, and it's Whitefyre" you proudly state, Maekar scoffs, patting the animal's tiny head. Whitefyre stretches and yawns under his touch and you find yourself wondering how it feels to be touched by him, and his large hands.
"Aerion chose the name I suppose ?"
You nod looking up at him "Does it mean anything in particular ?" Maekar retrieves his hand, as he starts to walk deeper into the house, he sighs, hands joined behind his back.
"A long time ago one of our ancestors rode a white horse to battle, I'll let you guess it's name, he came back alone and victorious" "It is a story every Targaryen knows, since you are family now, I suppose it is only right you know it too" you nod appreciating at the explanation. Aerion didn't bother with so many words.
"Was the horse feisty and demanding for pats always ?" you jest, scratching the top of Whitefyre's head.
"I am not old enough to know" Maekar sneers as you finally reach the accidented part of the house.
With the help of your staff you have previously hung it off the wall, this way the transportation to the craft room will be easier for Maekar's crew.
You are left alone with him once they are off to repair the frame.
In your arms, Whitefyre stirs awake and meows repeatedly, you know she wants to be put down but you are also anxious that she might misbehave in front of your Father in law, what image would it give to you ? Unable to tame a kitten, surely he would think you're unfit to extend the Targaryen dynasty. After one too many cries, you let her down praying that she will just saunter off.
She stretches a little when her paw hits the ground, then she turns around toward Maekar and immediately starts climbing his legs up, the same way she did with the tapestries. Your eyes widen in horror and you immediately crouch on your knees, catching her before she can get any higher.
"Oh my god" you pull at her tiny paws, in an attempt to free Maekar pants from her claws. Whitefyre meows in disagreement, sinking them deeper. You whine frustratedly as she manages to climb some more.
Maekar hands come on top of yours, as you look up at him you realise that you are quite kneeling in front of you, not quite your simply on your knees in front of your Father in law. Your heart skips a beat in your chest as you rise on your feet in a second. His hands leave yours and you find yourself longing for his warmth.
"I am sorry, she's been bad with her claws recently"
"It's quite alright" Maekar takes her in his arms, belly up like a newborn, the sight is adorable, he even offers her his index finger that she happily chews on. "I have had worse with all of my kids believe me" you snort, laying a hand on the back of your neck as you feel your whole body getting hotter with embarrassment.
"I'm such a bad host I haven't offered you anything to drink, would you like to sit down ?"
"Do not worry about this" his purple eyes find yours and for the first time since you met him, you swear you can see sympathy in them. "Where is my son ?"
You look to the side in embarrassment "Asleep"
"At this hour ?"
"I have tried to wake him up but he is always so... intense in the morning"
"That is one way to put it" you exchange a knowing look with Maekar, as you start walking toward the living room.
As you sit next to Maekar, you're impressed by Whitefyre's capacity of staying close to him, she's on his lap snoring lightly as he occasionally pet her. She never did this with Aerion, instead she puffs up like a dandelion whenever he's near, which makes her an excellent judge of character.
"Is that your current read ?" Maekar asks, pointing at the book resting on your table. It is the tale of an impromptu duo, a child and a knight, joining their forces to save a foreign kingdom.
"Oh no, I finished it a long time ago but it is one of my favorites! Have you read it Maekar ?" you turn to him excitedly.
"My brother Baelor is forcing me to do so, he thinks books can help me broaden my conversation topics and thus find a new wife" he grumbles looking at the book as if it personally offended him. You smile, but for some reasons the mention of a potential Mother in law makes your stomach sink a little.
"Your heart's not in it I can see" you answer to banish those negative thoughts. "Do you have anything you can write with ?" Maekar looks at you curiously "I'll sum the book up for you and tell you what point of view you should expose to impress the unwed ladies of the ton" Maekar giggles.
"I appreciate your concern but, my brother will know if I lie to him"
"You're right, he seems quite sharp and...authoritative" You haven't talked with Baelor a lot, but the energy he exudes is intimidating and forces respect.
"My lady, my Lord" a valet cuts short your conversation, you redirect your attention to him and notice the saddened look on his face. "The restoration might take longer than expected, we have noticed some tiny holes on the painting, lady Whitefyre claws most like" you sigh with prolongation daring a look in her way, she's still sound asleep on Maekar's lap.
"How long ?"
"Just a few more hours, I am very sorry"
"Please don't apologize, this is not your doing" "You deserve a break, I'll tell the kitchen to whip up something for you all" you turn to Maekar after the valet's departure. "Will you stay for lunch, I'll understand if you'd want to go home, this wasn't supposed to take so long I'm sorry"
"My children are all busy today, I have to say, I do not have anything else to do, if you'd like, can I offer my company ? This way you're not all alone" the attention warms your heart a little you stand on your feet, nodding along his words.
"I better let the kitchen know then" you take a step toward the door and turn around, you want to tell Maekar not to move, that everything will be brought to him, but there is no use. Despite her small size you know Whitefyre will not allow him to move for some time, at least until she's had her sleep score. So you only smile, making your way out of the room.
-
You run the household with a skilled hand.
Maekar watches with admiration as you order your staff around, voice sweet, sharp in intent. It's like watching a maestro direct his orchestra. The taffeta is a plus.
You're sitting across from him at the diner table cutting up your food and bringing it to your mouth resembling a delicate little dove. Aerion has yet to make an appearance and Maekar starts to think his son crazy for not spending as much time as he can with you.
A little meow draws your attention to the floor, your baby cat no doubts.
"I have already fed you" you affirm in a somewhat stern tone, Maekar thinks it's adorable the way you've been giving Whitefyre the cold shoulder eversince the experts have discovered some more deterioration on the painting. After another meow you finally give the cat a look and softly tap your lap for her to join.
There is a small saucer next to your plate filled with raw fish, with a tiny fork you bring it to the little creature. It looks like you cannot stay made for long. Maekar laughs a little and it earns him a look from you.
"Do not laugh in front of her, otherwise she won't take me seriously and continue misbehaving"
"Spoiling her will keep her misbehaving"
"I'm not spoiling her, look at the size of the poor thing Maekar, the doctor says we must feed her a decent amount of food, and it is what I'm doing" after two bites, the kitten has curled up on your lap with eyes closed.
All it does is sleep.
As you gaze lovingly at the creature, Maekar thinks you'll make an excellent mother one day.
The floorboard crack somewhere in the distance, when he turns around, Maekar is met face to face with your husband, his son Aerion, hair disheveled as a robe is lightly draped over his body.
"What are you doing here Father ?"
"Aerion, I told you he'll be coming to fix the painting" you intervene.
"Wasn't that last week ?" he yawns, drawing the chair next to yours across the floor with no regard for the ear of the people in this room. "Who is this for ?" He points to the bowl filled with fish.
"For you" Maekar gives you a curious look, this is what you fed the cat just a moment ago. Aerion hands you the tiny fork that rests in the bowl, silently indicating you to feed him. You sigh but pick at the food nevertheless.
Aerion looks satisfied as it is, happily chewing on food. A growl bubbles in Maekar's throat at the sight, his son is old enough to feed himself, but he has to admit with a wife like you he might succumb to the same tension, he did in the past. Aerion is his blood and flesh after all so it's not really surprising. You exchange a brief look with Maekar, offering a tiny smile.
Cheeky girl.
"What are your plans for today ?" you ask your husband, patting his mouth dry with your napkin.
"Heading to town I won't be back until late" it breaks Maekar's heart how you react to this answer, your shoulder slouches, your mouth settles into a line. "Don't look at me like that wife, someone has to work for all those crazy changes you make around the house"
At that Maekar let out a fat laugh, "Your money come from inheritance Aerion, you do not work"
Aerion tilts his head toward Maekar, a snarky smile playing on his lips. "You'll be proud to know, Father, that I am actually starting my own business" Maekar closes his eyes for a while, pondering his answer. If he was only the two of them he would have told me to cut the shit out, but you are here, composure needs to be maintained.
"Might I ask what business ? "
"You may not, once it is successful I will let you know, but walls have ears around here" Aerion smiles as he kisses your cheek. "Keep good company to my father will you ?" he taps your head two times as you do little kids, before swiftly departing the room.
To say you look disappointed is an euphemism. Your sad little face makes him want to cradle you in his arms just like he did your kitten earlier.
You haven't said a word since lunch Whitefyre is somewhere terrorising the house crew, you are sitting on the couch, sulking with your arms crossed.
Maekar is sitting next to you. It is awkward, he has to admit it, just sitting in silence, the tension is palpable, it feels like leaving a moody teenager all over again. But he can understand your pain, if it wasn't for him, you would probably have spent the day alone. It is probably not a rare occurrence if Aerion is true to his words and is starting his own business.
When you stand up to suddenly leave the room, Maekar jumps in place a little. The clatter of your heels accompany the trail of your perfume as you strom out of the room. Maekar has no choice but to follow cluelessly behind as he calls your name. There is nothing to be done, you keep stomping down the corridor.
In a desperate attempt, Maekar takes your dainty wrist in his hand. It makes you turn around toward him, the look on your face is conflicted as you step closer. Your chest rises and falls rapidly as you look him up and down. Taking advantage of the grip he has on your wrist, you get closer again and join your lips in a kiss.
Maekar stumbles back, you grip on his shirt, pulling him down to you. For a moment your lips move along to the rhythm of his rampant heart. It is not a situation he thinks he'd ever find himself in, so he relishes in it for a few moments before sharply pushing at your wrists to break the kiss.
Your eyes water as you look up at him."Why is he like that with me ?" you sniffle aggriping the side of his vest again. "Why did you make him like this ?' you pull on the material, as your chin wobbles. "I push myself to love him, to be good, hoping he'll change but he does not, he never will" you pull at his shirt again as tears fall from your eyes.
A pang of guilt hits Maekar chest, while he is not entirely responsible for his son's behavior he is well aware that being more strict with him could have turned him into a better person. Alas things cannot be changed now.
"Please Maekar" you keep looking up at him with your shiny eyes, like he's the remedy of all your ailments. And in that moment, he wants to be
His hands delicately slide down your wrist, until he gets a hold of your biceps, Maekar gently pulls you closer, offering you a tender and sweet kiss. You cling to his shirt, as if you're scared he'll pull you away once more.
You hum onto the kiss, standing on the tip of your toes to have better access to his mouth, all the while your tongue timidly pokes at his. Maekar parts his lips and gets a taste of you. The taste of the sweet cakes you ate for dessert coats his tongue. Maekar groans a little as he feels a stir in the confines of his pants. He can not possibly feel this way, in the middle of this corridor where everybody could get their eyes on this scandalous scene you're offering.
Half-heartedly, Maekar breaks the kiss once more. You give him the same soggy kitten look and he hufs, letting go of your arms.
"Let's go somewhere quieter to talk, yes ?" you nod pulling at the hem of his sleeve as you guide him through your house. You give the surrounding area a quick glance as you open a door, Maekar wouldn't haven't noticed it if he walked past it, the handle blends in perfectly with the texture of the wall.
You hastily close it behind him, the room is dark, safe for the small window high on the wall, that allows the light of the sun to come through.
"I do not want to talk to Maekar, will you please touch me ?" you small fist ball up his shirt, the desperation in your voice is so clear, it pierce through his chest like a knife
"You are wedded to my son" is the only rational answer he can think of.
"He doesn't want me, you saw it, please Maekar" you still a chaste kiss from his lips, Maekar can feel his morality vanish at the same time the taste of your lips slowly fade away.
"We cannot tell anyone" he warns even though he knows you are a smart girl and that the consequences would be terrible for both of you, more for you if he has to be completely honest.
You nod, throwing your arms behind his neck as you capture his lips in a heated kiss. It seems like the privacy of this room has made you more than eager. It is not to displease him. Carefully, Maekar positions his hands on your waist. He can feel the corsage through the material, keeping your back straight, it cannot be comfortable, with fingers that have lost skills over the years, Maekar slowly pulls at the strings to undo you.
"You'll help me with it when we're done ?" you ask between short breaths. Maekar nods "Your son never does" his teeth clenched at the prospect of Aerion using you like and then disappearing.
"I'll help you" he kisses your cheek "I'll do your hair again" he deposes a kiss on your other cheek "And make sure you don't look like anything we are about to do" he growl, covering your lips in an angry kiss, pushing you toward the wall, Maekar trails kisses down your jaw, throat and collarbone.
"What are you doing ?" he heard you ask in a somewhat panicked tone as he sinks to his knees in front of you. His mind goes blank for a moment as he realised that his good for nothing son probably has never used his tongue on you.
"Do you trust me ?" It takes a moment, but you nod your head as your hands cross anxiously over your belly. "Good" it feels like the layers of your dress are infinite as he pulls them up to finally reach your breechers.
It's hot under your dress, but when he feels the way you flinch as his nose rubs over your clothed cunt, Maekar thinks it's worth it. Feeling the impatience growing inside of him, he finally pulls down at the last barrier between him and immorality. It is his fingers first that touches you, spreading your lips, tugging at your hair gently and when he has had enough, Maekar finally laves his tongue up your slit. Your reaction is instant, you gasp as your whole body tenses up.
Fuck.
He should have put one of his fingers inside your tiny pussy, just to feel the way it clamp down on him. It's alright, he tells himself, it'll be even better when it is his cock, between those soft walls. Your response to his touch gives him all the fuel he needs to lick and kiss and suck at your little pearl.
Through the thick fabric he can hear your pleas of distress and he can't believe that his son Aerion will pass on such an opportunity. You taste as sweet as the sweet cake you had earlier, and you sound like an angel. Maekar can feel the manifestation of his desire between his legs but decides not to do anything about it, you have been denied for a long time and it's partially his fault, so this, the precise flick of his tongue over your sensitive part, is his way of apologizing.
Your legs tremble more and more as he drinks your juices. to help you stabilize, Maekar places one of your thighs on his shoulder, digits sinked into the soft flesh. His mind reaches the darkest of places as your body knocks against the wall repeatedly, you must be near, you must feel so good and it is all because of him.
He should have been the one to marry you, Maekar knows how to keep a woman happy in more ways than one.. You'll never be alone if you're with him, never cold, never hungry or angry, always satisfied and full. His cock throbs beneath his pants at the tough of coming inside of your pussy. He needs to know what it feels like, soon he will.
"It's enough" you cry out pushing at his head, Maekar is surprised to see your face, he hasn't realised you pulled your dress up. Your face is shiny with a sheen layer of sweat and your breath is heavy.
"I got carried away, forgive me"
"It's all good" you offer your hand for him to stand up "It's very good" you nod with a breathy laugh. Clueless girl, you're making his chest swell with pride. As you slowly get down on your knees, Maekar catches your waist.
"No need for that"
"But you-" a kiss is enough to shush you as he repositions you against the wall. It's not that he lacks the desire to see you on your knees, just for him. Will your eyes be shiny just like earlier when you were about to cry? Would you use your hands ? Until he finds out, the image of you pulling Whitefyre off his pants as you kneel in front of him will suffice. For now he needs to find out how your pussy feels.
In a matter of second his pants are resting on his boots as he slowly pushes the head of his cok inisde your hole. Your hands are grabbing at his hair desperately and you look into his eyes.
"Alright?" you nod, as one of your thighs circle his waist, pulling him deeper. When he is fully inside, Maekar takes a moment before making any move. Your cunt surrounds him in a comforting warmth he has not felt in a long time. You are pulsing around him irregularly as he likes to think your heart is doing the same right now.
With small controlled thrust his hips start buckin into yours, eliciting quiet moans from you. Maekar wishes to stay silent as much as he can, first not to draw any attention to this area of the castle and secondly to engrave in his brain every breath you take as he pushes inside of you.
Maekar knew perfectly how to please his wife, he mapped each curve of her body, each sweet spot to perfection in his head. It is a guessing game with you, how to angle himself to make you tremble. When you fist his hair as if going through a storm, it is safe to say that he has found it. relentlessly, Maekar keeps pushing against it, you're becoming more and more vocal as he does so.
"Gods!" you curse "Your son never fucked me like that" your sparkling eyes look up at him as if you're not saying the filthiest thing on earth. His Adam apple bobbles as he searches for something appropriate to say.
His mind is blank at the moment, except for the visceral need to please you, to make you come undone on his cock to give you what you never had, so Maekar leans down for a kiss, letting his lips engrave onto yours, the words he cannot say.
Your bodies mingle perfectly as you fall in a synchronized rhythm of pushing and pulling, Maekar is getting lost in the feeling of you, your scent, your muffled cries that fill up the space, the warmth of your body, the grip your cunt has on him.
It is all too much, Maekar thrusts start to become more erratic, and the worst of it is that you actually respond well to it, letting your head fall back as your cries of pleasure get louder. Unwillingly, Maekar places a hand over your mouth not to alert anyone in the area what the good Lady of this house is up to.
"I know" he reassures as you look at him with those ever glassy eyes. You are a serious threat to his sanity. "We cannot be loud, but tell me, do you feel good dove ?" your brows pinches together as you nod vigorously, hot lips moving against his palm. Maekar's dick twitches at the sight. He won't be able to hold in much long, but he has to make you come first. It takes some more thrusts, a lot of praise and kisses for you to squeeze him between the tight wall of your cunt, forcing him to spill his speeds inside of you.
Maekar feels like the best man on earth.
Minus the fact that he came inside the cunt of his son's wife.
You breathe heavily as your leg slowly uncrosses from his back to get back on the ground, Maekar cannot help but place a hand over your chest, your heart tambourines against your ribcage.
"Can you help with my hair ?" you ask, taking his hand to place it on the top of your head.
"Of course" Maekar has the experience required with his two daughters, your hair is thicker, they are one of a woman, but still when he's done he can't help but place a kiss on the crown of your hair.
Then his hands move down to your corset, as promised he helps you straighten it. You thank him as you turn around.
"Let me help with yours too" you stand on the tip of your toes, doing your best to flatten his unruly white locks. "I didn't mean to pull so hard"
"Do not worry" his pants are swiftly pulled up as he realises the two of you cannot stay here forever.
"I should go first I'll check on the painting and then you can come out, so we don't look too obvious" you fiddle with your fingers as you look down at them.
"Good idea" Maekar nods even though you do not look at him, are you perhaps ashamed ?
The silence after your departure is grounding. The light from the window shines on his face as Maekar stands in silence. It' like the gods above the cloud saw what he did and are letting him know. Shame he should feel, but his veins pump with a sensation he never thought he'd feel again.
After a moment wondering if he is a good person, Maekar decided to leave the room and his doubts behind. He looks around the estate for you, and finally finds his way back into the living room, you are laying on the sofa, asleep. Your shoes are off, your breath is steady as your small cat rests on your thighs.
He observes for a moment before taking a seat in the armchair nearby. From his seat, Maekar has a view on your feet, picking out the ruffle of your dress. Or rather the stocking that covers them. He might have come inside of you a moment ago, he still doesn't know what your body looks like, perhaps he could undress you here and then. All he wants is to take off the translucent material, and kiss the soles of your feet.
But there is a ferocious guard resting on your lap.
It's like Whitefyre can read his mind as her eyes never leaves Maekar's. with a grunt, he take the book that rest on the table, a few pages of fantastic adventures would help him get his mind off of you.
The tales from the book are nothing less than a nightmare, dragons, diseases battle for power, as a child and a knight are trying to navigate through all of this, and it is your favorite book, how odd.
Maekar hears footsteps approaching the living room, he prays and hopes it is the member of his staff coming to announce they are finally done this way he can put real distance between the two of you, but he is surprised to find hair and eyes that resemble his.
It is Aerion.
He is holding a large carry case that he did not have when he left earlier, he drops it by the armchair across from Maekar as he looks intently at you, taking a few steps in your direction before scoffing.
"I think she is with child" Maekar stomach drops lower than it ever did in his life. Aerion lays a hand on your stomach and a hiss can be heard from little Whitefyre. "All she do these days is sleep and eat"
"Perhaps it is all she has to do here alone Aerion"
"What do you think the cat is for ?"
"Your educated adult wife's company should be one of an animal ?" Maekar remarks with somehow more bite in his tone than previously. It doesn't escape Aerion notice, sending a sharp glance his way. "Why marry her in the first place then ?" it is a question he meant to ask for a while.
Aerion straightens back up as he shifts toward his father, hands on his hips he shrug casually "If I did not, someone else would have and it did not sound right"
Maekar looks at his son in disbelief while the latter exits the room. How could he have messed up so badly with him ?
Dyanna Dayne was nothing short but an angel on earth and Maekar has betrayed her twice today. Firstly by sleeping with another woman after he promised he never would, and secondly as he watches what their son Aerion has become.
The book on his lap closes shut, he does not need to read anymore to be in a nightmare.