i just absolutely love the idea that Daeron is so pathetic that he canāt even get it upā¦ and he has such a big dick, so itās a shame he canāt even use it :(
youād take his soft cock in your mouth, bobbing your head and getting it all wet, trying to make him harden even a little bit so that you can seize the opportunity and slip him inside your needy cunt. but the alcohol has a very strong hold on him, and it seems to be choking out his ability to perform.
so instead youād be forced to deal with yourself while your pathetic husband watches. maybe he even gets off on the fact that heās in such a deplorable state, eyeing your hand as it dips down to your wet folds, rubbing your clit frantically and telling him through ragged breaths that you should go make use of the handsome knights his father employs.
Pairing: Baelor "Breakspear" Targaryen x female! reader
Summary: A journey to Dragonstone is your next destination, Baelor does not want you to go but instead convinces you to allow a Knight to go with you for protection. He makes sure you know he is willing to mend what he broke. [4.5k]
Content: Canon divergent / non-canon, second wife reader, angst, mention of other characters, grief, guilt, targaryen family stress. No use of Y/N.
A/N: Hi! I know my updates are not as frequently as they were when I started writing this series but trust that I write as fast as my mind allows me to.
Disclaimer: English is NOT my first language so this may as well be written with my eyes closed and half delusional brain. Hope you enjoy it! NOT PROOF READ AT ALL!!!
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āYou cannot go" Baelor tried to make you see reason.
This conversation had been happening for long now, it has been three days since you informed him you wanted to spend some time alone in Dragonstone and he had been relentlessly trying to convince you to not leave. Not that he was getting somewhere with it.
"Would you prefer I left for my home instead Dragonstone? You cannot keep me here, Baelorā You responded while packing your things.
āI do not want you to go. This is your home" He whispered sadly.
"At least allow me this, I need peace and time. That is all I am askingā You reasoned, turning to look at him.
āI do not want you to be all alone" He murmured softly.
Gods, he looked so broken and so sad. Pity that you were in no state of mind to worry more about for him than for yourself. He would have to lick his wounds this time.
āI would take two of my ladies-in-waiting" You informed him.
He stayed in silence for a few moments. "Would you accept if I at least send a knight of my entire trust to look after you?"
You blinked at him, he was acceptingā not that you gave him much option but either way. āWho is it that you have in mind?"
He mulled over the thought a few moments before suggesting it "Ser Duncan the Tallā
Inhaling sharply you looked at him with an expression of unbelief āI do not think that him would be fitting"
āI am asking for you to think about it" He pleaded, his mismatched eyes staring into your soul āHe is a loyal knight and Aegon would follow him. That way you will not be alone"
That got you to soften. Little Aegon was one of the few people you still wanted around. He was a lively kid, smart too. "I will give you my answer by nightfallā
Baelor suppressed a smile, he knew you had agreed with those words but you would not let your guard down and accept that easily. At least you would be protected and have the company of Egg.
He nodded āI would wait patiently for your answer. I shall leave you to it" Baelor murmured before stopping āDo you need help with anything?"
Immediately you shook your head āI believe I can manage, thank you"
That was his cue to leave "Alright, Wife. I will bother you no moreā
You hummed mindlessly "I shall see you at supperā
Once you heard the door close behind Baelor, you allowed yourself to breathe. He had beenā¦ suffocating, to say the least. You wanted to not feel smothered or pressured, that was the reason for your departure, you needed time to find that part of you that got lost, or at least a resemblance of it.
Later that day, at supper, it was just the two of us, as it had been the last few days. You could see that Baelor was trying, he just didn't know how.
"Have you given any thought to my proposal?ā He asked you after a while of silence.
You blinked at him āAbout Ser Duncan going with me to Dragonstone?"
He hummed, looking into your eyes while waiting for an answer.
Staying in silence for a few moments, you reflected on it. āI guess I am not opposite to the idea. Aegon could enjoy the time away from court"
Baelor's expression lightened significantly at your words "Indeed and you would not be aloneā
Taking a deep breath, you lowered your cutlery with a slight clink āYou are aware that I do not know how long I will be away"
Mirroring you, he lowered his own cutlery āI am aware of the fact, yes"
"Might be weeks, moonsā You remarked "Years evenā
He leaned back in his chair, trying to masque his hurt at the thought āI know and I understand you need time"
You squinted your eyes at him "You are not fighting against itā
āI am not" He confirmed.
"Why?ā You heard yourself asking.
With a deep breath, his eyes found yours firmly "I have taken too much from you, intentional or not. I think you are owed the kindness to retreat as you wish forā
The frown on your face deepened "And you are alright with it?ā
āHells no" He was quick to answer āBut it is not about me, it is about what you need. I will tear myself apart to mend things or, at the very least, concede your every whim"
You were stunned by his words, that much was obvious, yet you found yourself skeptical. āIf I were to ask you to let me have a paramour, would you agree with that?ā
It was a test, you knew it and he knew it as well.
Baelor's eyes saddened at the thought, but he was aware that he was in no position whatsoever to deny you anything. He had already failed you too greatly.
"You do not need my permission, should you desire to do soā He whispered "I merely ask you discretion, I would hate it if someone tried to hurt you with any unwanted informationā
You blinked at him, that was not what you were expecting. "You would not be against it?ā Confusion laced your words.
"Of course I would hate any minute of you loving anyone else, but I am not the exemplary husband to try and deny you anything your heart might want. As I said, would you decide to do so, I merely ask you take care of yourself and have discretionā He held your gaze the whole time.
Beyond stunned, you did not look away but dared to ask him āAnd if I were, would you take one too?ā
His answer was immediate āI would never do such thing. You are my wife and I swore my loyalty and faithfulness to you"
You were left speechless, staring at him with mixed feelings. Deep down, your heart cried for him, this part of him he was showing you. This was the Baelor you had fallen in love with.
The rest of the dinner went by in silence, you lost in your own head while Baelor observed you full of curiosity.
When the day of your departure to Dragonstone came, you were accompanied by Baelor, Valarr, Kiera and Matarys to the ship that was taking you all the way there.
"Take care of yourself, Motherā Valarr told you, hugging you tightly āDo not forget to write"
You chuckled, basking in the hug "I will not, I promise.ā
Matarys seemed reluctant of you parting from them, he felt like you were abandoning them even when deep down he knew it was not the case.
Seeing his down expression, you moved to hug him as well "Do not be upset, Matarys. I will be backā
āYou are leaving us" He responded with a closed expression.
"I am not, I merely need some time away. I will be back and I will write regularlyā You explained softly.
āOnly if you promise" He murmured, returning the hug.
You kissed his cheek with tenderness āOf course"
Moving to finish saying your good-byes to Kiera, the only one left was Baelor, who looked like a kicked puppy.
"You do not have to goā He whispered as you got close to him.
āI believe I have, I would grow resentment against too many people if I stayā Your words were true, knowing deep down that the resentment you were growing, though understandable, was not you desired rooting in your heart.
He sighed, knowing you needed this and he was willing to do what it took for you to be alright and happyāI will miss you"
You did not respond his words, merely glancing away before settling your gaze in his again āMaekar agreed for Aegon to join?"
"He was not too happy about it, but understands that he agreed to let Aegon to be Ser Duncan's squireā
"I will make sure he is wellā Your promise was meant to reassure that you would take care of his nephew.
"I knowā He said with a soft smile. He was aware that you were protective of the little boy.
āWould you promise me something?" You asked him after a few moments.
āAnything." He quickly answered.
"Take care of yourself, take care of themā you looked at his sons āI am aware they are grown but stillā
Baelor nodded, his expression melting at your concern āYou do not have to ask. Always"
You fidgeted in your place, nervous and without knowledge of what to do. In reality, you were concerned of unwanted feelings resurfacing if you were to hug him.
But him did not stay still, moving into your space and cradling your face with so much love and care that almost made your walls melt.
āI love you" He said firmly, his colorful eyes set on yours. āAnd I am sorry about everything, I will spend the rest of my life making it up to you, if you let me" his words were raw, honest and full of conviction.
He leaned down, placing a long kiss on your forehead, trying to pour everything he could not say in the little action. āBe safe"
"I will, Baelorā you reassured him, before starting to walk away, ready to get into the ship that will take you to your home for a time.
As you got into the ship, you saw Baelor making his way to Ser Duncan and Aegon, telling them something at what they merely nodded. You were sure he was, once again, trying to make sure they understand that he had to look over you.
It took a few minutes until Ser Duncan and Aegon joined you, one of them looking beyond excited and the other looking like duty bonded. It was obvious who was who.
With a final wave, the ship started to sail away, leading you to the place that would host you for a time.
Once you were far enough that your family looked like little dots, Aegon made his way to you, holding something in his hands.
āEgg" You smiled at him āAre you excited to spend some time in Dragonstone?"
His smile was immediate āYes, I've never been there"
"It is quite impressive, you will enjoy it, I'm sureā
He nodded, his smile ever persistent before he extended what he was holding to you.
You tilted your head in curiosity āWhat is this, sweet boy?"
"Uncle Baelor said to give this to youā Aegon murmured, extending a letter and a little box "And he told me to ask for you to wait until you were in Dragonstone to open it"
You tilted your head in curiosity āDo you happen to know what the box holds?"
His answer was immediate āI am but a simple messengerā
A chuckle left your lips, amused at his little quirks you always found too adorable. āAlright, little messenger. Thank you"
ā¦
Back in King's Landing, Baelor was in his solar staring in the direction Dragonstone was, lost in thought. He didn't even heard his mother entering, it was until she repeatedly called his name that he snapped out of it.
Turning his head slightly, yet not moving from his place on the window, he addressed her āYes, Mother?"
āI have been calling you for a while, yet you seemed miles away from here, my son" Queen Myriah pointed out. She was not a woman to hold her tongue when it came to her family.
"Apologies, my mind is indeed far awayā
Queen Myriah's only response was a hum. She knew her sons very well, and she knew when they needed to be brought back to reality. To make them see their mistakes. Her sons were her entire life and soul, however that doesn't mean she will not hesitate to take the side of those who need it. Per example, your side in the whole endeavor that happened back in Ashford.
"You are thinking of herā Her words had no trace of a question.
"I am always thinking of herā Baelor now turned to face her "Yet I must admit my thoughts are cloud by her lately. More than usualā
Queen Myriah took a seat in front of the desk, staring at his son whom had a rigid posture, as if waiting for something bad to happen at any given moment.
"It pains me to say this to you, but I will do it regardlessā Her words were firm with that character one only brews by living long enough. "She left because of you"
Baelor gritted his teeth. Of course he knew it was all his fault, yet it was not pleasant to be reminded āI am aware, Mother"
āNo, you are not" She looked away for a moment, trying to not let her emotions reign her āYou have been a fool, Baelor. You put honor and duty and everything else before her and your unborn child, then you act pained when she decides she does not want to be near you for the time being, after everything she has been through"
"It was not my intention for any of this to happen!ā His voice was not raised, yet he felt like a child once again.
"That is a poor excuse and you know itā Queen Myriah glared at her son, her piercing brown eyes, so full of fire and emotion reminding him what is to be a Dornish woman "I understand why you decided to help that poor knight, I understand that you almost died and you had no memories of your life after Jena. What I cannot understand is why you refused to see her, to be with her, support her when she had lost a child!ā
āShe was not the only one that lost a child!" Baelor refuted, desperately trying to convince his motherā and himself ā of any possible defense he could might have.
"Do not give me that, boyā She hissed in anger. This was not the boy she had raised "I am not saying that you do not suffer the loss, but she was all alone while she gave birth yet she fought with all her being and when she was handed her still child, she was all alone because you decided to play knight!ā
Queen Myriah didn't allow for his son to refute her words "Now, given the facts, of course she does not want to be near you, near your brother and especially not near Aerionā
Baelor knew his mother was right. Of course he did.
"Aerion has been sent awayā He murmured, turning to glance out of the window once again "Maekar wanted to send him to Lys but that would not be no punishment for the boy. I made clear that he was to be sent as a ward to Lord Tarly, mostly to ensure he learns discipline."
Queen Myriah raised her eyebrows, skeptical āAnd if he is not to learn anything? After all, he is a spoiled child that knows between right and wrong but deliberately ignores it"
āThen he will be sent to the Wall" Baelor said firmly, his voice leaving no hint of a doubt āThis is me giving him a last chance"
āMaekar would never allow itā She pointed out. She was well aware of how each member of her family behaved.
āI made myself clear and Maekar knows that Aerion has a lot to make up for" Baelor's voice was firm. He knew he had to make it better.
"You would sacrifice the relationship with your brother for her?ā Queen Myriah's question was an honest one, void of any judgment.
"Yesā Baelor answered without thinking about it "I swore to protect her, take care of her and love her. I do not care what I have to do to do right by herā
For the first time since Queen Myriah knew the truth, she was looking at Baelor with proudness. Yes, she was proud that her son was finally owning his mistakes and looking for a way to earn forgiveness.
ā¦
The long of your travels came to 3 days by boat since the Gods allowed you good enough weather to sail away towards Dragonstone. It was not often that you enjoyed a travel by boat, frequently falling into dizziness and nausea yet this one was different, the salty humid air agreeing with you for the first time ever.
Once you reached the island you felt drained, merely driven by the necessity for a bath, warm food and a fine night's sleep, yet you could not help to stand on the sand for a few moments, savoring the feeling of a weight being lifted off your shoulders.
Before being able to do all the things you wanted to do, you took it over yourself to show Ser Duncan and Aegon around, knowing Dragonstone from the little time you had spent there after you married Baelor, answering the little one's questions and basking in his excitedly face.
Ser Duncan was not that convinced with the arrangements of the rooms, believing himself not worthy of occupying the chambers that were reserved for highborn Lord's and Ladies.
āMilady, you must not bother on giving me rooms like these, I will be fine sleeping with the horses" Ser Duncan said with that thick accent of his, scratching the back of his head.
You waved him off, you were not about to allow him to sleep on the stables. "Nonsense, you shall sleep in the rooms I assigned youā
āMiladyā"
"Do not try, Ser. She would not change her mindā Aegon interrupted the Knight's words, knowing you a little too well.
āYou should listen to your squire, Ser" You shot Egg a smile "He is quite smart for his young ageā
Ser Duncan lowered his head in respect, trying to make himself seem small, quite and impossible task. āYes, Milady"
"Rest and bath, I shall see you both at supperā You said before retiring to your chambers, wanting a moment to rest yourself.
Opening the heavy door to your chambers, those chambers that you had shared with Baelor after marrying, it all felt so different from that time before. It felt like it had been ages ago but in truth it had been close to a year since you married.
Who would have thought that marrying into the Royal Family would only brought you problems, more that you would have liked.
You allowed yourself to bask in memories for a while, reminiscing about the good time you spent with your husband alone in the big castle.
Though your thoughts did not keep you entertained for long, your aching body taking reign and asking you, quite desperately, for a bath that was cooling down since it was prepared earlier by your command. You did not mind the cold, sometimes preferring it over a warm bath, and after undressing, you got into the tub, relaxing by the smell of the herbs and oils purred into it just how you liked, allowing your body and mind to fade away into unwinding.
That bath was the first time in a while since you felt thatā¦ calm. It was working wonders on you; the silence, the peace, the sound of the air whistling through the castle, the knowing of no royal duties to be fulfilled or people to be greeted.
Once the skin of your fingers started to wrinkle, you decided it was time for you to get out of the tub, not without letting out a long sigh, not too convinced to get out of your little bubble.
Getting out of the tub, you wrapped yourself on a robe, making your way to rest for a while before reuniting with Aegon and Ser Duncan to break supper. A nap sounded too enticing while you practically flopped into the bed.
As your head lolled to the side, your eye caught a glance of the little box and envelope Aegon had handed you back in the boat. Probably your lady's maid had left it for you onto the bed.
After mulling over your options briefly before deciding to reach out for the letter and box. You had to read it, otherwise you would not be able to sleep, your mind was stubborn like that.
Once in your hands, you decided to open the letter first, curiosity gawking at you. The envelope had a simple wax sealing, a tiny flower pressed on it, exactly resembling those letters Baelor used to send you before you married.
With a nostalgic smile, you took out the letter, ready to read whatever your husband had poured on it.
My Dear Wife,
Remember when we used to exchange correspondence when you were far away from me? I did not think that I could feel like a green boy again at my age, but you managed to make me feel that way. Bittersweet memories, ones that used to be sweet as honey, now stained by the weight of my actions.
If you waited long enough and if you listened to Aegon when he handed you this letter, you must be in Dragonstone by now, probably after taking a bath and having some rest after your travels. I wholeheartedly hope the travel by boat was nice to you, as I am aware the movement of the sea not always agrees with you, making you sick and whatnot.
I remember the first time you stepped on Dragonstone, right after the celebration of our wedding came to an end. To be honest, I could not wait to have you all to myself, to only be me and you. That two weeks we spent on that island were the best days of my life with you. The beginning of an eternal promise, if you must.
And nowā¦ now you are there alone, without me. Taking time for yourself. Time to mourn, to think, to reflect. Maybe you are even thinking of ways to part from me fully. If that was the case, know that I do not blame you. Hells, I would help you search for a safe way to do anything you ask, would you want that.
After Ashford, after my failings as a husband, as a father, I know nothing would remain the same. I messed our whole lives up, I have spend time thinking that maybe I should have died from the hit to my head. That way, maybe you would have a better life, not one tied up to a man that cannot even be there for you when you need it.
I despise how your face has fallen with grief, clouded by an emotion I had never seen engraved in your face before. I hate how the light, that characteristic light that you had, is now turned to ashes. And it is my fault.
The worse thing to it is I do not know how to make it better or rather, if I can make it better. The only thing I do know is that I want to make it better, I want to see you smile again, to see you be happy, to see that beautiful face light up at the simplest things.
I am a man full of greed when it comes to you, and perhaps that is what has took us to this point in life, but I will try my hardest to fix the mess I caused.
I am painfully aware that there is no way I can give you our baby girl back, but believe me I would trade my life for hers in a mere second. I cannot do it, I do not know why the Gods would not allow it, I wish they did, that way you would have her with you and you would be rid of me.
I constantly think of her, of how her little face looked like, her eyes, nose and hair. Was she resembling you? I certainly hope so. In my mind, I am just waiting for the Stranger to take me to met her and beg for her forgiveness. Life is not what we like it to be, sadly.
Did you tell you I was strongly convinced she was going to be a girl? I am pretty sure I did, it was the only thing on my mind since we learned you were with child. Strangely, it happened with both Valarr and Matarys, I just knew they were going to be boys.
You gave her a beautiful name, but then again, you have always been one to know how to do things. Everything you do has always been magic in my eyes, and it will always be.
That little box that Aegon handed you is something I have since we learned you were with child. It was to be a gift for her and one for you. A way to show you what my foolish mouth cannot utter sometimes.
Inside that little box, you will find a necklace that would have been for our baby girl, something she would have had and wear all the time, now it's completely yours. Next to it, you will find a ring, one that matches the one that I used to ask you to marry me. That ring signals you gave me a beautiful daughter and it is for you to cherish, would you want to.
I know it is likely you will never wear anything I give you, yet it all is yours.
I wish for you to know I will not bother you nor pressure you while you are far, I meant that I would give you all the time you asked for. I will wait for you until my last breath of needed to be.
Should you wish for me to inform you of anything happening here, you shall just send word and I will inform what you desire. You are the one in control, my love, know that.
I am yours, only yours. You are owner of my self, my heart, my mind, my all. Even if I have lost you forever.
I love you so much.
Yours always,
Baelor.
By the end of his letter tears were running down your face, your heart clenching with emotions you had not allowed to get out before. You had been suppressing a lot since everything happened.
You reached for the box, opening it and finding what Baelor said it would be. Both the necklace and ring were beautiful, thought for you and your baby girl with love.
Taking the necklace to see it better, you observed how delicate it was, appropriate to wear everyday. With a deep breath, you decided to put it on, feeling the weight of it against your chest. Strangely enough, it brought you some sense of comfort.
You did not know what to do with the ring, you were not ready to wear it, feeling it would feel wrong, so you decided to save in back in it's box along with the letter.
With a sigh, you knew the option of resting and a nap would be futile, better deciding to change into a light and comfortable gown, needing to take a walk, to think about Baelor's letter.
I will think about your words, you stupid man.
do not copy, reupload, translate or feed to artificial intelligence.
Oh, this is such an addicting story. I really love this, I actually binged it like a week ago or so and I was looking forward to this wonderful chapter!
I do feel a great satisfaction over the fact that she's leaving for milk and a pack of cigarettes at Dragonstone at least for a whileš
And actuallyāYou know what? Hell yeah... get a paramour. Is Maekar available? It would be fun to play around and hurt his feelings too.
The way he immediately went to play the victim over his daughter's death like his wife didn't have to push her out of her hooha with no emotional support whatsoever. Baby, you've GOT to go to hell! Get his ass, Myriah! Use the chancla!
If he thinks a fuck ass letter (Oh, the emotional blackmail. It was written beautifully and I would definitely fold, at least in private.) is going to change it all, he's got another thing coming to him. Now I'm irritated at this man. AGAIN!
If that were really me tho, I would have needed that apology in dollars, euros and yens. I do understand that city girl shit wasn't very common in Westeros tho, so the letter is okay.
Can't wait for the next chapter, babes!! Put him through the ringer because he honestly deserves it.
Characters: Ser Dunken the tall, Baelor Targaryen, Aerion Targaryen, Maekar Targaryen,
āĖš prompt: them calling you another name! (In ānormalā moments)
āĖš warnings: angst, cheating, heart break, Aerion is a warning, mistakes, pregnancy, oc them kinda, oc added for Aerions story, me not knowing as much as the lore in the books, idk why itās sad time, make theses men yearn for forgiveness. I wanna make a pt. 2.
Ser Duncan
Itās still early in the morning and the sun is only beginning to raise, today unlike normal you awake before him. A heavy work day is set out for the both of you but you take this very rare moment to watch him peacefully. Itās your hard working man, field work, ranch work and the heavy lifting. Your farm aids help of course, but there is never a time you donāt see him working on something.
Your hand rests on his naked chest. Your pretty shinning ring wraps around your finger and catches the small night of the day rays. You couldnāt be happier in your life with him.
Until he stirs awake, his eyes never opening and his breath changes. You can see him trying to resist the light on his eyes.
āMorninā, Rafe.ā and for the first time in your relationship, Duncan spoke another name.
He didnāt even catch it right away, heās still in between dreams and life. You however are worse and spiraling. You take your hand off his chest and push yourself up to look at the tired man, you call āhusbandā. Of course you knew of her, he told you of his childhood and how he lost her too quickly and painfully. But never in your life did you think he wanted you to be her ā for him to call her name when he first awakes.
Itās only when you get out of bed he thinks hard, he realizes what heās said. āMy love,ā you turn your gaze sharply at him. A look heās never seen before, nor does he want to ever again.
He calls your name softly as you throw on your silky overnight gown. You donāt even look at him when you rush out the door, knowing heās in for a long day. Perhaps heāll speak when the day is over, when you have calmed down and he can make it better.
And yet, you donāt give him the chance. You work late, you set off to the village a day away for a supply run. Never asking, but leaving the news with a helping aid.
Duncan regrets it dearly and deeply. He doesnāt even know how it happened, he has woke up with you three years, side by side. You built a life and wanted a family. Rath was a good memory, but a past memory. The love he shared for her werenāt like his for you ā and yet his brain tricked him into believing he was still young and in flea- bottom.
He had to make it up to you, but how? He couldnāt imagine what you must be feeling and heās shit a words.
Baelor Targaryen
Baelor had countless meetings today, he has barely had time to think or spend time with you in a few days. Heās stressed and full of a clouded mind but he takes his usual tea time with you. The only time set aside for sure of your day, so you both can be together.
Youāre endlessly telling him what has been happening around court, or some things youāve heard you think he ought to know. Baelor does so love to hear you talk because it causes his mind to go calm. Today was no different. But he was out of it, not actually paying attention to you while he thought and played with his ring.
If he was focused he never would have slipped up.
āDo you think we should hold a feast again? Itās been a while and I wouldnāt want anyone to be upset.ā itās a big thing in your family to throw feast to gather everyone up, you do love it with his family too.
āOf course, Jena.ā and he notices right away of what he did.
Once he looked at you he could tell he was truly fucked. Your eyes widened. Your body stiff and still, and yet your chest rising and falling ā like an animal staring at a hunter.
āMy love, forgive me.ā Baelor reaches out for your hand but you reject it and stand up from your seat.
āForgive me, Your Grace. But I have matters to continue.ā he watches you bow your head, he could see the tears swelling in your eyes as you left in a hurry.
The marriage was still new but you both just got to a place of real love. Not just a small feeling, but now you both couldnāt be away from one other. Perhaps heāll never have you in his arms again and he would never blame you. He knew of the doubt in your mind of him never feeling the same towards you. Being second in his heart.
āGods, have mercy.ā He rubbed his temples and started to think of what he could possibly do to fix this.
Youāre his wife now. He made a promise to protect and love you for the rest of his life and now heās failed that, his one job. His stupid thoughts got him into trouble.
Baelor is devastated when he hears words that you arenāt coming to your shared quarters. Heās a patient man and knows when to give space so he gives you space but not without showing he wants to make up for his wronging. He sends you invitations to join him for tea, dinner and talks. He tries to talk to you again but you only let him say a few small words before running off.
Itās been a fortnight, and yet you still avoid him like some sickness, and heās cracking. Begging for a chance to be with you again.
Aerion Targaryen
You heard the whispers of him taking mistresses, whoring around while you stay on the other side of that Castel. Honestly, you didnāt much mind at the beginning. He was rude and un caring, any less time he can to your chambers the better.
But, in the last three month when you finally became with child he found himselfā¦Almost smitten with you. Aerion was almost by your side all day, when he could be. Walking you around, telling you stores of his family and what he had in store for the babe in your belly. He likes how you just listened to him, asking him questions here and there while you continued to work on your needle work. Or reading, honestly anything else.
And you both grew closer together. It was comfortable to be in each others presence, even finding it enjoyable. And now, you both find feelings to be growing. Soft kisses pressed to your face and his hand rubbing your stomach. Now, you didnāt hate the thought of him coming to sleep with you in the middle of the night. You found it nice to have him wrap his arms around you.
And today, like any other you were happy to stay in his room. It was an arrangement that you both find yourself coming to the others room a lot, even if you are man and wife.
He was half asleep, he was without a shirt and on his stomach while hugging his pillow. The room smelled of wine, and his shirt on the chair was colored in its red tint. He was drunk. It wasnāt unusual for him to be drunk, but you havenāt seen him like this in a while.
āHusband, are you feeling alright?ā you ask while putting a hand on his burning face. He leans into your touch and makes a soft sound of pleasure, half asleep.
āJust tired, Eleana.ā
You retraced your hand immediately, and felt so sick that you wanted to puke. You knew he had taken lovers, but somehow you thought he stopped. You thought he loved you. That the cruel prince you married finally turned into a man willing to be a caring, loving husband. Instead of the bratty boy who wants everything to himself.
Aerion didnāt notice, he was too drunk off his ars to notice it was you or what he said. He was out like a light. You watch for a few seconds while he gets comfortable in bed before leaving his room. Surprising the guards when you tell them youāre returning to your bed.
Aerion notices right away of your change. No longer calling him sweet names, not looking at him or making conversation about things you like or heard. You just stand there, do what is needed and leave.
Everything about you is different. Even your walk, dresses no longer in red, how you glare more and smiles become rare on your lips. Hot headed with the woman at court. He thinks itās just a woman thing but heās annoyed with it. He is your husband yet you ignore him now?
Thereās only a few things he tries to do. Once he realizes he may have upset you somehow. Gift giving. Heās not one for apologizing through words, but gifts are easy. New jewelry, dressses, baby things made for your little prince once he is born. You go a whole weeks with new things piling up. And you still refuse to wear anything new he got you.
We all know how short of a fuse he has. Once he gets to his point, heās done tip toeing around you. He will corner you and get you to spill.
Maekar Targaryen
Itās your sonās name day, your first born son but his fifth son, and his seventh child. Baelon Targaryen, a name you picked for you son. Today you actually saw him smile in public often, he couldnāt keep his hands away from holding your son. He shared the day with his family and his other kids. He was a loving man ā to his family only, and now to you.
Later that night you found him with the babe, standing above his cradle as he softly hummed. You knew your son was fast asleep so you watched for a minute or two, taking in your favorite view.
It took about a few months into your marriage for him to soften up, around your mid pregnancy he really start to show up at your side. You found common ground and slowly started to fall in love with one other. Your marriage wasnāt a love match, but it seemed to be heading in that direction.
āItās late, My Love. We should head to bed, let our little prince sleep.ā you whisper to him, still at the door way.
āWe have done well havenāt we, Dyanna.ā
Everything went silent around you. The only thing was the cracking of the fire place while your heart began to pound. Love wasnāt something you forgot over night, you knew heād always love her and you were okay with that. But now he thinks she birthed him? That that was her son, and you meant nothing to him.
He was tired. It was so late, all of his energy was taking up by talking to people all day. He never meant to say it, hells he didnāt even know why he called her name.
Once he turned around you were no where to be seen, the sound of your heels are becoming more distant. So he chases you, your feet slamming onto the floor while you make haste to get to your own chambers.
āMy wife, please let me explain.ā he hears you laugh as you pick up your dress and make your way up the stairs.
āI heard enough from you, Husband. Calling the name of another is one thing, but acting like she birthed my son is too cruel.ā he didnāt know what to say or do. Heās never chases after, or begged for forgiveness this great a length.
āSeven hells, I did not mean it. The adventures of the day has clouded my mind, let us talk about it.ā
You now stood in front of your door, never wanting to face him again. He stopped a few steps away, afraid if he moved you start to run again. He craved to reach out for you, to get on his knees and bury his head into your stomach. You have put him under a spell and yet heās ruined everything.
āI have been so patient, understanding of your loss. You wonāt need to play the part of a loving husband anymore, nor I the perfect wife. I will sleep in my own chambers, we will be together in public eyes and only when making another heir. Speak my name, speak hers. It no longer matters, because youāll never love me like her.ā
Once you shut the door on him, he forgets how to fight. And he knows youāll do everything you possibly could to get away from him.
And you are true to your word no matter how hard he tries to make up for it. He asks his brother what to do, he suggests talking ā Maekar knows thatās not for him so he sends gifts instead. And tries his hardest to be near you when you let him. Which is only dinner, walking the halls, and special occasions. ļæ¼
You havenāt giving him a smile or a jest since that night, not wrapping you arm around his simply because you want to other then when itās expected. You leave the room when he enters. What hurts him the most is that you still care for his children, you donāt glare or treat them poorly but just keep loving them.
Marker yearns for you back, it takes all of his might to not get on his knees and your feet and beg for forgiveness. He misses you. He realizes he loves you, that you make his day better and he canāt sleep well without you near.
He might even kill a man from how sleep deprived he is. He tried to respect you and not cross a line. But itās getting hard when you plague his every thought.
OMG the way I would just shut down everytime they would be near me or talking to me, I would justā
Maybe it's just me being petty but I would hold that grudge for heeeella long. How dare you? Especially the dilfs. I understand young men are fucking dumb but those two???? Immediately no. Avoidant attachment has been activated.
I'm ngl and say I'm not ashamed to do this and bring this into the safe space I've had since I was a teen away from real life, but things are getting grim and desperate so I'm kind of out of choices.
If you ever enjoyed anything I've written or done, please consider helping me through this or sharing the link. I know it's a long shot and we're all struggling to get by, and that there are many causes more dire than my own- I'm not sure how to ask you all about this, Ive never done this and never even thought I'd be in such a position.
I'm sorry if this bummed you out or ruined your day.
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