aemondtargaryengf

[aemondtargaryengf]

i’m not scared to admit i’m extremely attracted to gwayne hightower

[aemondtargaryengf]

aegon c.ai literally did non con when my oc kept saying "i dont want to continue can we please stop it? hey listen to me im serious i wish for a safe word establishment* and he kept yanking her hair.

[aemondtargaryengf]

OH MY GOD JACE ASK ANON!! I legit did a similar character.ai roleplay (?) today and wow so much imagination in my head wow this is going to be so fucking angsty

[aemondtargaryengf]

Gwayne Hightower is giving rich, cocky boarding school boy who’s never been in a real fight in his life vibes 😂🙏🏻

[aemondtargaryengf]

I love you all so much for loving the jace fic and sending in requests. I think tomorrow I'll try to put up the dom!aemond x switch!reader x sub!aegon

[aemondtargaryengf]

I'm going to kiss you people for the amount of love this fic is getting!!!

hii! i hope you’re doing well!!

can i get a jace fic where she’s his younger sister and she’s just really dependent on him, and like follows his around and tried to stay w him while he’s really protective of her especially from the greens

pairings: protective!jace x valeryon(strong)!reader

warnings: not quite angst unless the last line. but the tension is there, fluff i suppose, romantic tension, canon typical incest. if anything else let me know, MAJOR SPOILER FOR FIRE & BLOOD/FUTURE HOTD

word count: 1.8k <3

masterlist

a/n: I am sorry i have been tardy with my promise but here is your much awaited request!!

You liked it here. Laying in bed, reading a book of poems while your mother combed through your hair. Rhaenyra always had a soft spot for her only daughter, caving in and allowing every reasonable whim you had. “Mother” you speak slowly, putting the book down and holding it close to your chest. Rhaenyra stops her gentle movement, looking down at you with fondness, “yes my child”?

“Can we stay here in king’s landing for longer?” you ask, “I do not wish to leave grandsire’s side yet. The maesters do not bring news of improvement any longer and I fear….” You trail off not wanting to word it out loud. Rhaenyra knew of the gravity of her father’s health but she feared the wedge between her children and her half siblings will only give rise to new fights and arguments every day.

“You know we can’t my dove”, she pets your head affectionately, “who will look after Dragonstone with us gone?”

“Please”, you request sitting up and turning your back to face her, “I do not want to risk not being here when he passes away and miss my chance at a last good bye.” Even Rhaenyra couldn’t argue with your words. Your request comes from a place of adoration for your grandfather, he was quite fond of his elder granddaughter, but Rhaenyra also contemplated what can go wrong if she isn’t here for her father’s death. No matter the legitimacy of her being named heir to the throne, she is well aware of the whispers at court, the scheming of the hand and the queen. Aegon Targaryen cannot be king if she is here to take control of the situation.

“It’s settled then” Rhaenyra agrees after a beat of silence. “We shall stay here for as long as you desire.” A smile of gratitude makes its way on your face at your mother’s words and you are quick to embrace her “Thank you mother”. Rhaenyra chuckles, rubbing soothing circles on your back “Now rest my dove, it has been a hectic day.” She leans in to kiss your forehead “sweet dreams”.

You make your way beneath the sheets, head resting comfortably on the pillow “Farewell mother”. With one last look at you Rhaenyra steps out of the room. The door closes softly behind her, letting the dim glow from the candles lull you into sleep.

Morning arrives gently, with sunshine streaming through the windows casting a soft glow in your room. The ladies assigned for your care had let themselves in, rousing you from your sleep and ushering you to the bath to get ready for the day.

The baths at King’s Landing were more majestic than back home. You take your time soaking in the warm water with jasmine oil and rose petals, sighing in pleasure. It didn’t take long for you to get dressed with the help of the ladies and having your breakfast alone, opting for some calm in the morning knowing your brothers and uncles will inevitably destroy any sense of peace in the coming hours.

“I’d like to take a stroll through the keep, alone. Much has changed since I’ve been away.” The guard assigned for your duty only nods at your command as you make your way out of the room. The seven-pointed star glares at your face at every turn you make, a stark contrast to the regal décor the keep had in your childhood.

“Sister! Wait!” comes a voice from your right. You stop turning around only to be faced with a panting Jacaerys. “Brother” you greet with a slight smile “You are up early today” you tease. “I was looking for you” says Jacaerys, ignoring your teasing. “I was wondering if you were alright after last night’s events”.

You slightly wince at the memory of Jace throwing a punch at Aemond and Aegon and Luce starting a brawl of their own. Your cousin Baela even tried jumping only for you to grab her by the waist as you yelled for them to stop.

“I’m alright” you dismiss his worries. “It was just a graze”. Aemond’s elbow had hit you in the cheek causing you to yelp in pain. Aemond’s actions did stop midway not expecting you to be so near and get hurt but it only spurred Jace even more as he landed even stronger punches than before at his uncle’s jaw.

Jace gently reaches a hand up to caress your face. “Its good it didn’t bruise” he thumbs at your cheek, “I’d not let it go if that brute ruined your pretty face”. And there it was again. Jace always had a penchant for using certain choice of words which reddened your face.

“Jace” you warn, “Do not fall prey to our uncle’s provoking. You know both of them only say words to rile us up.” Jace let’s go off your face sighing “I can’t help it if they accuse us of…” Accuse us of what? The Truth?

The somber tone in his voice lets you know of his mood dropping. It was only the start of the day and you will be damned if you let your older brother sulk so early. “I’d like to accompany you to your training if that’s alright with you?” Nothing makes him happier than being able to show off his skills to his younger sister and you are well aware of that. Jace is quick to look at you with shining eyes and agrees to your request.

You follow after him as he excitedly tells you of a new method he learnt from Daemon, smiling at his words and nodding when you think its appropriate to let him know you are attentive. Jace liked having your sole attention on him. It was just you and him in the beginning. His mother told him that the first time he saw you when he was a boy of two, you had looked at him as if he hung the moon and the stars in the night sky. Your crying would only stop if your older brother was there to shush you with his toys. You were the happiest baby when in his presence, trailing behind him like a little duckling, a trait which you still carry. Nothing soothes your nerves like being near Jace.

You watch as Jace spars with a squire. A sheen of sweat on his forehead making him look godly in the late morning sun. “I do not think its fit for a lady to be here niece” comes a chilling voice from right behind you, closer than you’d like that voice to be. “Uncle” you greet, your eyes not wavering from Jace at all, “I think I can go wherever I’d like. The Red Keep is my home as well after all.” Aemond smirks at your reply. Out of all the strong bastards you were his favourite to toy with. The boys were quick to throw punches but the ability to sometimes make you unable to come with a witty response brought him immense satisfaction.

“Hmm” he hums, coming to stand by your side, a little too close for comfort, “I hope my elbow didn’t cause you any harm princess. It would be unfortunate to see your brown eyes blacken from my unintentional hit.” Brown eyes. He emphasized it. He is trying to make you take the bait again. And his backhanded words of comfort and presence did unnerve you more than you’d like to admit.

“If you wish to see how real men train perhaps you should watch me instead of your no good of a brother. He moves like a boy who was gifted a sword a day ago” Aemond whispers in your ear. His breath hitting your skin makes your skin crawl and you shiver in disgust, moving back and putting a distance between yourself. “No thank you” you decline politely. “I prefer my brother over all”. Aemond only gives a sly grin at that, “Even in your bed?” he mocks.

What was stopping you from slapping this bastard from even suggesting such nonsense. You grit your teeth in frustration, almost hitting him yourself when a protective arm wraps around your waist bringing you back into a sturdy chest. “Who my sister brings into her bed is none of your concern dearest uncle” Jace says cooly. “And I suggest you refrain from using certain phrases that will bring the honor of my sister into question” he raises his brows at Aemond challenging him. “I’d hate to dislocate your jaw over some misunderstanding, we are family after all.”

One thing Aemond had learned from the beginning was Jace will never lose a chance to be your protective guard dog. He could hit two birds with one stone by simply choosing to pick on you instead. Why rile up one Strong bastard when you can rile up two? “I’d like to see you try” Aemond grins leaning in to challenge your brother.

“Jace” you whisper, “Don’t.” Aemond chuckles at your warning. “Aww will poor Prince Jace listen to his sister like an obedient mutt?” Jace clenches his jaw at his statement. “He isn’t worth it Jace” you interlock your fingers with Jacaerys’s trying to tug him away. Once you are able to move him from his spot, you lead Jace away and turn to Aemond to give him a disgusting sneer “You’re pathetic.”

Aemond's grin widens, his eye gleaming with amusement as he watches you walk away, Jace's hand still in yours. "Run along, little dove," he calls out mockingly, but you don't look back.

As you and Jace walk through the courtyard, the tension slowly eases from his shoulders. "You shouldn't let him get to you," you whisper, glancing up at him with a reassuring smile. "He only seeks to provoke."

Jace nods, but his grip on your waist tightens protectively. "I won't let him hurt you," he promises, his voice low and determined. "Not ever." You squeeze his hand, drawing strength from his presence. "I know, Jace. I know." You kiss his cheek gently hoping to calm him “No one can hurt me with you breathing down my neck” you giggle trying to lighten the mood.

He rests his chin on top of your head. “I won’t let any harm come to you ever. No one can hurt you.” His arms squeeze around your waist.

You always felt restless without Jace, and nothing brought you more comfort than being in his arms. You never have to worry about being safe with your brother around.

But years later when you crumble at the sight of the body of Jacaerys Velaryon with an arrow through his neck, no one is prepared for the wail of anguish that leaves your throat at not having your Jacaerys beside you anymore.

[aemondtargaryengf]

"a boy will be the son of France but you Marie Therese shall be mine" in context of Helaena and Jahaera

[aemondtargaryengf]

thank you so much for answering <333

hi this is kind of a weird question but I'm a new writer on here and I was wondering if the time at which we post a fic affects the visibility/notes of the post? and if so what time have you seen the most engagement in your specific posts (feel free to not answer. Have a great day!!)

Thank you!!

hi ! no this definitely isn’t a weird question i think about this all the time 😭😭

it definitely does affect visibility at least for me my fics perform the best when i post at the specific times i do !!

for me my best times are definitely 10 pm - 12 am est !! though everyone is different this is the time that i get the highest engagements ‼️ hope this helps you and good luck 🫶🫶

[aemondtargaryengf]

“Even if it is full of love, all a ghost can do is haunt.”

insp.

[aemondtargaryengf]

would love more jace, aegon and aemond requests actually!!! might fuck around and write for cole as well. he is a pretty bastard after all. I'm weak for pretty bastards.

REQUESTS: OPEN

[aemondtargaryengf]

DOWN BAD

[aemondtargaryengf]

hii! i hope you’re doing well!!

can i get a jace fic where she’s his younger sister and she’s just really dependent on him, and like follows his around and tried to stay w him while he’s really protective of her especially from the greens

pairings: protective!jace x valeryon(strong)!reader

warnings: not quite angst unless the last line. but the tension is there, fluff i suppose, romantic tension, canon typical incest. if anything else let me know, MAJOR SPOILER FOR FIRE & BLOOD/FUTURE HOTD

word count: 1.8k <3

masterlist

a/n: I am sorry i have been tardy with my promise but here is your much awaited request!!

You liked it here. Laying in bed, reading a book of poems while your mother combed through your hair. Rhaenyra always had a soft spot for her only daughter, caving in and allowing every reasonable whim you had. “Mother” you speak slowly, putting the book down and holding it close to your chest. Rhaenyra stops her gentle movement, looking down at you with fondness, “yes my child”?

“Can we stay here in king’s landing for longer?” you ask, “I do not wish to leave grandsire’s side yet. The maesters do not bring news of improvement any longer and I fear….” You trail off not wanting to word it out loud. Rhaenyra knew of the gravity of her father’s health but she feared the wedge between her children and her half siblings will only give rise to new fights and arguments every day.

“You know we can’t my dove”, she pets your head affectionately, “who will look after Dragonstone with us gone?”

“Please”, you request sitting up and turning your back to face her, “I do not want to risk not being here when he passes away and miss my chance at a last good bye.” Even Rhaenyra couldn’t argue with your words. Your request comes from a place of adoration for your grandfather, he was quite fond of his elder granddaughter, but Rhaenyra also contemplated what can go wrong if she isn’t here for her father’s death. No matter the legitimacy of her being named heir to the throne, she is well aware of the whispers at court, the scheming of the hand and the queen. Aegon Targaryen cannot be king if she is here to take control of the situation.

“It’s settled then” Rhaenyra agrees after a beat of silence. “We shall stay here for as long as you desire.” A smile of gratitude makes its way on your face at your mother’s words and you are quick to embrace her “Thank you mother”. Rhaenyra chuckles, rubbing soothing circles on your back “Now rest my dove, it has been a hectic day.” She leans in to kiss your forehead “sweet dreams”.

You make your way beneath the sheets, head resting comfortably on the pillow “Farewell mother”. With one last look at you Rhaenyra steps out of the room. The door closes softly behind her, letting the dim glow from the candles lull you into sleep.

Morning arrives gently, with sunshine streaming through the windows casting a soft glow in your room. The ladies assigned for your care had let themselves in, rousing you from your sleep and ushering you to the bath to get ready for the day.

The baths at King’s Landing were more majestic than back home. You take your time soaking in the warm water with jasmine oil and rose petals, sighing in pleasure. It didn’t take long for you to get dressed with the help of the ladies and having your breakfast alone, opting for some calm in the morning knowing your brothers and uncles will inevitably destroy any sense of peace in the coming hours.

“I’d like to take a stroll through the keep, alone. Much has changed since I’ve been away.” The guard assigned for your duty only nods at your command as you make your way out of the room. The seven-pointed star glares at your face at every turn you make, a stark contrast to the regal décor the keep had in your childhood.

“Sister! Wait!” comes a voice from your right. You stop turning around only to be faced with a panting Jacaerys. “Brother” you greet with a slight smile “You are up early today” you tease. “I was looking for you” says Jacaerys, ignoring your teasing. “I was wondering if you were alright after last night’s events”.

You slightly wince at the memory of Jace throwing a punch at Aemond and Aegon and Luce starting a brawl of their own. Your cousin Baela even tried jumping only for you to grab her by the waist as you yelled for them to stop.

“I’m alright” you dismiss his worries. “It was just a graze”. Aemond’s elbow had hit you in the cheek causing you to yelp in pain. Aemond’s actions did stop midway not expecting you to be so near and get hurt but it only spurred Jace even more as he landed even stronger punches than before at his uncle’s jaw.

Jace gently reaches a hand up to caress your face. “Its good it didn’t bruise” he thumbs at your cheek, “I’d not let it go if that brute ruined your pretty face”. And there it was again. Jace always had a penchant for using certain choice of words which reddened your face.

“Jace” you warn, “Do not fall prey to our uncle’s provoking. You know both of them only say words to rile us up.” Jace let’s go off your face sighing “I can’t help it if they accuse us of…” Accuse us of what? The Truth?

The somber tone in his voice lets you know of his mood dropping. It was only the start of the day and you will be damned if you let your older brother sulk so early. “I’d like to accompany you to your training if that’s alright with you?” Nothing makes him happier than being able to show off his skills to his younger sister and you are well aware of that. Jace is quick to look at you with shining eyes and agrees to your request.

You follow after him as he excitedly tells you of a new method he learnt from Daemon, smiling at his words and nodding when you think its appropriate to let him know you are attentive. Jace liked having your sole attention on him. It was just you and him in the beginning. His mother told him that the first time he saw you when he was a boy of two, you had looked at him as if he hung the moon and the stars in the night sky. Your crying would only stop if your older brother was there to shush you with his toys. You were the happiest baby when in his presence, trailing behind him like a little duckling, a trait which you still carry. Nothing soothes your nerves like being near Jace.

You watch as Jace spars with a squire. A sheen of sweat on his forehead making him look godly in the late morning sun. “I do not think its fit for a lady to be here niece” comes a chilling voice from right behind you, closer than you’d like that voice to be. “Uncle” you greet, your eyes not wavering from Jace at all, “I think I can go wherever I’d like. The Red Keep is my home as well after all.” Aemond smirks at your reply. Out of all the strong bastards you were his favourite to toy with. The boys were quick to throw punches but the ability to sometimes make you unable to come with a witty response brought him immense satisfaction.

“Hmm” he hums, coming to stand by your side, a little too close for comfort, “I hope my elbow didn’t cause you any harm princess. It would be unfortunate to see your brown eyes blacken from my unintentional hit.” Brown eyes. He emphasized it. He is trying to make you take the bait again. And his backhanded words of comfort and presence did unnerve you more than you’d like to admit.

“If you wish to see how real men train perhaps you should watch me instead of your no good of a brother. He moves like a boy who was gifted a sword a day ago” Aemond whispers in your ear. His breath hitting your skin makes your skin crawl and you shiver in disgust, moving back and putting a distance between yourself. “No thank you” you decline politely. “I prefer my brother over all”. Aemond only gives a sly grin at that, “Even in your bed?” he mocks.

What was stopping you from slapping this bastard from even suggesting such nonsense. You grit your teeth in frustration, almost hitting him yourself when a protective arm wraps around your waist bringing you back into a sturdy chest. “Who my sister brings into her bed is none of your concern dearest uncle” Jace says cooly. “And I suggest you refrain from using certain phrases that will bring the honor of my sister into question” he raises his brows at Aemond challenging him. “I’d hate to dislocate your jaw over some misunderstanding, we are family after all.”

One thing Aemond had learned from the beginning was Jace will never lose a chance to be your protective guard dog. He could hit two birds with one stone by simply choosing to pick on you instead. Why rile up one Strong bastard when you can rile up two? “I’d like to see you try” Aemond grins leaning in to challenge your brother.

“Jace” you whisper, “Don’t.” Aemond chuckles at your warning. “Aww will poor Prince Jace listen to his sister like an obedient mutt?” Jace clenches his jaw at his statement. “He isn’t worth it Jace” you interlock your fingers with Jacaerys’s trying to tug him away. Once you are able to move him from his spot, you lead Jace away and turn to Aemond to give him a disgusting sneer “You’re pathetic.”

Aemond's grin widens, his eye gleaming with amusement as he watches you walk away, Jace's hand still in yours. "Run along, little dove," he calls out mockingly, but you don't look back.

As you and Jace walk through the courtyard, the tension slowly eases from his shoulders. "You shouldn't let him get to you," you whisper, glancing up at him with a reassuring smile. "He only seeks to provoke."

Jace nods, but his grip on your waist tightens protectively. "I won't let him hurt you," he promises, his voice low and determined. "Not ever." You squeeze his hand, drawing strength from his presence. "I know, Jace. I know." You kiss his cheek gently hoping to calm him “No one can hurt me with you breathing down my neck” you giggle trying to lighten the mood.

He rests his chin on top of your head. “I won’t let any harm come to you ever. No one can hurt you.” His arms squeeze around your waist.

You always felt restless without Jace, and nothing brought you more comfort than being in his arms. You never have to worry about being safe with your brother around.

But years later when you crumble at the sight of the body of Jacaerys Velaryon with an arrow through his neck, no one is prepared for the wail of anguish that leaves your throat at not having your Jacaerys beside you anymore.

[aemondtargaryengf]

jace girlies won this round <3

I swear I am supposed to publish the protective!jace x younger sister!reader fic by tomorrow BUT THE DEMONS IN ME WANT TO WRITE A dom!aemond x switch!reader x sub!aegon SMUT!!

[aemondtargaryengf]

[aemondtargaryengf]

I swear I am supposed to publish the protective!jace x younger sister!reader fic by tomorrow BUT THE DEMONS IN ME WANT TO WRITE A dom!aemond x switch!reader x sub!aegon SMUT!!

JACE FIC!!!

[aemondtargaryengf]

whatever you say beautiful

[aemondtargaryengf]

𝑐𝑟𝑜𝑠𝑠𝑟𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑠 ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

𝑗𝑎𝑐𝑎𝑒𝑟𝑦𝑠 𝑣𝑒𝑙𝑎𝑟𝑦𝑜𝑛 𝑥 𝑓𝑒𝑚!𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟

✧.* 𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠: female reader/description, canon divergent, regency!au, love at first sight, mentions of forced marriage, marriage with an elder, mentions of teen marriage, mentions of death, mentions of violence, mentions of assassination, mentions of gambling addictions, cunnilingus, kissing, fluff

𝑠𝑦𝑛𝑜𝑝𝑠𝑖𝑠: prince charming does not merely exist within fairytales, though he might be a little more unorthodox than expected.

✧.* 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡: 4,223

blog masterlist | jacaerys velaryon masterlist

A/N: shows of the summer combo(ish) whattt

"I EXPECT NOTHING BUT PERFECTION."

The raspy baritone of her husband's voice rang down the hallway. Each of his words made her brows knit and her lips purse. He was living well long past the death of King Jahaerys I, despite being older than the deceased man himself, a saggy face full of wrinkles and brittle bones. She wondered how he could stand up by himself at all. Even when they'd first wed, he'd looked exactly the same. And his demeanour hadn't changed a bit either.

"Yes, dearest," she called back out, attaching a delicate earring to her. Y/n looked forward in the vanity mirror. Her maid stood behind her, assuring those perfect spirals of hair were locked into place.

Tonight, the royal family were hosting a ball in honour of the crown prince's birthday. He was still young, as young as she. She envied him, though never have meeting him. He was doing all that he wished at their age, and she was entrapped within the walls of her own house.

Her dress was one of a heavy satin, a colour of pale pink embroidered with little flowers. It was beautiful, and she liked herself in it. Finally, not one of the garish things her husband had picked out for her.

"You look beautiful, my lady," said her maid, Henrietta.

"Thank you," she smiled. But Henrietta's words meant nothing for now.

"Are you ready?" Her husband's heavy steps lumbered into the room. He paused to take a look at her, bleary eyes beneath drooping lids looking her up and down. She shivered. Two years of this, and she still had not accustomed herself to it. "You look young."

Her lips pressed together, as Henrietta offered her two pairs of gloves. She chose the lighter silk. "I am young."

"You are a wife and a mother," he replied gruffly. "There is no youth present in roles like that."

"As you say, dearest," she mumbled back.

"Speak up, woman," he barked. "My ears are not working like they were before."

She raised her voice now, attempting to disguise the tone of repugnance in her voice. "My apologies, dearest. As you say."

"The carriage is already here," he ignored her apologies, fixing the sleeve of his coat. "Be down soon or I'm leaving without you."

Once he left, Henrietta spoke up. She was an outspoken girl, one Y/n allowed to speak her mind as it was a oft one of the little amusements in her life. "The carriage will leave out of impatience by the time he gets down the steps."

Y/n's smile was threatening to emerge from her lips. Even a laugh.

"I thought that myself," she admitted.

A babble came from behind her, a happy sound. She could call this the real source of her joy, her true solace.

"Tommy," she cooed, outstretching her hand. Her son, Thomas, was the sweetest boy she'd ever known, someone so unlike his father she could fall to her knees and thank God over and over for it.

"Ma-ma," he sounded out excitedly, reaching out from her despite being held by his nursemaid.

"Darling boy," her arms reached out back to him, and she held him beneath his arms, resting him on her hip. She kissed his cheek, eliciting a merry giggle. After a quick squeeze, she returned him to his nursemaid. "I won't be long."

Before her husband could lodge another one of his complaints, she made her way downstairs. He was shuffling to the front door when she reached the last step. Y/n suppressed her sigh, taking the man's arm and helping him waddle to their waiting carriage.

His knee shuddered as he forced himself up, taking a heaving breath as he sat. Y/n sat opposite him, far as she could. She stared out the window, the view of her house disappearing as the horses rode into the night.

"Do not embarrass us," he warned. "This ball is important. I have my business partners attending."

"Of course," she nodded. She might as well ruin the evening. Her husband's business was as slow as his health, and she had fretted numerously in the past months over their expenses. His gambling tendencies did not help their situation either. She'd had to let go of a cook and two maids without his knowledge. Thankfully he hadn't notice. He would fall into an extensive rant about the need for extra help and extra staff to display their wealth, wealth that they were running out of.

THE PALACE NEVER FAILED TO IMPRESS HER. She'd been there before, a few years ago for the king's jubilee. Their carriage rumbled to a stop in front of the entrance. Her husband nearly fell out as he exited the vehicle, whilst she was helped down gracefully by their footman. A long red velvet carpet was rolled out, reaching to the insides of the place. There were two rose hedges at the sides. The petals were white and silky, and she could smell their sweet fragrance.

"Perhaps you should have brought your cane, dearest?" Y/n suggested, hesitantly touching his bulging shoulder.

"Bah!" he brushed her off. "That foolish little cane will make me look incapable."

She wanted to mention he just nearly took a tumble whilst leaving their carriage, but that would do her worse rather than him any good. Looping her arm through the crease of his, they began to walk, following the path that the carpet had laid out for them.

She took a route that avoided the main staircase, rather not having the hundreds of eyes on her, and worse yet her ailing husband. It would certainly bruise his ego, though by this point, he was too daft to even notice if anything was said about him. It was still a sight to see. Lights twinkled across the ceilings, various sculptures were on display, and everybody was dressed and groomed to perfection.

He waddled off to one of his gambling friends, all equally as old and withering. At least they could stand on their feet, she thought bitterly.

Y/n could do nothing but stand at the sideline, observing the couples in dance. A few of them looked the same in age, with devotion in their gazes and genuine smiles. Envy burned in her heart, hot and loud. She should be fortunate she was even married, that she'd at least found someone who was willing to take her and avoid the fate of the lonely spinster. Still, she felt terribly bleak and jealous and she hated it. She had her son at least.

Why did it have to be him?

Sighing quietly to herself, she stalked over to the refreshment table. It was laden with an assortment of tiny pastries and desserts. She opted for a simple glass of lemonade.

She started to pick up a cup, though impending footsteps made her pause. Was it her husband? She held her breath, but realised there as no third hollow sound of his wretched cane.

"Allow me," said whoever it was behind her.

Their hand slid behind hers, the warmth of their flesh against her hand shooting sparks up her arm despite their gloved state.

She turned around quick, eyes widening and mouth opening to speak after being met with the face she'd seen only on proclamations and magazines. Hazel irises and luscious dark curls. Her heart lurched.

"Please," Prince Jacaerys interrupted, his voice remaining low. "I'd rather you didn't alert the ton of my presence."

"It is your birthday," she whispered back to him. "Do you not wish to celebrate?"

He smiled, a wondrous, bright thing that sent a strange flittering feeling to her stomach. "My birthday unfortunately falls at the height of the season. It is not a celebration of my age, rather an opportunity for these hungry mamas."

"Ah," Y/n chuckled. "They are much akin to predators than noble ladies of society."

He filled her glass nearly to the brim with the pale yellow liquid. She thanked him and took a sip, relishing the sweetness and tang that bloomed on her tongue.

"You have managed to escape them for quite a while, then?" she questioned. He'd been of marrying age for a few years now, though she was sure one of the more ambitious mothers would've sought out an early betrothal before he was properly available.

"More so endure," he answered. "I have spent countless hours entertaining them and their... voracious young ladies."

"I hope tonight will be one of your better birthdays then," she chuckled, eyeing a savoury pastry.

"What is your name?" he asked good-naturedly.

She gave him it. Her surname was not one that he knew well, and that gave him hope. He could talk to this pretty girl without the court's tongues lolling out of their mouths, at least not as much as they would were she someone of staunch prominence.

"I'm surprised your mama hasn't caught wind of your being next to me," his eyebrow raised.

"My mama is not here," she revealed shyly.

"Your mother allowed you to attend a ball unchaperoned?" he asked incredulously.

"Oh no," Y/n said. "I am here with my husband."

Jacaerys' face read many things after hearing that, deflation and surprise. "Husband?" he repeated her words. "You are married?"

"Of course," she replied nonchalantly, deciding to pick up a sweeter pastry and bringing it to her mouth.

Unbeknownst to her, Jacaerys watched intently.

"Who is your husband?" he asked, trying to place the facade of simple-minded conversation forward.

She pointed to him, laughing boisterously with his friends. The prince visibly grimaced when he saw him. "He is quite old, is he not?"

"I know ladies who are wed to older," her lips pressed together. "Do not pity me, my prince. I have made my peace with my situation years ago."

Jacaerys stayed silent. It sounded like a miserable ordeal and he disliked to hear it. He would take up such matters with his mother, soon to be queen. "Come."

Y/n frowned, but she followed him as he had began to walk. The people had started to look now, whispers flying around the ballroom. From the corner of her eye she saw the aforementioned mamas hurrying forward, their nervous daughters in tow. When she focused her view to where he was going, she realised they'd made it to her husband's table.

"My lord," Jacaerys said expectantly, his eyes near slits.

Her husband spluttered foolishly and turned. "M-My prince? What can I do for you?" he noticed his wife standing meekly behind him, and his already beady eyes narrowed. "What has she done now? My apologies, truly I-

"She has done nothing," the prince dismissed. "I in fact wish to ask your permission to dance with her."

"To dance with her?"

Jacaerys nodded, his nose wrinkling.

Her husband was a possessive man, one that would reprimand other people for even breathing near her. She'd suspected insecurity and she would be insecure too if she'd ended up like him, but that was not the issue now. Her eyes had flown to the man before her, heartbeats increasing when she realised what he wanted. A dance? She hadn't danced in a long time, reminiscing only when she took her son in her arms and they spun together in their fits of giggles. He'd never wanted to, and he physically couldn't.

"Very well," he muttered begrudgingly, looking away and sneering with the rest of his balding compatriots.

Jacaerys managed to pull her to the dance floor before one particular vicious looking mama caught up to them. His arm slid around her waist, stealing her breath. Their remaining limbs clasped together, fingers entwined. They were so close, so intimate. She couldn't even look at him properly.

"You look like a deer caught in the midst of a hunt," Jacaerys chuckled. "Are you quite all right?"

"I have found met anyone my husband has succumbed to," she admitted, finding the courage to meet his gaze. "And... everyone is looking."

It was true. The attendees were all observing them amongst the many other couples in the mass of sways and twirls, heads close together and fans flickering over lips to hide their musings.

"If your husband were to deny me he would face the palace dungeons or a hanging," he teased, a flicker in his irises. "Do not mind them. Soon they will find something else to focus their fleeting attention on."

His touch was so gentle, so warm. It was nothing like the coldness and harsh grips she'd felt for the past few years of her life. Jacaerys was so beautiful too, as if the paintings at the museums came to life.

No, she thought to herself. She was a good woman with honour. She could not allow herself to think like this.

She could say he was a wonderful dancer. He knew every movement with precision, and effortlessly lifted her from the ground when needed. The whole time he stared.

The dance ended with a twirl. Jacaerys let go of her, and she curtseyed whilst he bowed.

"Y/n, we are leaving."

She flinched, her ears far to attuned to that gruff cadence. A certain wistfulness lingered in her, the urge to stay and prance and feast some more tugging onto her sense of decision. "Are you sure, darling?"

"Come," he hobbled over, wrenching her arm and pulling her along.

Jacaerys frowned, but he could do nothing now. He hated seeing the disappointment on her expression and that old man's touch on hers. It was aggravating to him, and for once he felt powerless. He sucked in a breath when he saw the swarms formed again, and he was drowned in a sea of lace and silk.

SHE HAD ALL BUT FORGOTTEN ABOUT HER INTERACTION WITH THE CROWN PRINCE, finding` herself thinking back to his sweet gaze and smile. He reminded her so much of the heroes in her old fairytales, the ones she used to read as a child. Many of her nights were spent in her bed, dreaming of a charming gentleman to come and save her, but it was clear that was not the path fate had intended for her.

"Do not bite that, Tommy," she laughed gently as her son attempted to fit his wooden toy into his maw. It was a lazy day at the household, and luckily for them her husband had decided to spend it at the gentlemen's club. The sun streamed through the windows, and it was a pleasant enough temperature that bore no need for the fire or cold drinks.

Tommy was seated on the floor, an array of wooden blocks and figures scattered around him. Y/n was seated on the couch, a slightly rickety thing with a blue pattern, but it had served them well so far. She pulled the toy out of his mouth, stroking the soft brown hairs on his head.

Her maid strode in, hands clasped together at her front. "Milady. The prince has arrived."

Y/n immediately stood, her hand flying to pat down her loose hairs. "The prince? Whatever does he want with us?"

It was a stupid question, for the girl looked before her with blank eyes.

"Send him in," she smoothed her dress out hurriedly. "And prepare some tea and sandwiches, perhaps?"

The maid nodded obediently, leaving to do just so.

Jacaerys entered their sitting room, posture perfect, and of course, face handsome. The butterflies came blazing back, every single one that floated around her stomach when they first danced.

Y/n fidgeted in her place, her thoughts running wild. What did he want? Why was he here? Would her husband be angered if he knew? Would he return whilst the prince was present? Did he come here... for her? That was too much now. She couldn't allow herself to conjure up girlish fantasies.

"My prince," she breathed, dipping her knees as she'd done before.

"Lady Y/n," he responded.

Silence reigned over the moment, but sweet Thomas' babbling and tugging of Jacaerys' pant leg took the tenacity away.

"Tommy," she exclaimed. "No-"

"It is all right," Jacaerys grinned. He knelt down to the boy's height. "Tommy, is it?"

"Thomas, my prince," Y/n looked on at the unexpected view. "But we call him Tommy."

"What a fine lad," the prince marvelled. "He takes after his mother."

"My husband says the boy aligns more with him," she chuckled awkwardly, her fingers pulling at each other .

Jacaerys tapped Tommy's nose. "I disagree."

For a few minutes he stayed there entertaining her son. Tommy had certainly grown an affinity for the man, laughing heartily at his quips and playfully movements. Something inside her melted. She'd never seen his real father do anything so tender.

Right as he pulled his focus away from the child, two servants opened the door and came in with a tray of tea and sandwiches. She had them stay in the room for the sake of propriety, then she offered him to sit.

"What have you come here for?" she asked, placing a napkin over her lap.

"Uh business," he answered. "I thought your husband was of interest. Is he home?"

She didn't quite believe him. "No. He's out at the gentleman's club."

"Ah, then I shall wait." He helped himself to the tea and a cucumber sandwich, eating and drinking politely.

They exchanged no conversation. It resumed to the earlier tension before Tommy's distraction, leaving them silent and strained. Y/n stared mostly at her lap and her son. He was looking straight ahead, though he still didn't utter a word.

"Ma'am," another of her serving girls walked through the doorway. "Outside. There is a man. He says he bears news."

"Excuse me," she told the prince.

She exited the room and made her way to the front door, where a man was waiting on the porch. He was stoutly built with chin hairs growing up to his sideburns, though bearing no moustache. He wore a sensible suit and a shiny black top hat.

"What can I do for you?" she asked politely, too frazzled from her earlier encounter to remember any pleasantries. The man didn't seem to mind.

"My apologies, my lady," he took off the hat and placed it against her chest. "Your husband... he has passed."

Oh.

Y/n frowned. If she were to say the truth she'd be waiting this day a long long time. He was gone. The man, who'd took her as a young girl, stripped her of her youth, was dead and gone and hopefully he was rotting with the Devil. She wanted to smile. She wanted to dance. But she could not in front of the eyes and she masked herself with the face of grief. "My God."

"My condolences, my lady," the man nodded.

"Thank you," she said huskily. "Might I ask what happened to him?"

"A scuffle at the gentlemen's club," replied the man. "I'm sure you know your husband was neck deep in his debts. I suppose the others had much to drink, and they'd enough of his promises. He was... he was beaten to death."

Beaten to death?

What a satisfying ending, she thought.

She held her breath, forcing the glee to stay dormant. "That is awful."

"A tragedy," the man agreed. "I shall return to set his affairs in order. You might wish to contact his relatives and plan the funeral."

She bowed her head. "Uh... thank you, for informing me, sir. I must erm... I must mourn now."

"Of course, my lady."

The door closed and she turned around, leaning back against it. Her grin grew and her breaths felt light. She walked back into the drawing room.

Prince Jacaerys had his eyebrow raised. "What was the matter?"

"Where is Tommy?" she questioned, noticing the absence of her son.

"He was fussing, so his nursemaid took him for a nap," he explained. "Now will you tell me?"

"My husband is dead," she said, sadness devoid in her manner of speech.

Jacaerys didn't flinch. "Ah. Shame." He sipped his tea.

Her head tilted. "What?"

From what little she knew of him she expected him to be someone of compassion and sympathy, who would react even in the slightest to the news of death. There was nothing she saw in him.

He stayed quiet a moment longer. Then, he looked behind him to ensure the door was closed and rose, until he was centimetres away from her.

Her brows knitted again. She could feel heat between them, and his air on her skin.

"You expect me to feel remorse for a man as vile as he?" Jacaerys inquired. "Knowing that he is the one that has stolen you? That he is the one sharing your bed? The one that has treated you so cruelly? This would be a wonderful coincidence, would it not?"

He was acting like this wasn't an accident, that it wasn't something that happened out of their control.

Oh, she thought for a second time.

"You-

"Yes," he interrupted. "I did. And I would do it a thousand times over."

He lowered down to her now, the tip of his nose brushing hers. "As soon as I met you I knew I did not want the overdressed flamingos the ton had to offer. And to my horror you were married to a shrivelled old prune. I'd never seen someone so undeserving of something, and who was I to let it stand? I had my valet look into him, and I have very dangerous friends. They followed him to his little club and instigated that fatal fight. I've told you before. I am the prince. I get what I want and he stood in the way, so I have given him worse than prison or a hanging. That is what he deserves."

Jacaerys did not give her time to answer, crashing his mouth upon hers with renewed vigour. She'd never been kissed like this before, and never would she imagined by someone like this. This was everything she'd dreamed of as a girl. She sighed, her hands flying to his shoulders to keep her balance. He was more than pleased at her compliance, his tongue flicking out to taste her.

"I have thought of you every waking moment since you departed," he muttered. "Nothing else occupies my heart just so."

They both stumble backwards, until he softly pushed her to the couch. Jacaerys then descended to his knees. His eyes glanced up at hers, searching for rejection. She was unsure what it is he wanted, and leaned down to kiss him again.

He chuckled, pulling away. "No, love," He reached for the hem of her dress. "May I?"

She nodded, inhaling deep when he lifted her skirts. He ran his hands up from her ankles to her thighs, which were covered by her shift. He kissed up her inner thigh. She shivered, waves of goosebumps erupting over her body. This was an entirely different sensation. A throbbing, a need.

He kneaded her thighs slowly, leaving her quivering and curious. Then, carefully, he slipped the shift down, and she was exposed to him. He leaned forward, his lips pressing against her delicacy.

She gasped, her sensation being replaced by something far more… she couldn’t even explain it. He was moving so slow but it was so good, his tongue joining the movement of his mouth in tandem. She felt his nose pressed up against her too, something she found to be strangely arousing.

He looked up for a moment. "Is this all right?"

"Yes," she panted. A sheen coated the lower half of his face, his lips puffy and red. Was that from her?

She moaned out breathlessly, her fingers digging into the edges of the couch. Jacaerys noticed this, and brought her hands to attach to his hair. She tugged at his curls and he groaned, the vibrations travelling through her core.

She fell backwards, an intensity building up. Her grip was tighter now, sending sharp pains onto Jacaerys' scalp, though he seemed to enjoy it.

"Relax," he whispered, sensing her edge was near.

His thumb came into play now, pushing her bud in circles, intensifying what was already so glorious. He was no longer gentle and slow, feasting on her as if it were his last meal. She writhed uncontrollably.

Finally, the pleasure exploded into a finish, wracking across her limbs. She remembered once, when she was sixteen and curious, she happened upon a book that described a similar sensation. Was that what it was? It was better than she’d ever conjured up in her head. She was light and boneless now, out of air.

Jacaerys lapped up what had escaped her. "So sweet," he mumbled, moving up to kiss her. She tasted herself, an unusual tangy flavour.

He cradled her lovingly, and she willingly aligned herself with his hold.

"You will marry me," he said. "I ask children from you, heirs to the throne, and I shall take your son as my own, I will love him just the same, and he will inherit this estate."

"Yes," she agreed.

A new life awaited her. Gone was that wretched man, gone was this gruelling version of living. She would foster love with her prince, and for once, she would be happy.

Tags: @jacespookiebear @kimm4710 @januarybella @jacesvelaryons @diiickbrainn @mirukkuvanilla @ireneispunk @jacaerysgf