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A Woman's Work (Baelor Targaryen x OFC) – Chapter 1

Summary: Jaehaera comes to her husband with one single request: come to our bed.

Words: 4,847

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The Lords and Ladies never expected Princess Jaehaera of Summerhall to be their future Queen.

They have heard tales of the King’s eldest granddaughter managing the Summerhall palace alongside her father after the death of her lady mother. Tales of a Princess who took the responsibilities that once belonged to her mother with her chin high. Every Lord and Lady who visited Summerhall would speak of the beautiful and regal Princess who greeted them with a gentle smile.

They saw that beautiful and regal Princess with their own eyes when she came to King’s Landing to be a lady-in-waiting for her cousin’s new wife. They saw the Princess help Lady Kiera integrate herself into court. They heard that the Princess sat beside her grandmother, the queen, when nobles and common folk came to them with petitions. More than once, the Princess opened her purse and donated gold for something as small as giving an old lady shoes or something, such as helping the construction of an infirmary.

The Princess’ piety and generosity reminded them of her late great-grandmother, Queen Naerys, who too listened to her people’s voices and made her own charity-filled actions. Along with that, her duty-first personality made them understand why Prince Baelor took his brother’s daughter for a second wife.

The heir to the throne marrying his niece wasn’t something the Realm quickly accepted even though they had seen those incestuous Targaryen unions before. After all, their king comes from a brother-sister union. The last union between a Targaryen uncle and a Targaryen niece was that of Rhaenyra and Daemon Targaryen. A controversial union on its own from beginning to end.

And very much like King Viserys I, Prince Maekar, Princess Jaehaera’s father and Prince Baelor’s brother, objected to the union. He was just lucky that they didn’t elope behind his and the Realm’s back, unlike Viserys.

King Daeron the Good was the one who made sure the union went forward despite the objections of his son and wife. If it weren't for the King’s intervention, the wedding may have never happened. Prince Baelor was the one who first announced his intentions to wed Princess Jaehaera to the king, but it was the Princess who convinced the King to say yes to the betrothal.

Four moons after their engagement was announced, Prince Baelor took Princess Jaehaera as his wife on Dragonstone.

When the guest and the royal family started to leave one by one, Prince Maekar said a short goodbye to his daughter, his now future queen, and went back to Summerhall with his remaining children. It’s rumoured that Princess Jaehaera’s letters to her father are sometimes left unanswered, which causes a lot of emotional distress for the young princess.

The joy of being a wife filled the silence left by her father.

The sight of the Lord Hand walking the gardens with his lady wife became a common one. The Prince would have his arm linked with hers, pulling her closer to him. More than once a passerby would see Princess Jaehaera put herself on her tiptoes and kiss her husband. The Prince would passionately kiss her back.

Another common sight was seeing the newlywed couple sitting next to each other during banquets talking amongst themselves in their ancestral language, in which the Princess would burst into giggles and the Prince would hide his grin behind his goblet.

Nobody could deny that this couple were madly in love with each other.

But also, nobody could keep the matters of the Realm away from the Hand.

The duties and demons pulled the prince away from his marital bed. Baelor has been locked in the tower of the hand for a fortnight, looking over ledgers and scrolls from every Lord of the Realm. He would come back to his bed in the middle of the night, giving his wife one kiss and another before leaving in the morning, all the while she was sleeping. The only evidence presented to her was his scent on the linens and the outline of his body on the mattress. Sometimes he stayed locked inside his study the whole night. Jaehaera would order the servants to make sure light meals were sent to him along with calming tea.

Jaehaera wasn't naive when she wedded the second most powerful man in the country. She knew there would be times she and Baelor couldn't be together. Where the pull of duty was stronger than their marital bliss.

She kept herself occupied for the time being. As the new Princess of Dragonstone, Jaehaera received new duties that weren't that different from those she had in Summerhall. She managed the household with the Queen and Kiera and held court with the other high ladies. She had her days filled just like her husband’s.

But the nights have started to become longer and lonelier. She got used rather quickly to Baelor’s presence in her bed. She got used to his scent and hearing his light snores. She missed the conversation they would have when the candles were already snuffed out. She missed the feeling of his arms seeking her in the middle of the night.

There was something else she missed, but she wouldn't say it out of embarrassment and propriety.

She missed his lips and hands on her body. Of him whispering roughly in her ear.

When Baelor took her maidenhead in Starfall, Jaehaera did not expect to crave the touch of the male body so strongly. Her brothers may joke about his age and stamina, but Jaehaera has never had an unsatisfied coupling ever since they lay together. Her Prince never left her dissatisfied.

Her fingers brought her peak, but it still wasn’t enough. Jaehaera let out a sigh when she turned around and saw the empty space beside her. This bed was too big for one person.

The Septas have taught her that a wife should wait for her husband’s call to start a coupling. She’s to wait patiently for him and to never be the one to start it, for that is the behaviour of a common prostitute. As she lay in her bed feeling a throbbing inside her, Jaehaera would like to tell each of those Septas to fuck off.

On occasion, Jaehaera and Kiera talk about each other's bed activities with their husbands with giggles and flushed faces. She noticed in those conversations that Kiera never seemed to shy away from starting coupling with Valarr.

A deep breath later, Jaehaera threw out the covers, put on her slippers and robe and left the chamber. With determined steps she walked to the corridors of the Tower of the Hand and stood in front of Baelor’s study.

“Anounce me, please.” She ordered the guards stationed at the door.

The guards nodded, and one of them knocked on the door. “Your Lady Wife, your grace.”

Baelor’s voice sounded from behind the door. “Let her in.”

The doors are opened, and Jaehaera walks inside.

“My lord husband.” She said.

Baelor was sitting at his desk with stacks of books and scrolls surrounding him. He was still wearing the same clothes he wore during supper, a thick black doublet with his Hand of the King’s pin still attached. His hand was covered in ink stains. He looked tired. Jaehaera was starting to think that maybe it was selfish of her to interrupt him while he was in the middle of working and exhausted.

“The hour is late, my love.” Baelor said kindly. “Why aren’t you asleep?”

She approached his desk and pulled her robe tighter around her. “I missed you.”

Baelor chuckled softly and went back into writing. “We saw each other at supper, my star.”

Jaehaera bit her lip and shrugged. “I know," She said. “What is meant is I miss you… in our bed.”

The quill scratched the paper as it came to a halt. Baelor looked at her over his brow. "Oh…" He mumbled.

Jaehaera continued as she circled the desk. “And I worry for you. You work too hard. The Realm appreciates and respects it.” She stops behind and puts her hands on his shoulder, massaging them. “But your wife will appreciate it more if you rested and joined her in bed.”

Baelor's shoulders became less tense the more she rubbed them. He turned his head and kissed the back of her hand. "Forgive me, my dear, but I feel like these will take much longer.”

Jaehaera sighed, but she did not give up. “Since I’m here, I would like to convey to you a grievance from a lady of the court.”

Baelor hummed, already sensing his wife was planning something. “Do I know this lady?"

“Yes. You know her very intimately.”

“Ah, then go ahead. I do not like leaving someone dear to me in distress."

"Well," Jaehaera started. “This lady has recently wedded, and she has enjoyed the company of her husband tremendously, but lately… her husband has been neglecting her lately…”

“Neglecting her, you say?” Baelor arched a brow, amused.

“He hasn't been in their bed for almost a fortnight. Leaving her alone and cold in that big bed. When he does come to their bed, she barely notices he’s there. She feels him giving her a kiss, but that’s it. She is starting to think that he loves the scrolls and ledgers more than her…”

“Preposterous!” He barked with laughter.

“Do not jest, husband.” She scolded him. “It took her a lot of courage to come here.”

Baelor cleared his throat to cover his laugh. “Please forgive me, my Star. Go ahead.”

Jaehaera continued. “She would like to ask the Lord Hand if the realm would collapse if he left his scrolls and ledgers for one night and joined her in bed tonight.”

Baelor hummed and leaned back in his chair just like he did during council meetings and was presented a difficult challenge. Jaehaera almost wants to laugh.

“What else does this lady desire?” He asked.

Jaehaera stiffened up. Even though she wasn't in front of him, he could tell she was the one who became tense.

“This lady is dear to me, and I would do anything her heart desires, but you have to tell me what it is, my love.”

“It is not proper.” She murmured.

“It is not proper, my wife says…" Baelor said. “When have we ever been proper, Jae?"

He gently tugged her wrist, making her walk forward and stand in front of him. He parted his legs, and she sat on his lap. He looked at her with his mismatched eyes full of kindness. Baelor gently tucked a dark lock of hair behind her ear and rested his hand against her jaw while he placed his other hand on her waist.

“What do you want, Jaehaera?”

Jaehaera put her arms around his neck and pulled her face closer. They looked into each other's eyes for a heartbeat before Jaehara leaned forward and laid her lips on his. Baelor kissed her back immediately and fervently.

She moved her body around so that she could position herself on one leg. Her bare thighs rubbed against his clothed leg. She rocked her hip against his thigh, not once breaking the kiss. She moaned against his mouth when a small spark of pleasure ran through her core. The hand on her waist instantly tightens.

They kissed until the air in their lungs started to run out. She pulls back and rests her forehead against his.

“I want you.” She whispered into his lips.

The purple in Baelor’s eye was almost invisible. He looked down at her body as if he were studying a ledger, but with lust in his gaze. His hand rubbed the thick wool of her robe.

“Are our chambers warm?” He asked.

She frowned at his question but nodded.

“Good.” He said, leaning back against the chair. “I will finish writing one letter and join you in bed. In the meanwhile…” He grabbed a strand of her hair and rubbed it between his fingers. "You will go to our chambers, brush your hair, put it in a simple braid and wear that purple robe.”

Jaehaera's brows shot up. “That purple robe?”

“That purple robe.” Baelor nodded. “Just that purple robe.”

Jaehaera felt her body buzzing with anticipation.

Baelor pecked her lips and patted her waist. “Go.”

Jaehaera smiled as she got up. “As my lord husband commands it."

She started to walk towards the door when he called her name.

“Take your time.” He gently told her. “We have the whole night before the sun rises.”

Jaehaera nodded and opened the door.

....

She brushed her hair until it was free of knots and massaged her scalp, giving her long dark hair a pleasant shine and smell. And just like Baelor instructed, she styled it in a single braid that rested on her back.

She removed her thick wool robe and nightgown and put on the purple robe. During her visit to Dorne, on what feels like it was years ago, she had purchased it from the market. It was see-through, and she only wore it around Baelor but usually with her nightgown underneath. The chambers were warm enough for Jaehaera to sit comfortably without worrying about catching a chill.

Baelor doesn’t make her wait for too long.

He knocked on the door, and she told him to come in.

Baelor comes in. He too changed his clothes. He wore a white tunic that was open enough for her to see the salt-pepper hair of his chest and loose black trousers, and he was also barefoot. He approached her with a smile, his soft and gentle smile. When he stopped in front of her, he gently cupped her face. His hands were free from the ink stains and smelt of lavender soap.

“Rytsas, ñuha qēlos.” He said before lowering his face and kissing her.

Jaehaera sighed into the kiss, and when their mouths opened, their tongues wrapped around each other.

He pulled away first but reluctantly. He looked down, and she could see his face morph into a lust-filled expression she had become familiar with. It still brought shivers down her spine no matter how many she’s been the recipient of.

He tugged the rope that held her robe and parted it. Her front was exposed to the room. He laid his thumb on her lower lip, and his face gave her a silent command. She obeyed and opened her mouth, welcoming his thumb, and closed it around it. She sucked. The skin of his thumb tasted like salt and hints of lavender.

When he deemed his thumb wet enough, he took it from her mouth and placed it right on her nipple. She moaned at the contact and grabbed his arm. Before she could let out another moan, he grabbed the back of her neck and smashed their mouths together. She gasped at the sudden movement but recovered quickly enough to start kissing him back.

She grabbed his shoulder and brought their bodies closer, but the feeling of fabric against fabric instead of skin started to annoy her. She pulled his mouth away from him and tugged the bottom of his tunic. Baelor thankfully understood her actions and helped her take it off. Forgotten on the floor. While he removed his tunic, she grabbed her robe and pulled it down to show her shoulders and rested it on the crook of her arms.

Baelor’s mouth went to her shoulders and neck this time, and he layered with kisses and bites. His hands seized her hips and her behind.

Jaeahera’s hands moved south and tugged on the laces of his breeches. When they were loose enough, she put her hand inside. Baelor grunted against her neck when she grasped his cock that had become hard since the moment he laid eyes on her. He gripped her body while trembling and gasping her skiing when she started to move her hand the way he liked it: gripping the base of his cock when moving down and swiping the tip with her thumb, all of it with a moderate pace.

He didn’t let himself be the only one feeling the lust. He pulled the fabric of the robe up, exposing the back of her thighs to the air, and caressed her folds. Jaehaera let out a whine when the tip of his fingers breached her entrance. That whine made Baelor growl. That growl made Jaehaera do her next move.

She parted and knelt on the carpet before him. She pulled the string of his breeches and pulled his hard cock out. Baelor’s hand immediately went to the back of her head. Not to control her movements. Not to guide her to him. Just to gently lay it there. Jaehaera licked her palm and gripped his cock. Baelor threw his head back and groaned. He let out a deeper groan when she licked the tip.

“My good wife.” He mumbled.

She carefully inserted his cock in her mouth and started bobbing her head. What she couldn't fit in her mouth, she compensated with her hand. Oh, the Septas who have raised would die from shock if they saw their princess on their knees doing things they would never think of teaching her! She hummed around him, making him hiss. Her free hand was on his hip to encourage him to move on his own accord.

“Touch yourself," Baelor instructed.

Jaehaera’s hands went to the middle of her legs in an instant. She was already wet; her fingers went inside smoothly, and her free hand went to her nub. She moaned around him when she curved her fingers and caught a pleasure spot. Baelor gripped her braid and started moving her head at his choice of pace.

The pace started to become fast.

She gagged when his cock hit the back of her throat and put her hands on her hips to balance herself and tell him to slow down. He slows his movements and apologises to her while softly caressing her face. After that, Baelor decided he had enough of her mouth and pulled away, carefully collecting her to his arms.

Jaehaera let out a deep sigh when Baelor placed her on their bed. He took his breeches before hoovering above her. He started to kiss her lips, cheeks, and chin. All the while praising her for taking him so well and telling her to hold tight because he’s going to return the favour. His mouth started to go low. Jaehaera let out a gasp when his mouth found her nipple, and he tenderly tugged on it with his teeth.

While his mouth was on her chest, his hands grabbed the back of her thighs and spread them apart. He descended, going to the valley of her breasts and her navel, then he grabbed her thighs, putting them on his shoulders, keeping her spread enough to look between her legs. He let out a low growl as he spread her folds, and it showed her dampness. She gripped the pillow in anticipation and let out a shriek when he finally passed his tongue through her.

He moved his tongue with ease and perfection. Every lick made her squirm. Every suck on her numb made her moan. She tried to move her hips closer to his face, but his grip on her was strong enough to keep her in place. But he wasn't holding her hands. She put her hand on the back of his head and pulled him closer. Baelor gladly intensified his movements.

She feels her peak coming closer. Her toes curled, and her thighs squeezed her husband’s head tight. Her chest was heaving. He knows her telltale signs, and he moved his tongue rapidly while moaning at her sex. She moans Baelor’s name loudly when the pleasure bursts through her body.

She pulls him to her, and they kiss. She moans when she tastes herself on his mouth.

Baelor’s hands, which are still on her hips, moved her slowly. He carefully put her face down and her lower half up in the air. His hand went to her hair, and he grabbed her braid. Jaheaera let herself be guided by him and moaned when his fingers swiped her wet folds. He put those fingers in front of her mouth. Jaehaera put them in her mouth and sucked on them. She let out a surprised moan around them when Baelor slowly put his cock inside her cunt without pausing. His whole body went taunt when he inserted himself deep enough that there was not space between his hips and her behind. Baelor growled when she clutched around him.

Jaehaera could only think that he’s being cruel. He hasn't moved yet. She tried to move, but the hand on her hip put her still. She pulled her mouth away from his fingers and whined his name, begging to move. He stayed put for a while, and then he obliged her.

Jaehaera moaned as he started thrusting. Her previous peak made the second one come quicker than expected. She breathed rapidly and grunted, but before she could reach her climax Baelor pulled his cock away from her. She let out a frustrated cry.

She balled her fist and punched the mattress. “Oh, fuck you, you fucker!”

Baelor chuckled. He turned her around and grabbed her wrist when she tried to smack him.

“I know. I know.” He leaned over and pecked her face with kisses. “I must be a horrendous husband who doesn't give his wife what she wants.”

Jaehaera chuckled. “Exactly!”

Baelor wrapped his arms around her middle and hugged her. Jaehaera shrieked when all of the sudden he moved their bodies so that she was now on top of him. Their lips connected immediately. Baelor pulled her bottom lip with his teeth.

“What I actually want…” Baelor grabbed his cock and teased her entrance. Her body shivered. “... is for you to take your own pleasure…” He lowered her hips down, and she let out a low moan as he re-entered her. “... at your own pace."

She put her hands on his shoulders and pulled him down on the bed. The hands on his chest serve as leverage for her movements. Baelor laid back and watched as Jaehaera took her pleasure freely.

She moaned as she thrust faster and her breasts bounced.

“Do you like this?” He asked. He sounded normal, but she could hear the strain in his voice.

“Yes.” She moaned.

“Is this what you’ve been craving?”

Before she could answer, his thumb went to her numb, and she let out a grumble.

“Answer my question.”

With a lot of struggle, she let out one squeaky, “Yes!”

He grabbed her hips and helped her bounce on him.

“What have you been craving, my love?” He asked.

“Your body…” She managed to grumble. “Your hands… Your fingers… Your lips…”

“And?”

“Your cock.” It’s the last thing she says when her body goes stiff and her peak washes over her body. Her nails dig into his chest, and she doubles over with a moan. She collapsed into his chest, breathing heavily, with a satisfaction that reached her bones.

He wrapped his arms around her and caressed her exposed back.

When her heart stopped racing and her breath became steady, Jaehaera realised Baelor was still inside of her and he was still hard.

She raised her head and looked at him. “You didn't come.”

Baelor looked at her and then smiled. Jaehaera started chuckling because she knew the night was not going to end there. She continued to chuckle when he grabbed her and spun them around, putting her underneath him.

“Do you mind continuing more?”

“As long as you take charge and let me lay down looking pretty, be my guest.”

He chuckled and kissed her. She hissed as he started thrusting. Her cunt was overstilumated, and restarting the pace made her nerves go on fire. She dug her nails in his shoulders. Her moans made Baelor move quicker and growl against her ear. He came quicker than expected. His seed flooded her, and she could feel it going down her and the linens.

They both let out a groan as he removed himself from her, and Baelor collapsed beside her with a huff.

“The lady who came to you with her grievances.” He said after a while.

Jaehaera looked at him with a raised brow.

“Is she satisfied?”

She burst into laughter, and he joined her. Jaehaera moved her body to lie on his side. He wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her closer.

“She tells me that as long as her husband doesn’t dare to lock himself in study for long periods of time again.” She kissed his lips. “She’s a happy wife.”

She laid her head on his shoulder and rested her eyes.

“And a happy wife makes me a happy man.” He said and kissed her forehead right as she fell asleep.

...

The realisation something was changing in her body came in the form of a horrendous nightmare.

She felt hands tugging at her body harshly and almost mechanically. She opened her eyes and saw maids, septas and maesters surrounding her.

Before she could say anything. Before she could ask why they were here and touching her. A horrendous pain went through her body.

When she was 8 years old, she climbed a tree because the cat had climbed it and got stuck on it. She went to rescue it, but as expected, when a silly child wanted to be a hero, she missed her footing and slipped. She fell on her arm. She doesn't remember much from that day, but she remembers the horrendous pain of her bone breaking and the scream she let out. Her mother, whose belly was heavily swollen with child, heard her and ran to her. She picked her up and took her to the castle.

This pain was much worse.

It filled her whole body.

“What’s happening to me?!” She managed to shout.

They don’t answer her. They talked among themselves, but she could not understand a word they were saying.

She looked around the chambers. It was her chambers, and it was dark outside. The room was glowing with the candles. She couldn’t see a familiar face.

“Where’s my husband?!” She demanded. “Where’s Baelor?”

Another pain ripped through her body, and she screamed. Tears run down her face.

Someone spoke, and she finally understood.

“Push!” They said it again.

She did not know what they meant by that, but she did nonetheless.

She screamed as she pushed, and she could feel something tug at her lower parts. She did it more times, and something slid down between her thighs. She collapsed against the bed, breathing rapidly. The maids and the septas cleaned the sweat from her face. They praised her and told her that the boy was beautiful. She frowns. What boy?

"Princess, look at him!” One of them encouraged her.

She remembers now. She was in labour. Her baby. Her son was born.

Happiness surged through her body, replacing the pain she was feeling previously.

“Where’s my boy?” She asked breathless. “My Maekar.”

They help her sit up. How odd? She couldn't hear the boy cry. Maybe he’s a quiet baby. Nobody in the room was panicking.

She opened her eyes and looked at the baby that the maester was presenting to her happily.

Then she started screaming in horror.

The baby in the maester’s arms wasn't alive.

He couldn't be alive.

It was a tiny burnt corpse!

Nobody except her seemed to notice it!

For the maester just tries to lay this burnt corpse on top of her.

She scrambled away from the maester and the thing that somehow came out of her. The hands helped her sit down and held her down like they were chains.

“Get away from me!” She shouted, struggling. “GET AWAY FROM ME!”

...

Jaehaera woke up, but hands were still holding her, shaking her

She fought them off, and this time she managed to get free of them.

She opened her eyes, and it was no longer night; it was daytime. Only the maids were in the room, and they were looking at her terrified and worried.

“Princess?” Carol, her main handmaid, was next to her. She was the one that woke her up. “You were screaming. Are you alright?”

She was no longer asleep. There was no tiny burnt corpse on her bed.

“Oh, Carol!” She collapsed into her arms. “It was a horrendous nightmare! A horrendous one!”

“I believe it, Princess.” Carol said as she patted her hair. “Your screams were horrifying!”

One of the maids quickly went to the maester and fetched a concoction that was meant to ease her nerves. She sipped it quietly as the maids worked around her room. She watched as they started changing the linens. She watched as they removed the stainless white line from her bed and changed it to another pure white one.

How did she not notice it?

“Carol, please fetch a midwife.”

...

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