AKOTSK - When he first sees you ⚔️
18+ please MDNI
not smutty but a little sexual tension in a few!
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Maekar Targaryen
The Great Hall fell silent as you entered. Not because you demanded attention. Quite the opposite.You walked with quiet confidence, your hands folded before you, your gaze lowered in respect. Yet somehow every lord and knight seemed to turn their heads.
Maekar watched from his seat. He was not a man easily impressed. Yet his eyes followed you. The sunlight caught the curve of your cheek, and for a moment he forgot the conversation happening around him. When you finally looked up, your eyes met his. The prince’s jaw tightened. “Who is she?” he asked. A simple question. But the way he asked it made the courtier beside him smile.
“Lady Y/N Stark my prince, she has not been wed or betrothed. Stubborn I hear.” He says grinning, watching maekar make his way toward you.
Because Maekar had already decided he wanted to know everything about you. He approaches you like a stalking beast.
“Lady Y/N Stark , my prince” , you bow your head delicately. Maekar notices your breast busting out the top of your dress like a can of biscuits. He can feel himself hardening at the sight of you. You look up at him. His pupils dilated , opening his mouth slightly.
Before he can say anything, “But you already knew that, my prince” you say smirking slightly at him. He grabs your hand gently as if it would break to his touch & smiles.
“I would love to know so much more about you my lady.”
Baelor Targaryen
The training yard was loud with the clash of steel. Prince Baelor had just finished sparring when he noticed you standing near the rail. You were laughing. Not at him. At something a handmaid had whispered. The sound carried across the yard.
Baelor froze. Gods. He had heard singers with less beautiful voices. Sweat rolled down his neck as he watched you tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. Then you noticed him watching. Your smile faltered. His did not.
For the first time all day, the famous prince forgot entirely about duty, politics, and war.
All he could think about was hearing that laugh again.
As his squire unties his armor, baelor questions him. Trying to get any information he can about you. “She’s from house Baratheon , my prince” his squire says pulling off baelors boots. “She’s appears to be rather quiet & shy, my prince”.
“I like quiet.“ baelor says smiling.
Prince Aerion Targaryen was accustomed to getting whatever he desired. Then he saw you. You were standing beneath a flowering tree in the castle gardens, petals drifting around you like snow. The sight struck him harder than any sword. Most women rushed to gain his attention. You ignored him completely.
And that was precisely the problem. Aerion approached. You barely glanced his way before returning to your book. A slow smile spread across his face. Dangerous. Possessive. Intrigued. “You know who I am?” He says looking up and down your exposed neck.
“Yes, my prince.” You say never meeting his gaze.
“And yet you continue reading?” He steps closer shifting his belt. You turned a page. “Was I meant to stop?” For the first time in years, Aerion found himself speechless. And utterly captivated.
“You know how many women beg like dogs for a simple touch or even a quick look from me. The dragon.” He says leaning in closer. You immediately look up catching his hungry stare.
“And yet here I am. I will let you continue with your flock of women, my prince.” You smile staring into his eyes , walking away from his gaze.
Aerion couldn’t believe what just happened before his eyes. He watches you as you walk away clutching your book to your chest. The women standing along the halls gawking in disbelief at what just happened. Aerion shakes his head, trying to shake off this feeling.
It wasn’t anger or embarrassment he felt. He was intrigued. He wanted more of it. And he wasn’t going to stop till he had you sweating , moaning under him.
Daeron Targaryen
Music drifted through the feast hall. Prince Daeron sat with a cup of wine, half-listening to a bard’s song. Then you walked in. The room blurred. The music faded. All he saw was you.
You moved gracefully among the guests, smiling warmly as you greeted old friends. Unlike many court ladies, there was no calculation in your expression. Only kindness. Daeron found himself smiling without realizing it. When you reached his table, you curtsied politely. “My prince.”
His heart stumbled. The title sounded far sweeter in your voice than it ever had before. As you walked away, Daeron lifted his cup. Not for the wine. But because he suddenly needed something to steady himself.
Egg noticed Daeron in a trance. “Would you like me to speak to her for you , brother.” Daeron immediately returns to reality. “Fetch me a cup of water.” Daeron says standing fixing his hair , chugging the pale of water handed to him by a servant.
Maekar notices. Maekar looks over at baelor, nudging him lightly. “Gods, for once I think Daeron has a chance”. Egg chuckles at the sight of Daeron struggling to sober up, trying to make himself look somewhat presentable.
Valarr Targaryen
The Great Hall of Summerhall was loud with music, laughter, and the clinking of goblets, but for Prince Valarr Targaryen, the noise seemed to fade the moment he saw you.
You stood near one of the tall windows, evening sunlight pouring over your shoulders like liquid gold. The conversation around you barely held your attention as you smiled politely at a noblewoman speaking beside you.
Valarr forgot entirely what his cousin had just been saying. “Valarr?” No response “Valarr.” Still nothing. A hand landed firmly on his shoulder.
Prince Baelor raised an amused brow. “If you stare any harder, the poor lady may catch fire.” Valarr blinked and finally tore his gaze away from you. “I wasn’t staring.”
“You were.” He says bluntly, raising one eyebrow. “I was observing.” Valarr says crossing his arms. Baelor laughed outright. “Is that what they’re calling it now?”
Valarr tried to look offended, though the faint color creeping into his cheeks betrayed him. Across the hall, you turned slightly, and for a brief moment your eyes met his. The world seemed to stop. You offered a small smile. Valarr nearly forgot how to breathe.
Baelor followed his gaze and nodded approvingly. “She’s beautiful.”
Valarr looked back toward you immediately.“She is.” Baelor’s grin widened. “There it is.”
Baelor says placing his hand on his son’s shoulder.
“What?” Valarr looks up baelor with a blank stare. “The look.” Baelor says grinning from ear to ear. Valarr groaned. “I hate when you do that.”
“Do what my boy?”
“Know things.” Baelor chuckled and took a sip of wine. “Then stop making them obvious.”
Valarr glanced back toward you once more. You were laughing now, your smile bright and warm. Something tightened pleasantly in his chest. “Go speak to her.” Valarr nearly choked.
“I don’t know what to say.” Baelor looked genuinely confused. “You’re a prince.”
“That’s terrible advice.” Valarr says rolling his eyes. “It’s worked for generations.”
Valarr sighed dramatically. Unfortunately, Baelor was right. Before he could lose his nerve, he crossed the hall. You noticed him approaching immediately.The closer he got, the more handsome he seemed. He stopped before you and offered a respectful bow.
“My lady.” You curtsied gracefully. “Your Highness.” The corner of his mouth lifted.
For a moment neither of you spoke. Then you tilted your head slightly. “You were staring at me.” Valarr froze. Across the hall, Baelor nearly spit out his wine. You fought back a smile. Valarr groaned softly.
“So I wasn’t being subtle.” He looks down almost whispering. “Not even a little.” You smile. “I thought it was rather flattering.”
His violet eyes brightened. “You did?” You nodded.
