Hi (*^▽^)/★*☆♪
So what are your hc how AKOTSK men deal with jealousy?
I'm so sorry this was in my inbox for so long 😭
5 Jealous Targaryens and 1 Baratheon for Good Luck
Baelor
I kinda head canon that in the moment he appears fine, at least to others. But you can tell immediately, his microexpressions give it away. The crease in his brow, the purposeful unclenching of his jaw, and the rolling of his shoulders to loosen his posture. The rational part of him knew the Ser who helped you dismount your horse wasn't trying to make a pass at you; the gentle cupping of your waist was merely meant to steady you when your footing gave way. He knew that, and yet he couldn't help but feel outrage bubbling under the surface. You were his partner, and as far as he was concerned, he was to be the only one to touch you. What made it worse was your immediate empathy, softly squeezing his hand and silently asking if he was okay. Your face warmed as he pressed a kiss to your forehead and gave back a reassuring squeeze. You weren't used to this level of PDA, let alone him pressing you against the stone wall of the castle's lower hallways as soon as you were alone. No, you were certainly not expecting him to sandwich his thigh between yours and pull you into a bruising kiss. Or for him to lower himself down onto his knees, like he was praying in the sept, and get you off right then and there like only he could. No, the hand of the king could never do anything that reckless.
Maekar
Maekar does not appear fine, and it is everyone's business lol. He was immediately prickly at the sight of a young lord asking you to dance. When he saw the same lord's hands begin to wander, he went nuclear. He didn't care if he made a scene as he wove through the dance floor and grabbed you while simultaneously cursing out the man who dared to touch HIS partner. He kept a firm grip on you until you were back in the privacy of your own bedchambers. Before he could go into a rant, his anger immediately simmers out when he catches the distraught look on your face. You were trying so hard to keep it together and bottle up how uncomfortable you were, but a few stray tears escaped. His face softened as he gently cupped your face and kissed away your tears apologetically, even adding a few more exaggerated kisses before softly pecking your lips. You laugh through your tears, enjoying the playful side of your husband that few non-Targaryens have had the honor to see. He then pulled you in, wrapping his arms tightly around, while resting his chin on the crown of your head, and gently swaying you. You loved this side of him.
Lyonel
I feel like with Lyonel's self-assuredness, he doesn't get jealous over anyone making a pass at you. I think he honestly relishes it and will agree that you're such a catch and gloat that you settled for him. I feel like he'd be more jealous of someone taking your focus away from him, no matter how innocent the intent is. Lyonel, underneath all of his vibrato, is a man who needs your reassurance and cherishes your love and attention. That being said, I think if he were to genuinely get jealous, it would be the biggest spectacle. Gods, you can hear Lyonel's displeasure before you even see him. To the extent that his loud voice echoes around the room, like he's in the walls. You love your partner, but with his gifted vocabulary, status, and volume, any time you need to reel him back in is equivalent to calming a toddler's temper tantrum. Honestly, sometimes you don't have enough energy and let the interaction run its course on whatever poor bastard made the mistake of crossing the laughing storm.
Valarr
Valarr is similar to his father in a way. He's able to mask his displeasure at the sight of the ladies and lords of the court alike flocking around you, but that does nothing to quell his jealousy building under the surface. He knew you were a catch and new to the courts of the red keep, but you were his partner. When you're finally able to break away for lunch, you can immediately tell something's off. He doesn't feel present when you're talking, and he's barely contributing to the conversation outside of nodding his head and a few sparing words. When he excuses himself back to his bedchambers, you follow worried he's ill. You immediately lose your concern when he presses you up against the closed inside of his chamber's doors and pulls you in for a heated kiss. While unsure of where this was coming from, you didn't question it. You loved your soft and caring partner, but you equally loved it when he lost control and was desperate for you. You could only stand there and take it as his lips skated down your neck and began to nip and suck hickeys above your collar. Your whines only spurred him on as he ground his pelvis down on yours, pulling deep moans from your throat. By the time he's satisfied and takes you to bed, it looks like you were on the losing side of a fight with an octopus. Not that you'd ever complain, though 😉
Daeron
Your relation to Daeron is fluid and does not subscribe to a traditional relationship. You agreed and were both happy with an open relationship built on transparency; at least you thought you were. That was until one night, Daeron had one too many and needed your help back to his chambers. While putting him to bed, the prince drunkenly confessed how insecure he was when you'd bed another man, worried you'd grow sick of him and replace him. You shushed his tears and assured him you weren't mad or unhappy with him. You opt to stay the night with your dreamer to make sure he is okay and geared up for a serious conversation with a hungover Daeron.
Aerion
Once again, we have another son who learned from his father (for better or worse lol). When Aerion sees anyone get too friendly with you, he immediately clocks it as a threat. It doesn't matter if he lashes out physically or verbally (or both), he's hammering across the fact that your HIS partner and no one is allowed to have what's his. Gods forbid someone touches you or does something that would warrant an excuse for his behavior. His already short fuse gets clipped in half, and he doesn't care about anyone catching a stray. You're the only one who can calm him down after incidents like that. Between a soft, but firm, squeeze of his hand or distracting him long enough for the perpetrator to get away, you were the only one who could wrangle the hot-headed prince.












