i’ll be your safety, and you’ll be my lady
pairing: prince valarr targaryen x reader, side (like barely there, only mentioned) prince aerion targaryen x reader
sum.: valarr has never wanted anything as badly as he wants you, but you’re to marry aerion. his heart simply cannot handle the thought.
or, valarr steals you away in the night to save you from a future neither of you want you to have.
warnings: arranged marriage (reader to aerion and valarr to kiera), secret weddings, reader is from an unnamed noble house, reader has hair long enough to braid, reader bites her nails, valarr is taller than reader, (poorly written LOL) smut, sexually naive reader, virginity loss, oral (f!receiving), pnv, creampie, slight angst, fluff, miscommunication lowkey (between everyone else and them, they all think reader and valarr just fucked, little do they know LOL) valarr is down bad for his lady, probably ooc characters. please let me know if i missed anything.
notes: i blacked out and wrote this in like two days. please let me know if i missed anything in the warnings. i am fairly proud of this, it’s the longest piece i’ve posted on my blog to date. my other wips are glaring at me from the docs. this is definitely more from valarr’s perspective than readers in some parts, but she is as smitten with him as he is her. MINORS PEASE DNI WITH MY WORK. briefly proofread (if i read it again i will come to hate it) but unedited so apologies for any grammar or spelling errors. as always, any feedback is extremely appreciated, but especially comments or reblogs (it tells me you liked it!!), it helps keep me motivated. title credits: kiss me by ed sheeran.
wc: roughly 7.1k
You are the kindest, most beautiful woman Valarr Targaryen has had the privilege of meeting. Respectful and courteous toward everyone you’ve spoken to during your time in the capital. Docile and soft, demure when the moment requires it. And you’re smart, more so than what would be expected of even such a high born lady. It shows in the way you speak to Egg about any and everything his mind can come up with.
You are everything that embodies the perfect woman, the perfect woman who will be the perfect wife.
He struggles to believe how Aerion would ever be deserving of such a treasure.
It fills him with an indescribable dread that it will be to Aerion that you stand next to it the Great Sept of Baelor in the coming weeks.
Aerion is cruel. With sharp teeth and an unmatched fury that flows through him constantly. He will break and bend you to his will until you are nothing but a shell of yourself. Mindless and unspeaking to anyone.
Selfishly, he prays to the Seven that he will not have to witness any of it. That Aerion will wed you and then immediately rush off to Summerhall, where hopefully Valarr will never have to see you again. Mayhaps the Gods will take pity on him and he would forget you soon after.
Valarr has known you mere weeks, and yet you have consumed his mind in an indescribable way. You have been on his mind from the moment he laid eyes on you. Every word you've spoken to him repeating in his mind.
Your smile, your eyes, you hair, the sound of your voice, the way you look dressed in blues and reds and yellows.
Do you feel the same way? He often wonders, are you consumed in such a way? Haunted by the thought of him?
Selfishly, he hopes you are.
His eyes are unmoving from your frame as you walk through the gardens, his cousin Daella speaking animatedly to you about the flowers in the garden.
The gown you're wearing today is lovely, a light pink color made of pretty silk. He simply cannot take his eyes away from you.
“My son?" Baelor's voice pulls him from his thoughts, "I need you to pay attention. The Archon of Tyrosh and his daughter, Kiera, are on their way to finalize the arrangements for your betrothal. It is very important that you make a good impression. The King was very clear that this alliance is of upmost importance."
Valarr gives your frame one last longing look before looking back at his father, giving a small nod, "I understand."
Baelor glances to where his son was looking, finding you. He places a hand on his son's shoulder, guiding him away from the gardens.
"I know in positions such as ours, we do not always get to make the choices we wish," he sighs softly, "but I think you can learn to have a happy marriage with Lady Kiera."
Shaking his head with a frown on his face, Valarr just lets out a soft sigh, "I know what is expected of me. Happiness is not the goal."
There is no malice or disappointment in his words, only hard truth.
Baelor's face falls, "No one wishes you to be unhappy, my boy."
“No, I know that," Valarr shakes his head yet again, "It matters not, I will be ready to greet Lady Kiera when she arrives."
His father gives him one more long look, an unreadable expression on his face, before he gives him a single nod, guiding him back into the Keep, pretending not to notice as Valarr looks back one last time, hoping for a glimpse of you.
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Valarr is surprised to find you later in the evening, sitting alone in the gardens next to the roses.
He is more surprised when he approaches you to find you in tears.
"My Lady? Are you alright?"
You jump at the sound of his voice, head jerking in his direction, fear in your eyes for a brief moment until you realize it's him, softening almost immediately at the sight of him. A true kindness he has given you since your arrival in the Keep. If you weren’t so upset, you were sure the familiar fondness that comes in when you see him would creep back up.
“My Prince, I apologize if I have disturbed your walk,”
He interrupts your apology with a shake of his head, "There is no need to apologize, what has happened?"
You stand quickly, hands shaking as you stand before him, "If I may speak plainly, it has been brought to my attention what an awful man my betrothed, your cousin, is."
He feels his heart clench painfully as you stand before him, tears streaming down your cheeks as you try to fight the sobs that escape your mouth, “I did not even think a man could be so cruel for the fun of it. Yet everything I have been told by the people here has been nothing short of horrid, and I simply do not know if I can bear a man like that." You take a deep breath, sniffling slightly, "If he is anything at all like they say.." you trail off, unable to finish your sentence.
His jaw clenches at the words, fists clenching as his nails dig painfully into his palms, “I am sorry for what you’ve been expected to endure.”
You sigh, shaking your head as you reach up to wipe your cheeks, “Am I naive to think my father had to idea the kind of man he is? That perhaps this was all a large misunderstanding?”
Biting his lip, he turns his head away from you, unsure of what to say. Nearly everyone knows of Aerion’s behavior, whether it's rumors or has been seen first hand. But it is possible your father didn't know, or chose to give him the benefit of the doubt even.
You take his silence in a different manner than he intends, and the tears start falling yet again, sobs causing hiccups in your breath.
Hesitantly, he places a hand on your shoulder, attempting to offer you comfort, biting his lip harshly, as if he can feel your pain in his own body when your tears don't subside.
Without thinking, he pulls your body close to his own, wrapping his arms tightly around you, as if that alone can shield you from all of it
Tensing ever so slightly for just a moment, the sudden movement startling you slightly, you allow yourself to wrap your arms around his waist as you bury your tear soaked face into his chest.
He continues to hold you as the moments pass, shushing you gently. Despite the circumstances, despite your tears, he finds a strange comfort in having you in his arms
A few more moments pass, the only sounds being your calming breath and the distant sounds of the people of Kings Landing, before you finally pull away slightly.
You look up to find Valarr already looking at you, a look in his eyes that you can't describe. A look that makes your chest flutter. In a good way.
"I do not wish to marry Aerion." The confession is quite, words are but a whisper, and they leave your mouth before you even realize it.
His hands reaches to cup your face, "I do not wish for you to marry Aerion, either."
You close your eyes as his thumbs gently wipe the apples of your cheeks and under your eyes, as if he believes his touch can will what is left of your tears away.
His eyes don't leave your face as his own confession leaves him, voice vulnerable as he voices it for the first time, praying to the Gods you understand the words he doesn't believe he is allowed to voice. "I don't want to marry the Tyroshi girl."
Your eyes flutter open at the words, locking on his own as your hands hesitantly reach up to grasp his own. The tenderness in his gaze has your breath catching in your throat, "I don't want you to marry her either."
There's no hesitation in his next move, mouth meeting yours in a soft kiss that has your gasping lightly in surprise.
You should shove him off of you. Prince or not, you are a highborn Lady, and even a kiss can bring dishonor upon you, upon your father.
Instead, your hands grip his shirt and pull him closer, mouth hesitantly returning the kiss.
His tongue traces the seam of your lips, causing you to pull away at the unfamiliar feeling with a sharp gasp, hand immediately flying to your lips. He must mistake your actions for something else, because he immediately begins to apologize.
"My Lady, I- I am so terribly sorry," his breathing is deep- almost in a panicking manner, "I should not- fuck!" The curse startles you, causes you to flinch slightly.
His face looks mournful at the action, "I am so sorry, I did not mean to frighten you- or to dishonor you."
Shaking your head, you grab his hand, "You just surprised me, I do not believe it as a dishonor. And I am not frightened, only a little startled."
He shakes his head, "I have dishonored you. I should not have," he shakes his head, "I should not have kissed you."
You watch as he drags a hand through his hair before looking back at you, "I cannot bear the thought of you being tied to him for the rest of your days. I have never put myself before my duty once in my life, but," his eyes are sorrowful, "given the chance, I would wed you. I would give up everything, even my place as my father's heir, if it meant I could have you."
"Do not speak such things," your voice shakes, "you cannot possibly mean them."
"But I do." His voice is firm, eyes unmoving from yours, desperate for you to believe his words.
You give him a sad smile, "Then it is a shame we cannot have what we desire, my Prince."
Anger courses through him, anger at the world, at what he had been given in life. It is selfish, and he knows it, but it cannot be fair. How just because of his place in life, he can't marry the woman he wishes.
"I want to marry you." His words are sudden, and they causes your eyes to widen slightly.
"I could - no I will," he takes a deep breath, "If you allow it, I will make you so happy."
A small, disbelieving laugh escapes you, "How do you plan on doing so?" Your words aren't cruel, more curious than anything.
He frowns, a brief moment, before a look of determination crosses his face, "There is a Septon, I know him by name. He would- he will marry us. Tonight, if we go to him with enough coin. He will not ask questions."
He watches as your face changes slightly, "My father would be furious, your father would be furious,"
"I don't care," he shakes his head, "if you do not wish it, I will not push you. I will pretend this conversation never happened, I will marry Lady Kiera, and I will watch as you marry Aerion. But if you do, if you do want this," his hand finds your wrist, giving it a gentle squeeze, "I will marry you on this night, and I know in my bones that I will never regret it."
Your heart beats fast at his words, honest and soft as his eyes, and in that moment, nothing else matters.
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Your hands shake as you glance around the room of the inn. It’s small, and the bed looks less than comfortable. But at least everything appears to be clean.
You barely recall leaving the Red Keep, let alone the actual wedding. If you can even call it that. Just the two of you and the Septon were there.
Valarr, had been hasty. The moment you said yes, he'd grabbed your hand and rushed the two of you out of the Keep and to the Septon, who didn't even bat an eye, for a quick ceremony that ended with his cloak on your shoulders and a firm kiss.
Valarr watches silently as you glance around the room, nerves creeping in when you go a long moment without saying anything.
Did you regret this already?
Perhaps he was too hasty, moved to quickly. Should he have tried to talk to his father?
Unconsciously, your hand moves to your mouth and you nervously bite at the skin around your nails. Valarr takes your hand in his and gently pulls it away from your mouth, bringing it to his own to place a small kiss on the back of it as his eyes lock with yours.
“Please do not mutilate your body, my love.”
Your mouth parts lightly, shocked by the depth of care in his words, “I apologize,”
He shakes his head, “There is nothing to apologize for, just please don’t harm yourself.”
You nod, eyes still locked on his own.
A quietness settles over the room, though it is not awkward or uncomfortable in the slightest.
Valarr pulls away first, taking a deep breath as he glances over at the bed.
You watch him as he glances at the bed then back over at you, struggling to come up with words.
“I wish we had better circumstances for this, but I fear if we do not consummate now then my father or grandfather will have grounds annul our marriage and marry you to Aerion quicker, and I fear,” his words trail off after that, not wanting to voice what he believes Aerion will do in an attempt to right the wrongdoing he will see this as.
“I understand,” your words are soft, and slightly hesitant, “I just, I know what is expected, I am just not confident I will be able to please you. I am sure you have done this before, and I,” you let out a small but pathetic laugh as you glance down at your hands, “I know nearly nothing except the basics of this.”
“Nothing you ever do could bring me any form of displeasure.”
He means the words the second they leave his mouth, gentle tone with a slight lace of disbelief, as if he shocked that you would ever think you could disappoint him in any way.
His hand finds your face in a gentle hold, forcing you to look back up at him. His mismatched eyes are so soft and so gentle as they gaze at you.
“I may have done this before, but truly none of it matters now. I do not expect you to know what other women may know. All I want is you, exactly how you are.”
If you could, you think you’d melt into a puddle, his words making your face heat, “You are a cheeky man.”
He smiles down at you, “All I speak is the truth.”
A surge of confidence fills you, you aren’t sure if it’s from his words or how he’s looking at you, and you don’t care. Quickly, before it can disappear, you press your mouth to his.
If the move shocks him, he doesn’t show it. His hands desperately grab at your face, pulling you closer to him as his mouth opens and his tongue runs across your lips.
You gasp as the feeling, unsure what to do, but the gasp gave him what he wanted and his tongue meets yours quickly before you can close your mouth.
The feeling of his mouth and tongue on yours fills your body with a warmth you’ve never felt before, it causes you hum softly against him.
His hands move from your face to remove the cloak he just placed not even an hour on your shoulders off of you and carelessly onto the floor, fingers quickly finding the laces on the back of your dress moving to untie them as he carefully walks you back to the bed.
The back of your knees hit the bed first, causing you to gasp in surprise as you pull away to catch your breath.
His pupils are dilated, breaths heavy as he looks at you, fingers finally pulling the string out of your corset.
Subconsciously, your hand quickly move to your chest to keep the dress up, keep you hidden.
You watch as he steps back and his own hands move to the hem of the dark tunic he wore tonight, yanking it over his head in a quick motion, the undershirt he wears following quickly, leaving him in just his trousers.
Your eyes trace over his body, glancing at the muscles and small scars years in the training yard has given him. They linger on the bulge in his pants, the way it strains again the laces. It causes the heat in your body to spread lower.
A confident smirk makes its way on his lips as he follows your eyes, “Do you wish to see me, my Lady?”
Heat fills your face once again, and your eyes snap back to his, wide with embarrassment at being caught staring.
He’s smiling as he looks at you, “I wish to see you, if you’ll let me.”
Breath catching in your throat, you nod with slight hesitance, but allow his hands to remove your arms from your chest, gently pulling your dress off your shoulders and letting it pool at your feet, leaving you in your small clothes.
His eyes are back on yours, the question unsaid but you know what he is asking. Your hands move before your mind does, and before you know it, you’re standing bare before him.
Greedy eyes take in your naked form, his breath catching at the sight of you.
"You are so beautiful."
A gentle hand finds it's way to your breast, caressing it as his thumb, calloused from years of training, traces lightly over your nipple, eliciting a light gasp from you.
His opposite hand cups the back of your head, moving it gently to the side so he can place a kiss at the junction where your neck and shoulder meet.
Moaning quietly as he lips move to place more kisses up your neck, you let him guide you until your back is flat on the bed.
His mouth captures yours as he adjusts your body, before he pulls away and lays himself between your legs.
You watch him with curious gaze as he presses a kiss against your calf and continues placing them all the way up your leg, though his eyes are locked between your legs, “What are you doing?” it comes out a shaky whisper.
He hums, eyes unmoving from your core as he licks his lips, “I just want you to feel good.”
Your brow furrows, “And you being down there? That is going to make me feel good?”
His eyes finally lock on yours, a near desperate look in them that matches the tone of his voice when he finally speaks, “Gods, I would hope so.”
You brow stays furrowed as you look at him, “Will you let me?” The desperation is still in his tone, “Let me make you feel good, my love.” His head is leaning against your thigh now, “Please.”
For a moment, you wonder if he will cry. It makes you warm, the thought of a man, no, this man, so desperate to please you that he’d beg until he cried.
You decide to put him out of his misery, nodding gently, but with slight hesitation in your eyes, “Okay.”
The second the word leaves your lips, Valarr, as if possessed, latches his mouth onto your cunt, tongue licking you from bottom to top.
“Oh,” It comes out breathy, and Valarr eyes lock onto your face, watching as your eyes roll back and mouth drops open.
His hands come up to grip your thighs, pulling you closer to his mouth as his latches onto your pearl, sucking harshly.
A sharp whine leaves your mouth at the unfamiliar, overwhelming amount of pleasure you’re currently experiencing.
He lets out a moan when you tug harshly, unsure if you want to pull him away from you or hold him there forever.
Your hips begin to move, chasing the feeling as it rushes through you. He alternates between sucking at your pearl and letting his tongue drift lower, teasing at your entrance, but never fully going inside, relishing in the sounds that leave your mouth.
“Oh, Gods!” You moan slightly louder, immediately moving a hand from his hair to your mouth, embarrassment at the thought of people hearing creeping in.
Another sharp whine leaves your mouth as your hand pulls at his hair again, “I feel strange,”
It comes out heavy, as if you are trying to form the words and catch your breath all at once.
Your peak comes much faster than Valarr anticipated, though he does not falter, sucking and gently biting as your thighs tense around his shoulders and body shakes.
He leans his head against your thigh, giving your cunt one last gentle lick before he pulls away.
He watches with bright eyes as you pant, attempting to catch your breath.
He shift slightly to mouth gently from your upper thigh up to your stomach, placing kisses and gentle bites as he goes.
Continuing his way up your body, he places a hand on your breast, lightly tracing one nipple before bringing his mouth to the other, gently sucking and nipping slightly before pulling away.
Impatience fills you, grabbing him you pull his mouth to yours.
Mismatched eyes widen in surprise before closing he melts into you, pulling your body as close to his as possible as he kisses you with all he has.
Your body jolts from surprise and sensitivity as his trousers make contact with your wet core, his cock hard and aching beneath the fabric.
He pulls away from you, eyes wide and breathing heavy, and for a moment he just stares with a gentle hand on your face.
You exhale deeply before you speak, voice small, “Will that happen every time?”
A small laugh escapes him, “If it does not, then I will have failed you as a husband.”
You hum, eyes full of affection as you look at him and smile softly.
He moves up, body towering above yours as his hands move to unlace his trousers, eyes never leaving yours.
A moment of hesitation flickers on your face before you finally speak, “Would you like me to..” you trail off, unsure of exactly what you are asking.
“No,” his response is almost immediate as he grabs your legs, placing them around his hips and pulling you slightly closer, "I need to be inside of you. If you would like, we can try that next time.”
Nodding, you glance down at him. Though you have nothing to compare it to, the size of him look imposing.
"Are you certain it will fit?"
The question strokes his ego immensely, and he tries not to show it.
"I am most certain it will." His tone is nothing less than gentle, as are his eyes.
"Wil-will it hurt?" The question is nervous, he can tell by the way his voice shakes.
Gently, his hand finds your face once again, "It may, but only for a moment. It should feel good, after the initial pain,"
He watches you closely, taking note of the slight tremor of your hands and the flash of fear in your eyes.
"My love," he says it in the softest tone you've ever heard, "we do not have to do this part just yet."
You shake your head, "Yes, we do. I a-I am ready."
He hesitates for a brief moment before nodding. He wishes it could be different. You deserved better. You deserved a wedding and a feast and tourney where he could name you his queen of love and beauty.
He holds no regrets in marrying you, but he wishes he could have done it in a proper manner.
He reaches between you to grab his cock, giving it a stroke as he guides it to your cunt. Briefly, he glances down as he breeches you with the head, then his eyes quickly move back to your face watching for any sign of discomfort.
Your eyes close and your face scrunches at the unfamiliar intrusion, gasping as he slowly pushes in.
Valarr feels his jaw drop at the feeling of your tight walls clenching down on him. He feels resistance, and after a moments hesitation, let's out a pitiful apology as he smashes his mouth to yours.
You have no time to question his apology, greedily accepting his tongue in your mouth as his hips pull back ever so slightly before slamming his cock all the way in in a single thrust.
Your fingernails dig into his shoulder, the sudden movement causing you to pull away from him with a sharp gasp. Involuntary tears well in your eyes, the pain so sudden it surprises you.
Valarr feels his heart clench as he watches tears escape your eyes, head falling into your neck to place gentle kisses on your neck in an attempt to comfort you as he slowly pulls himself out of you, and thrusts back in.
After a few moments and deep breaths, you hum at the feeling of him on your neck, kissing and licking and soft nibbles.
Tangling your fingers in his hair, you bring his mouth back up to yours as your hips move experimentally against his.
He moans into your mouth as he begins to gently thrust in and out of you. The feeling is indescribable and unlike anything he's ever felt before.
You moan as he finds his pace, repeatedly hitting a spot inside you that has stars lining your eyes. Between that and the way his pelvis hits your pearl with every thrust, you're already approaching another peak.
He pulls away from your mouth, head thrown back and eyes closed in deep pleasure as you clench down even harder on him.
Each moan you let out eggs him on, pleasure rippling through his body at the confirmation that this feels good for you.
His lays his head in your neck, moaning as his hips begin to stutter.
You moan out again, fingers digging into his shoulders once more as your second peak takes you.
He fucks you through it, moaning out your name as you clench down on him, his own peak crashing over him as he spills his seed inside of you.
Your fingers find the nape of his neck, rubbing it softly as you gasp out. He gives you one final thrust, and you swear you feel him in your throat as he fills you with the last of his cum, staying inside of you as you both pant heavily, trying to catch your breath.
He pulls himself up slightly, resting above you on his elbows before pressing his mouth yours once more, wincing in slight overstimulation when you clench down ever so slightly on him.
He pulls away, one hand finding your hair and gently rubbing it, "Are you alright."
You laugh lightly, "I think I am perfect."
He smiles and kisses you once more before pulling himself out of you and onto his back, grabbing you and placing you on his chest.
"We should rest a few hours, the morning will be hectic." His fingers run up and down your spine, and the warmth pools once more.
Sheepishly, you look up at him, "Can we do that again before we leave?"
He laughs, but nods. What kind of husband would deny his wife?
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The next morning you take your husband by surprise when you climb on top of him, begging for him to fuck you just once more before you have to go back.
He is more than happy to oblige, letting you fuck yourself on his cock until you tired yourself out, then laying you on your stomach and lightly biting your shoulder as he shoved himself back inside of you, fucking you to his own peak.
Valarr did he best to help you braid you hair back and dress, covering you once again in the cloak he placed on your shoulders when he made you his wife before the two of you left the inn.
It's still early, so no one really pays the two of you any mind. You make it nearly all the way back to the Red Keep when you're intercepted by two Kingsguards, who take one look at your disheveled appearances and the Targaryen cloak wrapped around your shoulders and can all but guess what occurred.
Well, at least part of what occurred.
"The Hand has been looking for your all night, my Prince, and the Ladies mother and father have been extremely worried about the whereabouts of their daughter." Valarr gives them a nod, brows furrowing as he thinks of the best way to approach the situation.
He should go find his father first, but he worries if he leaves you alone, your own Lord father will punish you in some manner. Or worse, Aerion will seek you out.
It's very likely the majority of the castle has put two and two together on the fact that you were both missing at the same time.
Looking over at you, he places a gentle hand on your face and leans to kiss your forehead, "I will handle everything, you need not worry about a thing."
Before you can open your mouth to protest, to say anything, he turns back to the two Kingsguard, "When we return to the Keep, please escort my Lady back to her room, and station yourselves outside her door. She is not to have any visitors until after I've spoken to my father." His face is serious as he looks at them, words holding a certain firmness, "No one. Not my cousin, not her mother, no one."
You bite your lip, looking between the curious faces of the Kingsguard then back to your now husband, "Are you certain I should not go with you?"
He looks back you, a small smile on his face as he squeezes your shoulder slightly, "It is my job to handle things like this. As I said, you needn't worry about a thing."
Hesitantly, you nod your head, gripping his hand all the way back into the Keep. The guards pretend to not notice the kiss he gives you as you go your separate ways.
His nerves begin after he watches them escort you around the corner, though he refuses to let them show.
He believes his father will understand.
He hopes his father understands.
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Baelor is furious, for the first time that Valarr can recall, his father is looking at him with such fury he isn’t even sure Maekar has ever looked at Daeron or Aerion in such a way.
He stands still, shoulders down and hands behind his back, eyes watching as his father paces in front of him, stops and opens his mouth every few seconds, before closing it and pacing again. He knows he should say something, but he doesn’t. It will more than likely only make things worse.
Finally, Baelor takes a deep breath and sits himself down at his desk, gesturing for his son to seat across from him.
Valarr does not move.
Raising his eyebrow, Baelor lets out another sigh before shaking his head and leaning against his hand.
Finally, he speaks, “Explain to me what exactly happened.”
Valarr falters, only for a moment, at the exhaustion and disappointment in his father’s tone, “Honestly?”
Baelor looks back up at him eyebrows raised with a look of exhaustion in his eyes.
Clearing his throat quietly before letting out a deep exhale, trying to will away the nerves. He wonders if Baelor knows his hands are tremoring ever so slightly behind his back.
“I do not know what came over me, initially." He winces at the look in his fathers face at his words, but continues speaking before his father can interrupt, “She is the most wonderful woman I have had the privilege of meeting. An-and selfishly, I felt disappointed that I could not have her, that I am, was, to be married to a woman who, as lovely as I’m sure Lady Kiera is, could not begin to compare to my Lady.
I did not intend to cause any trouble, but I could not bear the thought of her being in misery for the rest of her life, of her being tied to him,” he spits the word out hatefully, “and not being able to do anything but watch. Whether it be watch him harm, humiliate, do anything to her.” He lets out a shaky exhale as he finally looks his father back in the eye, “I do not believe my heart could have bore it.”
“So instead of speaking to me, or to your grandfather, you decided to take the girl and dishonor her?”
“What? I would never!” Offense laces his tone, eyes disbelieving as he stare at his father, who just raises an eyebrow at him.
“Then what would you call sneaking out of the Keep in the middle of the night with her, alone, going Gods know where, and then coming back hours later in the condition you are in.”
Baelor lets out a deep sigh, shaking his head before looking back at him with hard eyes, "The two of you were seen together, entering that. Do you realize what you have done? Her family is irate, as is Aerion."
Valaar’s brow furrows slightly as he glances down at his disheveled appearance before glancing back up at his father.
He then realizes that there may be a misunderstanding of what exactly the two of you did.
“I apologize, father, what exactly are you implying?”
Baelor looks taken aback by the question, slight confusion in his own eyes now, “I am implying that you took her in the middle of the night to an inn and,” he cleared his throat, looking away briefly, “had sex with the girl.”
Valarr felt his face flush at his fathers words, heat crawling up his body all the way to his ears, “Well, I mean we did have sex, and I suppose the room could have been a bit nicer, but that was after we visited the Septon!”
Baelor falters as the words leave his son’s mouth, “What?”
Valarr looks at his father, mirroring his confusion, “I mean, realistically I would rather have waited to get back to my own rooms, but there was no time! I knew how delicate the situation was as is, but I also know you would not allow dishonor upon her or her family by annulling the marriage if it was consummated.”
“Marriage?” Disbelief laces Baelor’s tone, “You’ve married her?”
Valarr falters for a quick moment, now knowing for certain that his father was not informed of the marriage and only the implication that he'd fucked you, “The Kingsguard did not inform you of that?”
Baelor sighs, taking a deep breath as he wills the ground to swallow him whole. The situation is now much worse than what he thought.
Not only does he have to deal with Aerion and your Lord father, but there is also the matter of Lady Kiera of Tyrosh, who is due to arrive in merely weeks to finalize arrangements to marry Valarr.
Valarr takes a deep breath, steeling his nerves, “I will take any punishment you or the King desire. I will even relinquish my position as your heir, if need be. Please do not take her from me.”
The look in his father's eye changes for a brief moment, but before he can speak, the door slams open and in walks Maekar, fury on his face.
“Someone better tell me what the fuck is going on. Aerion is on a tirade this morning after being told his betrothed spent the evening in the streets of silk with his cousin."
"We were in no such place!" Disbelief is on Valarr's face, he would never think to take you to such a place, let alone bed you there. You are a Lady, after all.
Baelor takes a deep breath before an amused huff leaves him, “It appears that Valarr was so smitten with the young Lady that he took her to find a Septon last night and he married her.”
Maekar’s face goes through about ten different emotions as he processes the words.
“Married?” The word is gritted out as he closes his eyes and clenches his jaw tightly.
“Married.” Baelor confirms, though his tone is lighter now as he looks at his son, a certain fondness showing in his eyes.
Maekar huffs something that sounds almost like a laugh, “Fucking hells,” he looks over at his nephew, “you’ve created quite a fucking mess, boy.”
“I would apologize, but I am not sorry.”
Maekar huffs a laugh at his nephews blunt words, looking back at Baelor, “Have we confirmed the validity of this,” eyes cut to Valarr, “marriage.”
The word is spit out with exhaustion lacing it, as if it is an inconvenience Maekar does not wish to deal with.
Baelor hums thoughtfully, “Not yet, but I do not believe my son to be a liar about such a thing.”
Maekar glances between the father and son, sighing with a shake of his head, “I am sure the King will grant an annulment, then we can be done with this farce, though I am not sure how Aerion will feel about it, not to mention the Ladies own reputation will suffer from all of this."
Unease crawls up Valarr's spine the more Maekar talks, but his father speaks up before he can say anything, “The marriage has been consummated.”
Maekar's jaw clenches once again with a gritted scoff, irritation rushing through him, “What proof has been given?”
Valarr feels frustration rise through his body, “I would not lie about such a thing, not when it could bring harm to her name."
Baelor shakes his head, a deep sigh leaving him as he glances over at his brother, expression shifting once again, “It has been merely hours, a maester can take a look and confirm. I am sure there will be proof still.”
Valarr watches his uncle sigh and shake his head, “Aerion will be most displeased at a sullied bride.”
“She is not sullied. Besides that, she is my wife and no concern of yours or your son.”
Maekar slams his hands down, fury in his eyes as he opens his mouth to surely rip the dark haired boy a new one.
“I deeply apologize for my son’s actions, brother, but he is right.” Baelor’s words are apologetic, “We will find Aerion a new match, one just as good as this one. Perhaps an even better one."
There is no better Lady than you, and Valarr has to hold his tongue to refrain from saying so.
Maekar is gaping at his brother, mouth opening and closing as he tries to think of what to say before finally speaking up, "And what of the Tyroshi girl? Hm? She is mere days away from arriving and father will be most displeased at the potential alliance falling apart over a girl. And do not suggest Aerion, he would take it as a slight if he were to be offered the hand of the woman who was supposed to marry Valarr. Who apparently found it appropriate to steal his bride."
Baelor hums in acknowledgment, but ignores the last sentence entirely, “Your Daeron is of marrying age, and though he is not in line for the throne, he is the grandson of the King. It will not be the match they are coming for, but I believe it is a suitable alternative.”
Maekar snorts at the thought, “Daeron is as suitable as a wet cat.”
Valarr looks only at his father, “Father?”
Baelor clears his throat, moving to stand, “I must go speak with the King, and then her father to clear up any more confusion,” he glances at his son as he moves through the room, “Though I am sure he will be more than pleased to know that his daughter is married to a man who will one day sit the iron throne.”
Valarr stands in his place a few more moments, processing the words his father said before he rushes out of the room.
Rushes to you.
When he finally reaches the door to your room, he doesn't even give the guards an opportunity to announce him before he shoves the door open, eyes immediately locking onto your nervous form.
Relief floods your body at the sight of him, and you rush over, throwing yourself at him, his arms wrap tightly around your frame as he lifts you and spins you around.
You pull yourself slightly away and place your hands on his face, pressing a deep kiss to his lips before pulling away, "What did they say? Is anyone too terribly angry?"
Grinning, he shakes his head, "There is disappointment, and Aerion is furious," he squeezes you when you flinch at the mention of the man you were supposed to marry, "but my father is going to speak to my grandfather, to the King now, and then he will go speak to your father."
Curiosity graces your pretty face, "That is it? No grand punishment for either of us?"
He shakes his head, "I believe I will have to apologize to Lady Kiera and her father personally, and your father and undoubtedly Aerion will demand some sort of apology and compensation for this, not to mention the apology the King will be owed," he exhales lightly, "I will have a lot of apologies to make, and I will have to help ease tensions. But I believe that will be the worst of it."
Your hand moves to grip his at your hip, squeezing tightly, "I do believe my father will be furious. Was your father angry?"
Valarr pauses for a moment, "Truthfully, I could not tell. I think he is disappointed, but he vouched for our union to Maekar, so I don't believe there is much true anger."
Taking a deep breath, you smile up at him nervously, "That is a good thing, right? I mean it must be."
He gives your hip a gentle squeeze and nods, "I do believe it to be."