#luke velaryon x you

[venusbyline]

PLSPLSPLSPLSPLSPLS make a fic abt the sweet boy Lucerys, fics abt him is literally rare😔🫶🏻

I WILL I PROMISE 😭😭 actually i'm already planning a one shot about him and i'm so so so excited

we need more fics about our sweet boy <3 <3 <3

[lionneee]

Your sworn sword

English is not my first language, please be kind

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•Warnings: fingering, degradation (just a bit), 'just the tip', talking of sexual themes, piv, smut.•

Part 1 -> Part 2

{Request: I have a request! Aemond is send across the narrow sea to be the sworn sword/knight of a (verryy beautiful) princess from a noble house is esso’s. As punishment what he did to lucerys Thanks for reading dear 💙}

To say that Prince Aemond was grumpy was an euphemism.

He was rigid, stoic, and rude.

But your father loved him.

You couldn’t understand why, not after his most recent kill: his little nephew.

You remembered meeting Luke Velaryon once, he was a nice, gentle, kind boy.

His brother Jace was just the same.

Princess Rhaenyra had been invited as a guest at your father’s name day feast with her family, and you remembered spending a nice afternoon with her sons.

You actually kept contact with her youngest child, Jace. You two sometimes sent letters to each other, talking of your days apart.

You would have never said it outloud, but you had a weakness for the boy’s dark, beautiful hair.

But he was promised to her cousin Baela.

As soon as you heard the news, you thought he would have stopped sending you letters, but he didn't, and you almost cried of joy when the next letter came.

Then, your father sided with the greens.

He sided with rude, dangerous people, and named the worst of them as your sworn sword.

When he told you about his choice you begged him, you cried, you did everything you could to try to change his mind but it was all to no avail.

Now, all the other Ladies never sat with you, they were afraid to speak with you, all because of some dark, evil, scary person standing behind you, following every step you took.

It was so obvious how much he hated being a night, yet, he stood his role perfectly.

Aemond was always there, lurking like a shadow behind you, his presence cold and heavy, suffocating your every breath. He never spoke to you unless necessary, never showed any warmth or softness in his voice. There was nothing but formality and distance, a thick wall of indifference that made your skin crawl whenever he was near.

To be fair, the only thing you thought interesting of him was his dragon Vaghar.

Your days had become a game of silence, your once carefree nature now replaced with the constant awareness of his eyes on you. You missed the days when you could write to Jace without a worry, when his words brought you comfort and a glimpse of hope. Now, the letters felt like a secret rebellion, something dangerous, but you couldn’t give them up. They were the only link to a world that still held some warmth.

You still wrote to him, though your letters had become shorter, more cautious. You dared not mention Aemond, or your isolation. Instead, you spoke of mundane things, of books you were reading, of the changing seasons. Jace’s responses, too, had shifted, though he remained kind and attentive. There was always a note of tension, a hint of restraint. You knew he was aware of the shifting tides, of your father's allegiance to the Greens.

 You happily walked in your room, smiling as you held the newest letter on your hand from Jace.

Aemond was walking right behind you, but you couldn’t care.

Jace's letter had just come.

You chuckled to yourself as you closed the door of your room behind you, leaving Aemond outside, guarding your door. 

You jogged to your desk, sitting down on the chair and breaking the sigil, opening with trembling hands the letter.

There were only a few lines written.

You furrowed your brows, confused. He usually wrote at least one page.

Dearest friend,

I assume you have heard of my family’s recent loss, my sweet brother Luke, gone by the hand of my uncle Aemond. 

It saddens me to tell you this, but due to your father’s allegiance and your newest sworn sword, I believe it is time to end our communications.

Jace Velaryon

You felt a pain in your chest.

A deep pain.

You weren’t going to receive any more letters from him. 

I believe it is time to end our communications.

You stood up from your desk, leaving the letter to hit the floor as you ran to your bed, laying face down, your arms crossed under your face as you bursted into tears.

You didn’t eat lunch, you didn’t have dinner. You didn’t want to get up from your bed.

Your maids, even one of your closest friends tried to walk past Aemond to check on you, but he was impenetrable, he wouldn’t let anyone in, not if you didn’t want them to.

His behavior left you speechless.

You knew he was loyal, you knew he was one to do his duty, but the way he stood up for you, not letting anyone in just as you asked, left you almost flattered.

The hours dragged on as you laid in your bed, the room dark and suffocating. The weight of Jace's words still lingered, pressing down on your chest. It was as though the last thread connecting you to the warmth of your past had been severed. You felt utterly alone, the castle walls seeming colder, the silence more deafening.

But outside your door, Aemond remained, steadfast and unmoving. His presence felt different now, less like the shadow you despised and more like an unavoidable part of your life. He had become a constant, whether you liked it or not, and now, oddly, that constancy brought a shred of comfort in your moment of loss.

By the time the moon rose high in the sky, you hadn’t moved from your bed, save to cry quietly into your pillow. The pain of Jace's rejection, not just of you but of the friendship you had cherished, was overwhelming. You couldn’t bring yourself to think of anything else, let alone leave your room.

A soft knock echoed through the thick wooden door. At first, you ignored it, thinking it was another maid or friend trying to check on you, Aemond would have taken care of it in a moment. But after a moment, there was another knock, firm yet measured, followed by a voice, calm, collected, and unmistakably Aemond’s.

 "You haven't eaten." He said, his tone devoid of his usual coldness, though it was still restrained. You laid still, wondering if you could pretend you hadn’t heard him. But the silence lingered too long, and it was clear he wasn’t going to leave. He was your sworn sword, after all, bound to you, whether you liked it or not.

"I’m not hungry." You muttered into your pillow, your voice muffled and thick with the remnants of tears.

There was a pause, a moment of hesitation, which was unlike him. Then, Aemond spoke again, quieter this time. "It has been hours. You should take something, if only to keep your strength."

His words were filled with disinterest despite the meaning of them. He made impossible things possible.

"I don’t want anything." You repeated, more firmly this time. 

The door opened with a loud creek, and Aemond just walked inside. You scoffed, annoyed, but you felt too sad to think about him pissing you off.

“Leave me alone!” You groaned on the mattress, clenching your hands into fists. You could hear him moving in the room.

“That puppy of my nephew is what has reduced you in this state?” He asked, scoffing. You turned your head to look at him, and you saw him looking down at a letter in his hands.

Jace’s letter.

You bolted upright on the bed, fury boiling inside you at the sight of Aemond holding Jace’s letter. His tall, imposing figure seemed even more oppressive in the dim light of your room. His one good eye flicked over the page with a mixture of disdain and cold amusement, while the sapphire in his other socket glinted in the low light.

"Give that back!" you demanded, your voice cracking from the tears and frustration, but Aemond made no move to return the letter. He dropped the letter, letting out another scoff.

“You’re a fool.” He said, his rudeness making you red to your ear.

“How dare you talk to me like that?” You exclaimed, indignited.

“He’s a bastard. You’re sweet on a bastard, the son of my whore sister. That’s foolish.”

You felt your blood boil at his words, each syllable a sharp jab to your heart. “You don’t know anything about me! You think you can judge me just because you think you're so much better than everyone else!?”

He stepped closer, towering over you, his expression a mixture of contempt and something unreadable. “I am better than everyone else. I’m surely better than that boy who has no right on the throne he wants to claim so much.”

Your anger flared, but underneath it was a deep sorrow. “He’s more than just a name or a title! Jace has been kind to me, and you—” you pointed an accusing finger at him, “you are the one who brings darkness wherever you go.”

Aemond’s eye narrowed, the air crackling with tension. “Kindness won’t save you, and neither will that bastard. This world isn’t built on sentiment. It’s built on strength and blood.”

“Strength?” you spat, incredulous. “Strength that comes from killing boys? That’s your idea of strength?”

He looked unfazed, his expression hardening. “Luke was weak. That’s why he’s dead.”

“You’re twisted.” You hissed. “It brings you pleasure, doesn’t it? Being feared, see people looking away from you –” He pushed you back before you could continue, as he started pulling off the upper structure of his armor.

You stumbled back as you looked up at him, confused and stunned, but he pushed you back again as he took off the lower part of his armor, making you fall back on your bed.

“You want to know what brings me pleasure?” He grabbed your ankle, dragging you down the bed until your butt was almost over it. He pushed the skirts of your dress up, exposing your legs.

“What do you think you’re doing?” You tried to close your legs, or pull down the skirts, but he raised your legs up, then he leaned down to grab both your thighs, spreading them apart, pressing his face against your underwear.

“This.” He mumbled against the thin clothing, his nose pressing against a funny spot against you, that made a strange sound come out of your mouth. “This brings me pleasure.” He growled as he pulled down your underwear along with the stockings. “Teaching stupid ladies their places.” He said as he dived his face back between your thighs, now his mouth pressing on that same spot, sucking and rubbing with his tongue, leaving you breathless for a moment, the pleasure was so high and so good you couldn’t speak.

You couldn’t see him, your skirts were covering the view, but you didn’t really care. Not when it felt this good. 

You didn’t think you'd ever felt this good. 

The one who was making you feel good, was a Targaryen Prince, a child murdered, the rider of the largest dragon in the world.

You could only squirm, your mind numbed by the pleasure, slowly overcoming all the alarms your brain was sending you, telling you to push the prince away, to not let him touch you in such an appropriate manner.

But then, all so suddenly it stopped, leaving you panting heavily. You saw Aemond raising his head from between your legs, coming into your field of vision.

His chin was wet, his only eye almost completely black as he looked down at you.

His hands moved on your skin, almost gently, caressing your skin as they moved up, your knees, your ankles. He wrapped his fingers around your ankles, securing your legs raised, your feet by each side of his head.

You should have stopped him.

This was improper, it was a sin. A sin you were committing with the worst man in the Seven Kingdoms.

You wanted to move, kick him back, telling him to stop touching you with his filthy, blood-stained hands, but under the dark gaze of his single eye you couldn’t move.

Aemond tightened the grip on your ankles, suddenly pulling you up so your hips lifted from the mattress. Startled, you let out a weak squeak, gripping the sheets tightly as your body moved forward, the back of your thighs landing harshly against him, your core rubbing against a protuberance on his pants, the impact sending another jolt of pleasure through your body.

“Yeah, you like it.” He hummed to himself as he dropped you back on the mattress. He leaned down, his body making space for himself between your legs as his face came to hover yours. “And you want to feel it more, don't you?” He smirked, looking down at you.

You could feel your face burning because of his words, more likely because of the truthfulness of them, because yes, you wanted to feel it again.

“No-” You mumbled as you looked up at him, directly in his eye, trying to sound firm, but he simply chuckled, grabbing your face with his hand, his fingers digging in the soft skin of your cheeks. “Such a liar. No wonder why my sweet bastard-nephew doesn’t want you.” 

That stang.

Your eyes immediately filled with tears and anger.

“How dare you?” You hissed as you tried to push him off of you, slapping his chest repeatedly, but he only smiled even more.

“There, there…” He hummed as his hand went back underneath your dress, finding you private again. No matter how much you fought, his body was keeping your legs apart, and he seemed impossible to move.

You only stopped when you felt a strange feeling, something filling you in a way you’ve never felt, that made you gasp out loud. You unconsciously let out a moan, your back arched instinctively, as your body almost contorted as he started moving his finger inside you.

“So easy to shut you up, mh?” He asked as he followed your face to be able to see every expression you made. “So easy to put into place.” He added then in a low voice.

You gritted your teeth together, trying to find in you the force to push him off, to not give him the satisfaction he was showing with that damn smile of his, but you couldn’t. The only sounds that came out of your mouth were whines or soft moans as his finger moved faster inside you, caressing everywhere inside you, and eliciting a pure bliss of pleasure.

“Jace is a fool for leaving you.” He said as he looked at you, your eyes half closed, your head leaned back, your lips apart. He didn’t even look like he realized he said that, it was like he was talking to himself and accidentally said it outloud. You turned your head to look at him, finding his eyes fixed on you, staring in appreciation. “You’re a rare beauty.” He said, his voice low and rough.

You blinked slowly, the weight of his words sinking in. A warmth spread across your chest, but you weren’t sure if it was the pleasure or the way his gaze lingered on you. 

No.

You thought to yourself.

Not him.

Please.

But the way he looked at you, like he was looking at the most beautiful thing in the world was doing something to you. It made your stomach clench, your head dizzier.

You’ve been told countless times by suitors that you were a sight to see, a beauty, but it did nothing if not make you blush or feel appreciated.

With Jace you felt your heart beat so loud you feared it could jump out of your chest.

You too were aware of your beauty, but you never thought of it as a rareness.

But now with Aemond Targaryen, the cold, mean, cruel man, who was doing unspeakable things to you, who looked at you like a Goddess, you truly felt like one.

Aemond’s gaze pierced through you, a silent intensity in his expression that made your breath catch in your throat. You wished you could deny the way his presence and actions were affecting you, wished you could ignore the way his words stirred something deep inside. But the truth was undeniable. 

As he slipped his second finger inside your thigh core, you felt it crushing on you. You didn’t know what, but for a moment, you forgot about everything, Jace, the war, Aemond’s sins, your worries, your anger and your sadness, it all vanished by the newfound feeling of ecstasy. You whined louder, making aemond clamp his other hand immediately over your mouth to muffle your sounds as he kept moving your fingers. You looked at him with wide eyes, you didn’t know what had just happened to you, but you wanted to keep feeling it, no matter what cost, you wanted to feel that good again.

He kept pumping his fingers inside you as you saw him starting to move, rub, against your thigh, some hardness pressing and caressing your skin. His brows arched slightly, his eye narrowing slightly as he pressed his hips harder against you, seeking more friction and pressure. 

You’ve never seen a man do a face close to that one.

You’ve never seen Aemond make a face like that, and it was beautiful, it was breathtaking, hypnotizing, you felt like watching him all day as he experienced his pleasure.

He didn’t miss the way you seemed affected, obviously. He looked down at you and found you staring at him, his eye darkened even more, his pupil dilating even more if possible as he clenched his jaw.

“You like this?” He looked down at you, moving his hand from your mouth to your neck, gripping it tightly, but not enough to actually cut your air off. You tilted your head back, wrapping your hands on his wrist and arm, gasping as he slipped his fingers out, passing them over your pearl just to see you squirm, his lips moving into a smirk. “No.” He said as he sat up in his haunches between your legs, forcing you to spread them to make room for his body as he started to undo his pants. “You love it.”

You tried to look down, trying to understand what he was doing but he squeezed your throat into a warning, keeping your head in place. “What are you trying to see, uh?” He growled as he pushed his pants down enough to let his cock spring free. “Such a curious menace, always getting into trouble.” He hissed as he leaned over her to look at you from above. “Always sneaking around, making my life harder.” He gritted his teeth. “Making me chase you.” He raised her skirts to your waist as he aligned his cock to your core, wet and warm, hot.

“No – “ You mumbled as you felt the tip pressing on your skin. “Y-you can’t- We’re not married-” You mumbled as you panted, shaking your head. Aemond smiled down at you, his thumb caressing the skin of her neck. 

“No one will notice.” He said firmly, pushing slightly, making his tip grace the inside your core, just slightly, enough to hear another moan from you. “Just…” He groaned as he repeated the movement, moving his hips forward as his face contorted in pleasure. “... the tip – Fuck –” He groaned as he started moving his hips, the tip of his cock was being sucked in every time by your cunt, as if it was trying to keep him inside. 

It didn’t feel bad.

She did feel like her cunt was being torn apart, but she found the pain mixed to the pleasure extremely pleasing.

It was good.

It was so good.

The pleasure was so overwhelming, so strong, so blissful.

“A-Aemond – “ You bit your lower lip as you arched your back, jerking your hips to find more pleasure as his tip kept slipping out and back in.

Aemond couldn’t tear his eyes off the sight, your core making a wet sound every time he slipped in, your walls forced open to make space for his thick cock, his red tip being welcomed in the warmness of your body, and then the sound of your weak wail every time he pulled back, only enough to be able to push back in.

“Yeah like that –” He growled as he tightened his hand around your neck, his eye still fixed on how your bodies connected, his thrusts regular, calculated and hard.

He was hanging by a thread, and he was showing a great amount of control, just by not slamming his whole long cock inside you, and making you scream in pain and pleasure.

“Grind yourself like a whore –” He snarled as he started rolling his hips faster, the wet sound growing louder along with his pace. “Fuck youre so tight – You’re squeezing me inside - ”

It didn’t bother you the way he called you, the way he spoke. If not, it only aroused you more.

You bit your lower lip harder, and no matter how low you tried to keep your noises, it became impossible as Aemond moved his free hand, using his fingers to circle your pearl, putting just the right amount of pressure. Your back arched violently as you threw your head back, your mouth open in an oval shape, grunts and moans coming out one after another as Aemond tightened his hand around your throat, starting to cut some of your air supplies, your eyes rolled in the back of your head.

It was all so much.

It was all so good.

“Come.” He growled as he finally looked up at you. “Come, before I lose it.” His eye fixed on yours. He looked feral. He looked like a chained animal, that once set free, would have hunted and killed everything in its path. “Come, before absolutely ruin you.” 

It wasn’t like you had any control over it, because when the pleasure reached you in such a hard, strong frisson, you could only surrender to it. Your eyes widened, your mouth opened, but Aemond tightened his hand on your throat even more, killing every sound you could have let out. Your eyes watered as your hips jerked, the pleasure washing over you in devastating waves.

He snarled, letting go of your throat, but you barely had the time to take a deep breathe because you felt a stinging pain, barely muffled by the aftershocks of you climax, as Aemond grabbed tightly your hips and harshly pulled to him, making you slip down on the bed and making his cock thrust completely inside you, as he moaned on top of you.

“So fucking tight.” His voice was strained, his breathing heavy, then, you felt a strange sensation of wetness inside you.

You whined as the bliss of pleasure slowly faded away, leaving you in an uncomfortable pain, so you pushed Aemond away, who retrieved with a groan, slipping out of you.

You slowly sat up, looking at him as your mind slowly registered the last moments. 

Aemond stood up from the bed, tucking himself inside his pants and starting to put his armor back on.

You didn’t say anything in the meanwhile, you just stared down at the bed covers, where you and Aemond were laying till a few seconds before, committing one of the worst sins ever.

A sin that felt so good.

You snapped out of your moment of trance only when you heard the door slam shut, and a strange smell of burned paper in the air. You moved to the end of the bed, on the floor, there was a piece of paper on fire.

Jace’s letter.

Part 2

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[madame-fear]

Imagine lucerys being betrothed to sunshine!reader😭💕 her parents meet with Rhaenyra when she becomes queen to arrange a marriage between lucerys and their youngest daughter, she’s just curious about everything because her parents never let her experience what her older sisters did because they sheltered her at a young girl age but she loves talking and making new friends. She’s so bubbly when greeting everyone like the Targaryens, and she’s not even scared of them because she believes that every one has kindness. And she’s so fascinated by dragons, she immediately comes to look at them and Arrax and Syrax actually like her and Rhaenyra just loves her because she’s kinda like the daughter she’s never had!!

AHHSHHSHD NONNIE thank you for feeding my mind with this !! i literally CAN’T get over this !! 😭

okay but literally imagine, I think everyone would be delighted by how bubbly & endearing you are. First thought I had beforefinishing to read the message, is that Rhaenyra would absolutely ADORE you the very second you greet her in a most respectful manner, with a wide toothy grin growing on your lips— it would take Nyra no time for her to treat you as her own daughter,, she would basically have you under her wing from that very moment.

Knowing that Luke is a little bit shy, I can picture him helplessly smiling at how lovely you simply are. Initially, he would be overwhelmed... But in a good way, of course! Much like his mother — and basically the rest of his family —, Luke would immediatly be swooped off his feet at the sight of, simply, how much of a kind young girl you are, and incredibly respectful as well to each one of his family members, and to him.

I can definitely see Lucerys offering you his arm to walk you around King’s Landing, or the Red Keep, for you to know your way around as you both gleefully chat. In a way, your personality wouod match perfectly with Luke’s— being the one to take him out of his shell, and swiftly improving his mood at the sight of your presence in the same room as he is in.

And since you have a great curiousity for dragons, and they have grown fond of you, perhaps even booping their snouts against your face playfully, Lucerys would take you to the dragonpit to greet them rather often. The way your eyes are simply impressed by the sight of these huge beasts is a loving sight to behold— and he’s most definitely the type to take you on dragonrides on whichever opportunity he has to do so; adoring the way your warm body eagerly holds him as the air delicately hits on your face whilst riding Arrax.

You are just perfect to be the Lady of the Tides, and I’m certain he would be thanking the Seven for gifting him such a wonderful little sunshine as his betrothed.

NONNIE THIS IS NOT ENOUGH,, I LITERALLY NEED TO WRITE A ONE-SHOT ABOUT THIS, WITH YOUR PERMISSION. 🙇‍♀️

[bumblesimagines]

One More Hour

Request: Yes or No

Pronouns: He/Him/His

Summary: As a child, Jace learns the hard way not to mess with his young uncle, Aemond. However, as growing man, he can't help the newfound curiosity.

CW/TW: Targcest/incest (Jace and reader are uncle-nephew), typical Got and HOTD warnings, Jace might feel OOC, takes place in s1, unknown age gap but Jace is like 18/19 and (Y/N) in his early to mid twenties, kinda cheating? (Jace and Baela).

AAHEEEM.

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Jace could do nothing more than stare at his plate with his fists resting over his thighs, one ear listening to the annoying whispering from his uncle while the other desperately tried focusing on the conversations floating around the room. The tension had lessened significantly since everyone first settled down at the dining table for the first time in many years but it did little to prevent Aegon from being a bother. It certainly didn't help that across the table sat his other uncle, (Y/N), who watched the two of them with immense amusement. 

He'd changed since Jace last saw him. No longer a child on the verge of teenagehood but a man-grown talented in sword fighting and the art of making ladies swoon. His silver locks looked vibrant in the warm candlelight and each time Jace glanced upward, his grew captivated with the twinkle of his violet eyes. (Y/N) appeared poised, relaxed and content, with a cup of wine in his hand that he occasionally sipped from as dinner continued. His eyes flickered between observing Jace and checking on his twin, Helaena. 

Jace still vividly remembered the only proper interaction he'd ever had with (Y/N), for the Targaryen often kept to the library or hung around his twin whilst she worked on her embroideries or played with bugs. The two never strayed too far from one another, so much so that it'd surprised Jace when he'd heard the news of Helaena and Aegon's wedding. 

It'd been a warm day full of joy and wonder as Jace and Luke had welcomed their newest baby brother into the family, a sleepy little newborn by the name of Joffery. Of course, despite the wonderful addition to their family, Jace and Luke had plotted with Aegon to prank their uncle, Aemond, whose dragon egg had refused to hatch in the cradle. It was a subject of teasing for them all, harmless and playful in Jace's opinion, but it seemed like not all believed a clumsily put together wings on a pig and offering it over to Aemond had been a fun prank. 

Roughly fifteen minutes had passed and the boys all continued giggling and laughing about it, recounting the look on Aemond's face between snickers, when the door was pushed open and in walked (Y/N) with Helaena trailing behind, her hands cupped and cradling a spider. She barely batted an eye at them, even when (Y/N) strolled up to his older brother and slammed his knee into his groin, only muttering quietly to herself about things the boys couldn't quite understand. 

Jace's amusement in Aegon's pain as he toppled over with a low groan was short-lived, as (Y/N)'s hand curled into a fist and swiftly connected with Jace's jaw. He'd landed the hit well and hard enough for Jace to topple onto the floor as well, crying out in pain as he held a hand to his slowly bruising jaw. Little Luke had attempted to jump to his brother's defense but his smaller frame was easily pushed onto the floor and angry tears sprang into his eyes.

In the end, Rhaenyra and Alicent had argued over who was in the wrong whilst King Viserys lectured them on fighting outside of training. 

But Jace thought of the interaction often, thought of how cool (Y/N) had looked bringing his brother to his knees so easily. Even though his jaw tingled each time the two made eye contact, Jace couldn't help the awe that bubbled in his chest. (Y/N) appeared fully in his element, only observing and providing little input throughout dinner. Regal and with looks that spoke for themselves, such as the one he sent Aegon that forced the older boy back into his chair with a scowl. Otto smiled approvingly. The favorite of his grandchildren, Jace assumed. 

Dinner, however, ended with an outburst covered up to be a speech from Aemond with thinly veiled insults. Their parentage had always been a sore topic for the Velaryon boys and his temper got the best of Jace, prompting him to lash out and cause a stirrup that forced the night to end with all the children instructed to head to their respective bedchambers. 

Jace, of course, fumed all the way to his and Luke's temporary shared bedchambers, although he couldn't find a wink of sleep in his simmering anger and humiliation. Luke had already nearly been brought to tears when their blood had been put to question for courtiers to see by Vaemond Velaryon, they hardly needed a repeat. So, when sleep proved to be a hopeless desire, Jace slipped out into the halls and reacquainted himself with them until he noticed his uncle leaning against the railing of one of the balconies. 

"Uncle," Jace greeted him quietly, the chill of the cool night air bringing goosebumps to his skin. (Y/N) spared him a glance, his attention more captivated by the sky. When Jace squinted through the dark and clouds above, he noticed the silhouettes of two dragons flying together, almost playing from the soft rumbles and half-hearted nips. "Dreamfyre and Grey Ghost get along well, it seems."

"Sometimes I wonder if they're bonded, as Helaena and I are." (Y/N) responded, his voice gentle and soothing to the ear. His eyes tracked the two dragons until they disappeared well above the clouds, finally diverting his attention to his nephew. Jace swallowed under his keen gaze. "The hour is late, Jacaerys, yet you are up."

"So are you." 

"You've seen my reasons." (Y/N) nodded toward the sky. "What are yours, little prince?"

The heat that enveloped his face surprised Jace. "I... I could not sleep." He answered, and hoped the darkness around them hid his reddened skin from the Targaryen. Not many brought such a reaction to him. Sure, there were pretty ladies at court who caught his eye, his newly betrothed among them, but such intense heat...

"Aemond only meant to anger you and you gave him precisely what he wanted. He wishes to get even for what happened in our youth now that he's capable of protecting himself." The rings adorning his fingers glimmered in the moonlight, drawing Jace's gaze to them before it flickered back to his face.

"We were children." Jace insisted. 

"But not toddlers incapable of knowing right from wrong." (Y/N) lifted his brows and Jace fell silent, cheeks puffing out slightly when he scoffed quietly. The Targaryen reached out toward him, fingertips grasping his jaw and running along it until they reached the exact spot his knuckles had met years prior. He grinned. "I taught you a lesson because of it, didn't I, sweet nephew?" 

Jace shivered, unable to tell if the goosebumps were still from the cold or his touch. The cool metals of his rings pressed against Jace's warm skin, the designs engraved in them leaving marks when his hold tightened. His instincts screamed at him to pull away, to create distance between himself and (Y/N), for the gleam in his violet eyes only spelled trouble. Jace remained still, however, unable to break away from the trance.

"Velaryon seed is strong," (Y/N) murmured, his hand moving to touch the brown strands Jace had inherited from his real father, from Harwin Strong. He'd accepted it long ago. He was no fool. If Laenor Velaryon had truly been his father, he and his brothers would share the signature Targaryen look; those beautiful silver locks. "You are no Velaryon, Jace. But your mother's blood makes you a Targaryen." 

"I was raised Velaryon." Jace nearly growled despite the feelings swirling inside him. "My father, Laenor, cared for us-"

"Fuss all you want, Jace. We all know the truth." (Y/N) clicked his tongue and drew closer, hand slipping back to grab his jaws again and hold them, fingertips sinking into his skin with an iron grip that'd likely leave questionable bruises. His lips curled upward in some twisted mix of delight and curiosity. "You may not be Velaryon but you are pretty. I'm sure Father would've insisted you and I wed if you'd been born a lady." He leaned in close enough for their noses to bump and whispered lowly, "You would've been swollen with a babe by now if that'd been the case." 

Jace gaped at him, heat spreading through his body like dragonfire and making his breeches abruptly feel far too tight. His brows knitted together and his hands flew up to slam against (Y/N)'s chest. His uncle willingly released him and stepped back with a short laugh that echoed through the hall. "What makes you think I would've wished for that?" He bristled despite the redness on his cheeks and aching in his stomach. 

"Look at yourself, darling nephew," (Y/N) cooed, invading Jace's personal space again and forcing him against the railing, the roughness of the stone pressing against Jace's palms when he clung onto it. A strangled gasp escaped the brunette when (Y/N)'s hands grasped the underside of his thighs and lifted them, pressing Jace against him. Jace failed to swallow the whimper in his throat when (Y/N) moved his hips against him. Fear invaded his veins at the realization (Y/N) could easily push him over the edge and into an untimely death but it mixed deliciously with everything else. 

"You-"

"What is it, Jace? You look so red." (Y/N) snickered. He truly was the brother of Aemond and Aegon. "Imagine what sweet Baela would think if she saw you like this. I'm sure she'd be horrified and humiliated by her future husband." 

"Fuck you." Jace spat, the grooves and bumps in the railing digging into the skin of his hand. (Y/N) quirked a brow and released Jace's thighs, making him stumble as he regained his footing and released a heavy exhale of relief. His uncle clasped his hands behind his back and chuckled again.

"If that's how you feel, nephew, then I'll bid you goodnight. Safe travels." (Y/N)'s smile morphed into one that could be mistaken for genuine and kind before he turned and headed down the hall to his bedchambers. Jace stared after him, feeling breathless and angry and so annoyingly aroused. 

Digging his teeth into his lip, he peeled himself from the railing and followed the older prince to his bedchambers, his annoyance growing at the way (Y/N) ignored his presence yet allowed him inside his bedchambers. The door slid to a close behind him and Jace's heart fluttered at the smirk (Y/N) sent him over his shoulder. Jace lunged forward, bawling up the collar of his shirt in his hands and tugging him closer, their lips slamming together and teeth almost clacking.

(Y/N)'s bit Jace's lip hard enough to draw a trickle of blood and leaned back. "Behave." He huffed at him. Jace smirked, the blood smearing on his teeth. 

"I don't think so."

It'd been a near hour later when sleep finally crawled up his spine and threatened to lull him into a deep slumber. His lips felt swollen and tinted red from blood; the skin across his body was littered with suckled bruises and teeth marks; his jaw and hips ached with a burn Jace had never felt before; his throat felt hoarse and in desperate need of rest. Thoroughly exhausted and with the events at dinner temporarily erased from his mind, just as he wanted. 

(Y/N) remained laying on top of him with his chest pressed to Jace's back and made no move to release Jace from his tight hold. Jace hardly minded despite the aching and the part of him that whined for milk of the poppy to soothe him. His cheek nuzzled against the spit and sweat-drenched pillow, hardly paying attention to anything other than the feeling of (Y/N) on and in him. 

"What a shame." (Y/N) purred teasingly, his breath tickling Jace's ear. "I thought it'd take a little more to break you."

[the-fiction-witch]

Boys

Media - House Of The Dragon Characters - Lucerys Velaryon & Jacaerys Velaryon Couples - Lucerys X Reader & Jacaerys Velaryon x Reader Reader - (OC) Vaella Targaryen (Eldest Daughter of Laena and Daemon) Rating - Flirty Word Count - 1997

It had been a long day in Dragonstone, and both Jacaerys and Lucerys knew they were in trouble. After a fight with some knights, they both sat in their sibling's chambers, unhappy and unsettled. They knew once their mother returned from her visit to Kings Landing they were going to get it. The two sat on their beds nursing their wounds in their shared chamber.

But their door opened, both boys raised their heads Jacaerys with a black eye, the Lucerys with a bleeding nose, and the Velayon boys gulped suddenly realizing they were going to be getting it far sooner than they had hoped.

Vaella, their cousin and half-sister walked into their room with purpose. Dressed as usual in her long black and red velvet dress with her curls pulled back with a matching bow. She walks to stand in the centre of both their beds, crosses her arms and glares, "Explain. Before I send a raven to your mother."

Jacaerys spoke up immediately a bit intimidated by her "No, you can't tell our mother," he said.

"Please," Lucerys added quickly. "It was just a small fight, nothing serious."

"explain. What happened. Quickly" she demanded,

The boys exchanged a look and Jace sighed. "It was just a small fight, really. " He said, "A knight made a comment and we lost our temper."

Luke fidgeted with a piece of the sheet. "It's fine, Vaella," he said quietly. "You don't need to get involved."

"which knight was it?" she asked,

"Ser Pyter Thornwood," Jace muttered, frowning.

Luke also scowled at the name. "He's an ass," he added.

"What did he say?" she asked,

Luke's face reddened, and he looked down at the sheets,

Jace swallowed, his expression darkening. "He... he called us bastards and princes of brothel," he said quietly.

She nodded silently a moment before she finally spoke "Alright. Next time just tell me. You won't have any trouble from him again,"

"You're gonna teach him a lesson?" luke asked,

"... Better. I'll remove his tounge" she snapped

Both boys just stared, surprised at the anger in her voice, and how easily she had spoken of such a cruel fate for the knight.

Luke looked down after a moment.

Jace, on the other hand, tried to remain aloof, though his voice was a little more gentle when he spoke. "You don't have to do that," he said quietly. "I don't need you to defend me," he tried to act tough.

"Who said I'm defending you? A remark on either of you is a remark on your mother who is queen and any remarks against either of you is treason." She explained "That and any snark against you boys is a snark against our family, myself included. If people are allowed to start insulting the two of you over rumours of parentage how long before he turns on the twins too, on me, on Aegon and viserys. This doesn't end with you two it's a snark against us all."

All of that had never occurred to either of the boys. They knew they were targets, but they hadn't thought about everyone else.

Jace's shoulders sagged a little, and he looked guilty.

Luke, on the other hand, actually looked nervous. "They wouldn't do that," he said, but a hint of fear was now in his voice.

"They would. That's why we end this before it begins." She nodded,

Jace nodded slowly, finally convinced but Luke still looked a bit worried.

"But the tongues? Wouldn't that be a little extreme?" luke asked anxiously.

"he can't insult anyone without a tounge." She shrugged,

"... That's true," he reluctantly admitted. Both brothers knew that once Vaella 's mind was set in something, there was no going back. The only thing they could do was make sure she didn't act rashly. "Are... are you going to do it right now?" Luke asked warily.

"Probably tonight, once he gets drunk enough to not scream as loudly" she shrugged

Luke winced at how casually she spoke.

Jace, on the other hand, looked intrigued, but a part of him still felt a twinge of guilt at the thought of Ser Thornwood losing his tongue. "Won't there be consequences?" He asked.

"Never had any before" she shrugged

Both boys were a bit taken aback. "Before?" Jace repeated, looking at her in astonishment.

"You did this before?" Luke added, a hint of awe in his voice.

"... Did you never question what happened to that knight that called you both bastards back in King's Landing? You think he just disappeared?"

They both exchanged a look. They could guess what happened to that knight, but he had never confirmed it.

"That was you?" Jace asked.

"I... you... didn't tell us," Luke admitted hesitantly. "That's very badass."

"thank you, but you can thank Starburn. She ate him"

They both grimaced; still getting used to the idea of a giant dragon eating a person, even if they deserved it.

"You... you fed him to Starburn?" Luke asked faintly, his face pale.

"I did, he begged for mercy like a bitch. It was funny" she chuckled "And I was slowly poisoning Aemond until your mother moved us away from King's Landing. Still have someone working on it though"

Luke actually gaped at her. He looked a mixture between horrified and impressed - mainly the former.

Jace, on the other hand, just looked amused. "You've been poisoning Aemond ?" He asked, clearly entertained.

"yeah for like six years, it's why his eye never heals,"

"And no one's noticed? You haven't been caught?" Jace asked, eyebrows raised.

Luke was speechless; his mind was racing with all this information he had suddenly received.

"you two seem to forget I have Daemon as a father. I feel like you should be less surprised" she chuckled,

"You're his daughter, all right," Jace said at last.

Luke nodded slowly, and his voice was a bit tentative. "You're not... going to poison us, are you?"

"awww," she cooed giving both boys a kiss on the cheek "like I'd tell you if I was" she chuckled

They both shuddered slightly as she kissed their cheeks and exchanged a look; Luke looked slightly more alarmed than Jace.

Jace rolled his eyes, but his voice had a hint of amusement as he said, "You're worse than Daemon, you know."

"awww you get an extra kiss for such a nice compliment" she chuckled giving Jace another kiss

Jace scowled slightly as she gave him another kiss but a hint of a grin played on his lips. He pushed her away slightly, with a grumble that was less than convincing. "Knock it off."

Luke had regained some more colour in his cheeks, and there was a hint of a smile on his face. "And what about me ?" He asked slyly.

"do you have a nice compliment for me too?" She asked Luke

The youngest prince hesitated for a moment, and then he looked up at her with his big eyes. "You're... clever and brave," he said quietly. "And you're one of the people I trust the most," he added timidly.

Jace huffed, as if to say 'suck up', but remained silent.

"aww that's very sweet Luke" she smiled giving his lips a little peck and tussling his hair

A blush spread across Luke's face

Jace rolled his eyes, but he didn't look quite as annoyed now. "You're spoiling him, you know?" He said in a dry voice.

"oh? Jealous Jacaerys?" She raised an eyebrow

Jace's scowled, his expression shifting to defensive immediately. "Jealous of what? He's a baby."

Luke protested indignantly. "I am not a baby," he said hotly.

"Jace. Do you or do you not want a kiss too?" she asked,

Jace flushed slightly, his cheeks turning pink, and he had the decency to look embarrassed. "I... I don't need a kiss," he muttered, stubbornly avoiding her gaze.

"but did you want one?"

"No," he said firmly, still refusing to look at her.

Luke looked highly amused, and there was a hint of a smirk on his face. "He wants one," he said slyly.

"suit yourself," she chuckled "Luke? Would you like another kiss?"

Luke's eyes widened slightly, like he couldn't believe he was being offered another kiss. He was still reeling from the first one, and the prospect of another made his cheeks flush. He looked at her and nodded shyly, his voice quiet. "Yes, please-"

"Hey!" Jace protested, feeling somewhat betrayed.

"you were asked and you said no" she chuckled to Jace before giving Luke another sweet kiss

Jace just huffed, clearly frustrated by his own stubbornness.

Luke was blushing again, but there was a dreamy smile on his lips as she kissed him. He looked like he had just been given the best gift in the world.

"That's not fair," Jace pointed out, in a slightly petulant voice.

"how? I asked if you wanted a kiss you said no. I asked him if he wanted a kiss he said yes so he got a kiss. What's about that isn't fair Jace?"

Jace grumbled, clearly annoyed by her logic. He knew he had no response to that, and his pride wasn't going to allow him to admit he wanted a kiss from her.

There was a hint of a smile on Luke's face; he was clearly enjoying watching his brother's frustration.

"Ugh," Jace groaned. "This is ridiculous. You - you know I want a kiss too!" Jace's voice was full of frustration, and a hint of embarrassment as he glanced at Luke, who was looking completely smug.

"well why didn't you say you wanted a kiss?"

"Because I'm not going to ask for one," he huffed sulkily.

Luke snickered from his bed, clearly finding everything very entertaining.

"don't ask, don't get." She chuckled before setting he hand son Jace's strong shoulders and giving him a long heated kiss "there happy Velaryon now?" She teased him

Jace's eyes widened as she pressed her lips against his. Every protest and stubborn pride vanished as soon as he felt the heat of her kiss. He returned the kiss eagerly, his arms wrapping around her waist and pulling her closer. He was flushed and a bit breathless when she finally pulled back. "Very," he replied in a slightly hoarse voice.

"good," she chuckled "now if you two are done and have had enough kisses I have a knight to go and deal with"

Luke looked a little disappointed, but he nodded reluctantly.

Jace, on the other hand, looked a bit reluctant to let her go, his arms still wrapped around her waist. "Must you go right now?" He asked in a voice that was almost a whine.

"well, what else am I to do?"

Jace huffed, still holding her in his strong arms, reluctant to let her go. He looked like he wanted to say something probably along the lines of "stay here with me, don't go." but he knew deep down she would never listen.

Luke was silent as well; a bit sad that she had to go he would have very much preferred it if she stayed, so he just bit his lip and looked down.

"how about this, I shall go and deal with this knight. And when I'm done I'll come back and we can have a cuddle all three of us?"

Both the boys' eyes lit up at that. The idea of a cuddle with her was certainly very enticing.

Jace nodded eagerly, his annoyance replaced by excitement at the prospect of her returning to them. "Okay," he said eagerly, still holding her.

Luke was smiling again, clearly looking forward to it. "Yeah," he agreed quickly.

"right then you boys be good" she cooed giving them both a sweet kiss before she headed out of their chambers

Jace and Luke both looked flushed, but their cheeks were still slightly tinged pink after her lingering kiss.

They watched her leave, both of them feeling strangely bereft in her absence. But they could be confident that she'd come back, and then they'd get to spend some more time with her. They both settled comfortably into their beds debating as boys do over who got the better kisses, and patiently waiting for her return. 

[meteoramp3]

me after accidentally publishing an unfinished draft AGAIN:

[mmelolabelle]

My favourite lucemond dynamic is when they’re characterised as having very different reactions to committing ✨atrocities✨

Aemond: I am a monster. This is the price I pay for mine and my family’s ambitions and to keep the people I love safe. If I am to be called ‘evil’ by all men then so be it - let me be evil.

Lucerys: Idk man for me it was just ‘Tuesday’. Anyway—

[n-i-m-u-e]

luke:*tries to ask aemond on a date again* please, please, pleeeeaaaas! i swear... aemond:*through gritted teeth* gods, haven't i suffered enough already? i said no! luke: come on, uncle, i'm not going to let go until you say yes! i know how to be persistent- aemond:*holding on to the last of its strength* and still no! luke: why "no"? i already apologised and you said you forgave me! or was it a lie? aemond: merciful fuckING GODS! YOU'RE THIRTEEN, LUKE! THAT'S WHY! YOU'RE FUCKING THIRTEEN! luke: ... luke:*very offended* well i didn't realize you were so superstitious

[novaursa]

- Note: So, I'll give this a go here. Those who followed my work on AO3 will notice some changes, but the gist is the same. Also, please be kind. If you don't like it, just scroll over it. I post stuff for people to enjoy them and escape the burdens of their lives with me for a while. There is no grand conspiracy here. Just read and relax. Also, this is an AU fanfic and my own personal toxic blend of the show and the book(s).

- Title: zōbrie ānogar

- Rating: Explicit (18+)

- Romance: (Aegon II/OFC)

- Warning: All flags are up for this work. Aegon is also a warning on his own.

- Summary: It was written by Archmaester Gyldayn that on the day Princess Vaella Targaryen was born she was supposed to die. Until she fed upon her twin, Baelon. And when she turned one and five, she sought her end in the lair of Cannibal, in Dragonmont. But instead of feasting upon her, the dragon wept with her. And Archmaester had written a lengthy thesis on how wild dragon recognized a kindred soul in the Princess, as they both dined on their kin.

- Word count: 9 000+

- Parts: 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, Final

Part 1

The air was thick with anticipation and the clang of swords as the tournament raged on in the fields outside King's Landing. Knights clashed in the lists, banners fluttered, and the crowd roared, their cheers echoing through the castle walls. Yet inside the royal chambers, the atmosphere was tense and fraught with fear.

Queen Aemma Arryn was in labor, her cries of pain mingling with the distant sounds of celebration. King Viserys I Targaryen paced the length of the chamber, his hands clenched into fists at his sides, worry etched deeply into his face. This was the moment he had long awaited, the birth of his male heir. But the labor was not progressing as it should.

Maester Mellos hovered nearby, his brow furrowed as he consulted with the midwives. "The babe is in breech, Your Grace," he said, his voice grave. "We cannot turn it. If we do not act soon, we will lose them both."

Viserys halted, his heart pounding. "What can be done?" he demanded, though he feared the answer.

"We can attempt to save the child," Mellos replied, his tone heavy with the weight of the decision. "But it will mean sacrificing the queen."

The king's breath caught in his throat. He looked at Aemma, her face pale and slick with sweat, her eyes filled with agony and desperation. She had given him so much, had borne the burden of his ambitions and dreams. And now, he was faced with a choice that would haunt him forever.

"Aemma," he whispered, kneeling beside her and taking her hand. "My love, they say... they say they can save the babe."

Aemma's eyes met his, wide with fear and pain. "Do what you must," she gasped. "Save our child, Viserys. Promise me."

Viserys felt his heart shatter, but he nodded, pressing a kiss to her trembling hand. "I promise."

The maester and midwives moved quickly, their faces set with grim determination. Viserys stood back, his hands shaking, as they prepared for the terrible task. He could hear the clamor of the tournament outside, a cruel reminder of the celebration that had turned into a nightmare.

The room was filled with the sounds of Aemma's cries and the maester's steady instructions. Viserys felt his world narrowing to this moment, every second stretching into an eternity. And then, a piercing wail broke through the tension.

"It's a boy," one of the midwives exclaimed, holding up the tiny, wriggling form. The babe's cry was strong, a sign of life and promise.

Viserys felt a brief surge of relief, but it was short-lived. "Wait," the maester said, his eyes widening in surprise. "There is another."

The midwives worked quickly, and soon another child was brought into the world, a girl this time, smaller and silent. The room fell into a hushed silence as they examined her, worry etched on their faces.

"She is not crying," one of the midwives whispered, her voice trembling.

Viserys stepped forward, his heart aching. "Vaella," he said softly, naming her after an ancient Targaryen ancestor. "My daughter, Vaella."

The maester nodded, though his expression remained grave. "She lives, but she is weak."

The twins were placed side by side, Baelon strong and crying, while Vaella lay silent and still. Viserys looked down at them, his heart torn between joy and sorrow. He reached out to touch Vaella's tiny hand, and in that moment, her eyes fluttered open, indigo and bright, meeting his with a quiet intensity.

"She will be strong," he murmured, a fierce determination filling him. "She will live."

The room was filled with the mingled sounds of the babes and the distant roar of the tournament, a poignant reminder of the life and death that intertwined in the halls of power. Viserys knew that this day would be remembered, not just for the birth of his heirs, but for the choices and sacrifices that had marked its passing.

...

A few hours later, Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen arrived at the nursery, her heart heavy with grief for her mother. She had loved Aemma deeply and the pain of her loss cut through her like a blade. The celebrations outside had turned into whispers of tragedy, and the joy of new life was mingled with the sorrow of death.

Rhaenyra’s steps were slow and measured as she walked through the halls, her mind reeling from the news. She understood, intellectually, why her father had made the choice he did, but it did little to soothe the anger and resentment boiling within her. She had wanted a brother, yes, but not at the cost of her mother’s life. And now, not only had she lost her mother, but her father had chosen a name for her sister without consulting her. She had wanted her sister to be named Visenya, after their legendary ancestor.

As she entered the nursery, she found the room softly lit and quiet, save for the occasional murmur of the maids tending to the infants. Rhaenyra’s gaze fell first upon her brother, Baelon, lying peacefully in his cradle, a small dragon egg nestled beside him, warm and glowing with promise.

"He's so small," she whispered to herself, reaching out to touch Baelon's tiny hand. His fingers curled around hers instinctively, and she felt a pang of tenderness mixed with her sorrow.

Then, she turned her attention to the cradle beside her brother's. Her newborn sister, Vaella, lay there, wide awake and silent. Vaella was pale, almost translucent, with an ethereal quality that unsettled Rhaenyra. Unlike Baelon, there was no dragon egg to keep her warm, yet the babe seemed content, her indigo eyes staring up at Rhaenyra with a calm intensity.

Rhaenyra knelt beside the cradle, her heart aching. "Hello, Vaella," she said softly, her voice trembling. "I'm your sister, Rhaenyra."

"Hello, little sister," Rhaenyra said softly, reaching out to gently stroke Vaella’s cheek. The baby did not react, her gaze unblinking. "Father named you Vaella, but I would have called you Visenya. A name worthy of a queen."

Vaella’s tiny hand moved slightly, as if reaching out, and Rhaenyra took it gently in her own. She marveled at how small and delicate Vaella was, a stark contrast to the strong and robust Baelon.

"She doesn't cry," one of the maids said quietly, approaching Rhaenyra. "She hasn't made a sound since she was born."

Rhaenyra nodded, her eyes never leaving Vaella's face. "She will be strong," she said, echoing her father's earlier words. "She has to be."

The maid hesitated before speaking again. "Your Grace, we were instructed to place a dragon egg in Vaella's cradle as well, but..."

"But what?" Rhaenyra asked, her tone sharp.

"We couldn't find one that seemed... right," the maid replied, her voice faltering. "The eggs are all warm, but none of them felt suitable for her."

Rhaenyra’s gaze hardened. "Then find one," she ordered. "She deserves the same chance as Baelon."

The maid bowed her head and quickly left the room. Rhaenyra turned back to Vaella, her expression softening. "I wanted you to be named Visenya. A name worthy of a queen," she whispered, brushing a finger gently across Vaella's cheek. "But Vaella is a strong name too. You will make it strong."

Vaella’s eyes remained fixed on her, unblinking and serene. Rhaenyra felt a strange sense of calm wash over her, as if the silent babe was imparting some of her tranquility.

She leaned closer, her voice a soft murmur. "I will protect you, Vaella. I will protect both of you. Mother's gone, but you have me. And I will not let anything happen to you."

Rhaenyra stayed there, watching over her siblings, her heart heavy with the weight of her promises and the sorrow of her loss. She knew that the days ahead would be fraught with challenges and dangers, but in that quiet moment, surrounded by the fragile beginnings of new life, she found a glimmer of hope and determination.

The nursery was a haven of calm amidst the storm, and as the first light of dawn began to filter through the windows, Rhaenyra vowed that she would honor her mother's memory by standing strong for her family, no matter the cost.

...

The next day dawned with a hushed stillness that seemed to permeate the entire Red Keep. The jubilation of the previous day had been tempered by the tragedy of Queen Aemma's death, but the court still held a flicker of hope in the promise of the newborn twins. Servants moved quietly through the halls, attending to their duties with a solemn air.

In the nursery, the maids and servants who had tended to the twins throughout the night were greeted by a scene of unexpected and harrowing sorrow. The once lively Baelon, who had been sleeping peacefully beside his dragon egg, was now eerily still in his cradle. His tiny chest no longer rose and fell with breath, his eyes closed in eternal slumber.

The discovery sent a shockwave through the nursery. Gasps of horror and grief filled the room as the realization settled in. The King's heir, his long-awaited son, was dead. The dragon egg that had been placed beside him now seemed like a cruel mockery of the life that had been so abruptly extinguished.

"Fetch the Maester," one of the servants choked out, her hands trembling as she tried to comprehend the tragedy before her. "Quickly!"

Maester Mellos arrived swiftly, his face a mask of concern as he took in the scene. He approached Baelon's cradle with a heavy heart, gently placing his fingers against the babe's tiny neck, hoping against hope for a sign of life. There was none. He bowed his head, his heart sinking with the weight of the loss.

As Mellos turned to the cradle beside Baelon's, a sudden and piercing wail filled the air. It was a sound so unexpected and startling that it caused everyone in the room to freeze. Vaella, the silent and still babe, had come alive with a cry that seemed to resonate with a power far beyond her fragile form.

"By the Seven," Mellos muttered, his eyes wide with astonishment. He moved to Vaella's side, noting the newfound vitality in her eyes, the strength in her cries. She was more alive now than she had been since her birth.

The servants exchanged uneasy glances, their grief for Baelon now mingled with a sense of unease. Mellos looked down at the wailing Vaella, his mind racing. It was an old superstition, a whisper from the past: when one twin died, the other sometimes took their soul, their strength. It was said to be a bad omen, a dark portent.

Mellos kept his thoughts to himself, though the notion unsettled him deeply. "It is a tragedy," he said aloud, his voice steady despite the turmoil within. "The Princess Vaella has found her voice, it seems, but the loss of Prince Baelon is a heavy blow to us all."

One of the servants, a young woman with tear-streaked cheeks, looked at Mellos with a mixture of fear and confusion. "What does it mean, Maester?" she asked. "Why now?"

Mellos sighed, shaking his head. "I do not know," he admitted. "But we must inform the King. This loss... it will cripple him."

The servants nodded solemnly, their hearts heavy with the task ahead. As they prepared to deliver the devastating news to King Viserys, Mellos turned back to Vaella. The babe had quieted, her cries giving way to a strange, serene silence. He couldn't shake the feeling that something profound had shifted in the balance of life and death within this room.

"I will note this in my journal," Mellos murmured to himself, making a mental note to document the strange events surrounding the twins. He would keep his suspicions to himself for now, but the memory of Vaella's piercing wail would haunt him for years to come.

As the maids and servants moved to carry out their somber duties, the weight of the tragedy settled over the Red Keep like a shroud. The joyous celebrations of new life had been overshadowed by death, and the realm would feel the ripples of this loss for years to come. King Viserys, now a father and a widower, would have to navigate the treacherous waters of grief and responsibility, his heart forever marked by the sorrow of this day.

...

The day of the funeral dawned cold and overcast, the sky heavy with clouds that mirrored the somber mood of the assembled mourners. All gathered before the grand pyre that had been erected outside the Red Keep, a stark testament to the loss of both Queen Aemma and Prince Baelon. The scent of incense and the crackling of torches filled the air, but a profound silence hung over the gathering, broken only by the distant sound of waves against the shore.

King Viserys stood closest to the pyre, his shoulders slumped and his eyes red-rimmed from sleepless nights of weeping. His grief was a palpable thing, weighing down the very air around him. He seemed almost a ghost of himself, hollowed out by the dual tragedies that had befallen him.

A little further down, Rhaenyra stood with her newborn sister Vaella cradled in her arms. She held the babe tightly, as if drawing strength from her tiny, warm presence. Vaella was silent, her indigo eyes wide and watchful, taking in the scene with an uncanny stillness.

Behind Rhaenyra, Prince Daemon Targaryen watched with a mixture of sorrow and concern. He stepped forward, placing a hand gently on Rhaenyra’s shoulder. "It's time," he said softly. "Your father needs you now."

Rhaenyra turned her tear-streaked face towards her uncle, her eyes filled with a mixture of pain and resignation. "I will never be a son," she whispered, her voice trembling. "And neither will Vaella."

Daemon's expression softened, and he squeezed her shoulder reassuringly. "You are stronger than any son, Rhaenyra. And your father needs that strength now more than ever."

Taking a deep breath, Rhaenyra nodded. She stepped forward, feeling the weight of her duty pressing down upon her young shoulders. She could feel the eyes of the gathered nobles and courtiers upon her, their silent expectation adding to her burden. She glanced at her father, who seemed lost in his own world of sorrow, barely aware of his surroundings.

With tears streaming down her face, Rhaenyra looked up at Syrax, her beloved dragon, who waited patiently beside the pyre. The golden beast’s eyes glowed with a fierce intelligence, and she seemed to understand the gravity of the moment.

"Dracarys," Rhaenyra commanded, her voice breaking.

In an instant, Syrax unleashed a torrent of dragonfire. The flames roared to life, consuming the pyre in a brilliant blaze that lit up the overcast sky. The heat was intense, and the air filled with the acrid scent of burning wood and flesh. The mourners stepped back, shielding their faces from the searing heat, but Rhaenyra stood her ground, her eyes fixed on the flames.

The crackling of the fire was accompanied by the soft sobs and murmurs of those gathered. The loss of their queen and the young prince was a blow to the realm, and the grief of the people was a reflection of the profound sorrow felt by their king.

Rhaenyra looked down at Vaella, her tiny face illuminated by the firelight. "You are all I have left of her," she whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to her sister’s forehead. "I will protect you, always."

Vaella gazed up at her, silent and solemn, as if she understood the weight of her sister's words. Rhaenyra felt a fierce protectiveness surge within her. She might never be the son her father had wished for, but she would be strong for him, for her family, and for her realm.

As the pyre burned, Rhaenyra stood with her sister in her arms, a silent vow forming in her heart. She would honor her mother's memory, and she would ensure that Vaella grew up knowing the love and strength that had defined their mother. The flames roared higher, a testament to the fire that burned within the Targaryen bloodline, a fire that Rhaenyra vowed would never be extinguished.

...

Six months had passed since the tragic deaths of Queen Aemma and Prince Baelon, and King Viserys had made a decision that shocked the realm. He chose to marry Alicent Hightower, the daughter of his Hand, Otto Hightower. This alliance was seen by many as a strategic move to stabilize the kingdom, but it also stirred whispers and discontent among the nobles. In a further surprising move, Viserys named his daughter Rhaenyra as the heir to the Iron Throne, a decision that defied tradition and set tongues wagging throughout Westeros.

Another year passed, and Queen Alicent gave birth to a son, Aegon. The realm celebrated the birth of a male heir, but the decision to place him in the nursery with Vaella, who continued to grow normally and thrive, added an interesting dynamic to the royal family. Despite Rhaenyra's attempts to give her sister a dragon egg to hatch, Vaella showed no interest in any of them. After several unsuccessful tries, Rhaenyra stopped bringing the eggs, accepting that Vaella was different in her own way.

The connection between Aegon and Vaella was immediate and profound. Vaella's quiet presence seemed to calm the newborn prince, who basked in the comfort of his half-sister's company. This bond often agitated Rhaenyra, who felt a mixture of protectiveness and jealousy. She would frequently 'steal' Vaella away from the nursery, taking her for walks around the Red Keep or in the gardens, much to the dismay and complaints of the servants. Aegon would become fussy and cry until Vaella was returned to him, a fact that both frustrated and amused Rhaenyra.

One sunny afternoon, Rhaenyra and Vaella were walking through the lush gardens of the Red Keep. The scent of blooming flowers filled the air, and the gentle rustling of leaves provided a serene backdrop. Vaella, now a curious toddler with pale blonde hair and indigo eyes, held tightly to Rhaenyra's hand, her steps wobbly but determined.

"Do you like the flowers, Vaella?" Rhaenyra asked, kneeling down to pick a bright red rose and handing it to her sister.

Vaella nodded, her eyes wide with wonder as she examined the flower. "Pretty," she murmured, her voice soft and clear.

Rhaenyra smiled, but her expression quickly turned somber. "You know, sometimes I wish things were different," she said, more to herself than to Vaella. "I wish Mother were here to see you grow. She would have loved you so much."

Vaella looked up at her sister, her indigo eyes filled with an understanding far beyond her years. "Mama," she said simply, reaching up to touch Rhaenyra's face.

Rhaenyra's heart ached with the weight of her sister's innocence and the loss they both shared. "Yes, Mama," she whispered, hugging Vaella tightly. "But you have me, and I will always be here for you."

As they continued their walk, they passed a group of servants who were nervously whispering among themselves. One of them, a young maid, approached Rhaenyra hesitantly. "Your Grace, Prince Aegon is very fussy. He won't stop crying without Princess Vaella."

Rhaenyra sighed, feeling the familiar pang of frustration. "He can wait a little longer," she replied curtly. "Vaella needs fresh air and sunshine."

The maid bowed her head, retreating with a worried glance. Rhaenyra led Vaella to a shaded bench under a sprawling oak tree, lifting her sister onto her lap. "You know, Vaella, sometimes I feel like I can't do anything right," she confessed, brushing a strand of hair from Vaella's face. "But when I'm with you, it feels like everything is okay."

Vaella looked up at her with a solemn expression. "Love Nyra," she said, wrapping her small arms around her sister's neck.

Rhaenyra felt tears prick her eyes, but she blinked them away, smiling through her sadness. "And I love you, my sweet Vaella," she whispered. "Always."

As they sat together in the peaceful garden, the bond between the sisters grew stronger, a beacon of light amidst the complexities of court life and the looming shadows of their past. The challenges ahead were many, but in each other's company, they found solace and strength to face whatever the future held.

...

Two years had passed, and Vaella continued to grow normally, blossoming into a lively child. She spent her days in the company of her half-brother Aegon, who refused to be parted from her for long. This inseparable bond often infuriated Rhaenyra, who cherished her moments alone with Vaella but had to contend with Aegon's tantrums whenever his sister was taken away.

Despite Rhaenyra's best efforts, Aegon and Vaella were rarely separated. The young prince's attachment to his half-sister was so strong that the servants, exasperated by Aegon's constant cries, eventually allowed the two children to sleep in the same crib. It was the only way to ensure Aegon's peaceful slumber.

In the royal chambers, Alicent Hightower, now visibly pregnant with her second child, often expressed her concerns to King Viserys about this arrangement. One evening, as she lay in bed with Viserys beside her, she broached the subject once more.

"This is not healthy, Viserys," Alicent said, her voice tinged with frustration. "Aegon is far too dependent on Vaella. They should not be sleeping in the same crib. It's not proper."

Viserys, weary from the day's duties, sighed and rubbed his temples. "They're just children, Alicent. They'll grow out of it. Let them be."

Alicent's eyes flashed with irritation. "It's not just about them growing out of it. It sets a bad precedent. Aegon should be learning to be independent, not clinging to his sister all the time."

Viserys shrugged, clearly not wanting to engage in another argument. "They're happy, and they're safe. That's all that matters."

Alicent opened her mouth to retort, but then thought better of it. Instead, she turned away, fuming silently. Her pregnancy had made her more sensitive to the disturbances in the household, and Aegon's dependency on Vaella was just one of many concerns weighing on her mind.

Meanwhile, in the nursery, Rhaenyra watched as Aegon and Vaella played together. Aegon's laughter echoed through the room as Vaella chased him, her own giggles filling the air. Rhaenyra felt a mix of love and exasperation as she approached them.

"Vaella, come with me," Rhaenyra said, holding out her hand. "Let's go for a walk."

Aegon's face immediately crumpled, and he clung to Vaella. "No! Vaella stays here!"

Rhaenyra's patience was wearing thin. "Aegon, you can't always have her with you. She needs to spend time with me too."

Aegon shook his head vehemently, his eyes filling with tears. "No! Vaella stays!"

Rhaenyra sighed, knowing that any attempt to separate them would end in another tantrum. She knelt down and gently pried Aegon's hands from Vaella. "I'll bring her back soon, I promise."

As she led Vaella out of the nursery, the sound of Aegon's wails echoed down the hallway. The servants exchanged resigned looks, knowing it was only a matter of time before Vaella would be brought back to soothe the young prince.

In the gardens, Rhaenyra and Vaella walked hand in hand. The sunlight filtered through the leaves, casting dappled shadows on the path. Rhaenyra looked down at her sister, her heart aching with a mix of love and frustration.

"Why do you let him cling to you so much, Vaella?" Rhaenyra asked, her tone softer now that they were alone. "Don't you want to have time just for us?"

Vaella looked up at her with wide, innocent eyes. "Aegon needs me," she said simply, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. "He cries when I'm not there."

Rhaenyra's heart softened at her sister's words. She knelt down to Vaella's level, brushing a strand of hair from her face. "I know he does, but I need you too, Vaella. You're my sister, and I love you."

Vaella smiled and wrapped her arms around Rhaenyra's neck. "I love you too, Nyra. Always."

As they embraced, Rhaenyra felt a renewed sense of determination. She would find a way to balance her love for Vaella with the demands of their unusual family dynamic. No matter the challenges, she would protect and cherish her sister, just as she had promised on that fateful day by the pyre.

Back in the royal chambers, Alicent lay awake, her thoughts troubled. She placed a hand on her growing belly and sighed. The future seemed more uncertain than ever, but she vowed to do whatever it took to ensure the safety and well-being of her children. As she drifted off to sleep, her mind remained filled with the complexities of their intertwined destinies, each step a delicate dance in the ever-shifting sands of power and family.

...

Vaella was six years old, and her fascination with dragons had only grown with time. Despite her lack of interest in dragon eggs, her eyes would light up whenever she saw Syrax, Rhaenyra’s majestic golden dragon. One crisp morning, Rhaenyra decided it was time for her sister to experience the thrill of flying.

Rhaenyra led Vaella to the Dragonpit, where Syrax awaited. The dragon’s eyes gleamed with intelligence as Rhaenyra approached, her scales shimmering in the early morning light. Vaella’s excitement was palpable, her small hand gripping Rhaenyra’s tightly.

“Are you ready, Vaella?” Rhaenyra asked, a smile playing on her lips.

Vaella nodded eagerly. “Yes, Rhaenyra. I want to fly!”

As Rhaenyra helped Vaella climb onto Syrax’s back, the young girl’s laughter filled the air, a sound of pure joy and exhilaration. With a final check to ensure Vaella was secure, Rhaenyra mounted behind her and gave Syrax the signal to take flight.

The dragon’s powerful wings beat against the air, lifting them off the ground. Vaella’s eyes widened in wonder as the Red Keep grew smaller below them, the world unfolding in a breathtaking panorama. The wind whipped through their hair, and Vaella’s laughter echoed in the skies.

Meanwhile, back in the nursery, Aegon was throwing a fit. He had watched in dismay as Rhaenyra took Vaella away, his cries growing louder with each passing moment. Alicent, now heavily pregnant with her third child, tried to soothe him, but Aegon was inconsolable.

“Where is Vaella?” Aegon wailed, tears streaming down his face. “I want Vaella!”

Alicent knelt beside her son, her patience wearing thin. “Aegon, you need to learn to be apart from Vaella. She has other things to do, and you need to be strong without her.”

Aegon shook his head vehemently, his face red with anger and frustration. “No! You can’t take Vaella away from me! Rhaenyra can’t take her away either!”

In his tantrum, Aegon grabbed one of his toys—a wooden dragon—and threw it across the room, where it shattered against the wall. His screams grew louder, and Alicent’s attempts to calm him seemed only to fuel his rage.

“Aegon, please,” Alicent said, her voice strained. “This behavior is unacceptable. You must learn to control yourself.”

But Aegon was beyond reason, his cries echoing through the halls of the Red Keep. Alicent stood, her hands clenched at her sides, her irritation mounting. She had tried to reason with Viserys about their son’s dependence on Vaella, but he had merely shrugged it off, much to her annoyance.

As Aegon continued to scream for Rhaenyra to bring Vaella back, Alicent felt a surge of frustration. She stormed out of the nursery, determined to find Viserys and make him understand the gravity of the situation.

She found him in the council chamber, discussing matters of state with her father, Otto Hightower, and other advisors. Ignoring the decorum, Alicent marched up to him, her eyes blazing with anger.

“Viserys, we need to talk,” she said, her voice low but fierce.

Viserys looked up, surprised by her sudden appearance. “Alicent, what is it?”

“It’s Aegon,” she said, struggling to keep her composure. “He’s in the nursery throwing a tantrum because Vaella is not there. He’s become too dependent on her, and it’s not healthy. You need to take this seriously.”

Viserys sighed, rubbing his temples. “Alicent, they’re just children. Siblings often form close bonds.”

“This is more than that, and you know it,” Alicent snapped. “He can’t be apart from her for even a moment without falling apart. This dependency will only grow if we don’t address it now.”

Viserys looked at her, seeing the worry and frustration etched on her face. He nodded slowly. “Alright, I’ll speak with Aegon. But give them time, Alicent. They’re still so young.”

Alicent sighed, feeling a mixture of relief and lingering frustration. “Thank you, Viserys. I just want what’s best for them.”

Meanwhile, high above the Red Keep, Rhaenyra and Vaella soared through the skies on Syrax. The city of King’s Landing spread out below them like a tapestry, and Vaella’s eyes sparkled with wonder.

“This is amazing, Rhaenyra!” Vaella shouted over the wind, her laughter infectious.

Rhaenyra smiled, her heart swelling with pride and love for her sister. “I knew you’d love it, Vaella. There’s nothing quite like flying.”

As they flew, Rhaenyra felt a sense of peace. Despite the challenges and frustrations that awaited them on the ground, up here, they were free. She vowed to cherish these moments with Vaella, to protect and nurture her sister as best she could. For now, they had the sky, and that was enough.

...

As the sun began to set, casting a golden hue over the Red Keep, Rhaenyra and Vaella returned from their exhilarating flight on Syrax. The dragon landed gracefully in the courtyard, and Rhaenyra helped Vaella down, her heart still racing from the thrill of their adventure. The moment their feet touched the ground, Aegon came running toward them, his face streaked with tears and his cries echoing off the stone walls.

"Vaella!" Aegon wailed, rushing to her and wrapping his small arms tightly around her. "You’re back!"

Vaella hugged him back, her expression a mix of confusion and concern. "I’m here, Aegon. I’m here."

Rhaenyra watched, her annoyance simmering beneath the surface. "Aegon, you can’t just cling to Vaella like that all the time," she said, her tone sharp. "She needs her own space too."

Aegon looked up at Rhaenyra, his eyes filled with defiance and tears. "You can’t take her away from me! She’s mine!"

Rhaenyra’s patience was wearing thin. She knew it was foolish to argue with such a young child, but the possessiveness in Aegon’s voice grated on her. Vaella was the last connection she had to their mother, and the thought of sharing her sister in this way was intolerable.

"Vaella is not yours, Aegon," Rhaenyra snapped, her voice cold. "She is her own person, and you don’t own her."

Aegon’s face crumpled, and he let out another wail, his small body shaking with the force of his tantrum. "No! No! Vaella is mine! You can’t have her!"

The servants in the courtyard exchanged weary glances, clearly exasperated by the scene unfolding before them. Vaella stood in the middle, unsure of what to do, her eyes darting between her sister and her brother.

"Aegon," Vaella said softly, trying to soothe him. "It’s okay. I’m here now."

Alicent, drawn by the noise, arrived in the courtyard, her face set in a mixture of concern and frustration. "What is going on here?" she demanded, her gaze shifting from Rhaenyra to Aegon, who was still clinging to Vaella.

Rhaenyra’s eyes flashed with anger as she looked at Alicent. "Your son doesn’t understand that Vaella isn’t his to command," she said sharply. "He needs to learn some boundaries."

Alicent’s expression hardened. "Rhaenyra, he’s just a child. He doesn’t understand these things yet."

Rhaenyra’s temper flared, and she took a step forward. "And he never will if you keep coddling him like this! Vaella is not his to cling to every time he wants. She’s my sister too, and I won’t have her treated like a toy!"

Alicent’s face went pale, and she took a deep breath, trying to maintain her composure. "This isn’t helping anyone, Rhaenyra. We need to find a way to help Aegon understand without making things worse."

Rhaenyra’s eyes filled with tears of frustration. "Vaella is all I have left of my mother. I won’t let him take her from me."

With that, Rhaenyra turned on her heel and stormed away, leaving the courtyard in tense silence. Alicent watched her go, a sigh escaping her lips. She turned her attention back to Aegon, who was still clinging to Vaella, his sobs quieter but no less heartbreaking.

"Come here, Aegon," Alicent said softly, kneeling down to his level. "It’s okay. Vaella isn’t going anywhere."

Aegon looked up at her, his face streaked with tears. "But she left me. Rhaenyra took her."

Alicent gently pried his hands from Vaella and pulled him into a hug. "I know, darling. But sometimes Vaella needs to do things with Rhaenyra too. You’ll see her again soon, I promise."

Aegon nodded, sniffling, but his grip on Vaella’s hand remained tight. Vaella, sensing his distress, squeezed his hand back, her expression one of quiet understanding.

Alicent sighed, looking at the two children. "Let’s get you both inside. It’s getting late."

As she led them back into the Red Keep, she couldn’t help but feel a deep sense of worry. The tensions between Rhaenyra and Aegon were growing, and she knew that unless something changed, these small conflicts could become much larger as they all grew older. For now, she focused on comforting her son and ensuring that Vaella felt secure, hoping that they would find a way to navigate these troubled waters together.

...

Fifteen-year-old Vaella Targaryen sat quietly beside her father, King Viserys I, in his chambers. The room was filled with the intricate model of Old Valyria that Viserys had been painstakingly working on for years. The delicate spires and towers of the ancient city gleamed under the soft light of the candles, casting intricate shadows on the walls. Vaella's small hands delicately placed a tiny bridge between two towers, her face scrunched up in concentration.

Viserys, now looking much older than his years, his health visibly deteriorating, watched his daughter with a fond smile. Despite his efforts to hide it, Vaella knew he was unwell. The signs were clear in the way he moved, slower and more deliberate, and the occasional wince of pain that crossed his features.

"You're doing wonderfully, Vaella," Viserys said, his voice soft but filled with pride. "You have a steady hand."

Vaella smiled up at him, her indigo eyes bright. "Thank you, Father. I love working on this with you."

Viserys nodded, his gaze drifting to the model before him. "It's a piece of our history. A connection to our roots." He paused, then turned to her. "How was your time with your nephews, Jacaerys and Lucerys?"

Vaella's face lit up. "It was interesting. Maester Mellos was teaching us about Targaryen history, the stories of our ancestors. Then Laenor told us about the great sailors who ventured all the way to the Summer Isles. I love hearing about their adventures."

Viserys chuckled, a raspy sound that ended in a slight cough. "I'm glad you're learning and enjoying your time with them. It's important to understand where we come from." He hesitated for a moment before asking, "And how is Aegon handling the changes?"

Vaella's smile faded slightly, and she frowned, her brow furrowing. "Not very well, Father. He doesn't like it when I'm away. He gets upset and still sometimes throws tantrums."

Viserys sighed, rubbing his temples. "Aegon has always struggled with separation. He has a strong bond with you."

Vaella nodded, looking thoughtful. "I know he loves me, and I love him too. But sometimes it's hard. He doesn't understand that I need to spend time with others too."

Viserys placed a gentle hand on Vaella's shoulder. "It's not easy being the center of someone's world. Aegon needs to learn that you have your own life, your own interests."

Vaella looked up at him, her eyes filled with determination. "I'll help him understand, Father. I'll be patient with him."

Viserys smiled, his eyes softening. "You're wise beyond your years, Vaella. Your kindness and patience will serve you well." He paused, his expression turning more serious. "And how are you, my dear? How are you handling all these changes?"

Vaella shrugged slightly. "It's a lot, but I have you and Rhaenyra. And I love spending time with my nephews. They make me laugh and I enjoy learning with them."

Viserys nodded, feeling a pang of pride and sorrow for his young daughter. "You're a strong girl, Vaella. Stronger than you know. Always remember that."

Vaella hugged her father tightly, feeling the frailty in his embrace but also the warmth of his love. "I will, Father. I'll always remember."

...

In a quieter corner of the Red Keep, Aegon paced back and forth, his young face twisted in frustration. His younger brother, Aemond, sat nearby, trying to focus on a book but finding it impossible with Aegon's incessant complaining.

"They took her again, Aemond! They took Vaella to spend more time with Rhaenyra and her bastards," Aegon fumed, kicking at a loose stone on the floor. "They think those boys are more worthy than me!"

Aemond looked up from his book, his blue eyes sharp. "You shouldn't talk like that, Aegon. It's dangerous."

Aegon scoffed, his face a mask of indignation. "Why shouldn't I? Mother calls them bastards all the time. Everyone knows it's true."

Aemond closed his book with a sigh, setting it aside. "Just because Mother says it doesn't mean you should repeat it. It's disrespectful, and it will get you into trouble."

Aegon glared at his brother, his anger unabated. "You’re just jealous because Vaella likes me more than you."

Aemond raised an eyebrow, his curiosity piqued despite his annoyance. "Why is Vaella so special to you, Aegon? Why do you always want her around?"

Aegon’s expression hardened. "You're stupid for even asking that, Aemond. She just is. Nobody loves me like Vaella does. She understands me."

Aemond rolled his eyes, leaning back against the wall. "That's stupid. She's just a girl. She can’t make everything better."

Aegon stepped closer, his fists clenched at his sides. "Shut up, Aemond. You don't understand anything."

Aemond shrugged, his expression indifferent. "Maybe I don't. But I heard Maester Mellos talking to Mother once. He said Vaella ate her twin. Maybe that’s why you think she’s so special. She’s got something extra from her dead brother."

Aegon’s face contorted with a mixture of horror and fascination. "What are you talking about?"

Aemond smirked, enjoying the shift in power. "It’s true. Mellos said Vaella didn't cry when she was born, not until her brother died. Maybe she took something from him. Maybe that’s why you feel so close to her."

Aegon stood silent for a moment, absorbing his brother’s words. Then, a twisted smile spread across his face. "Good. If her dead brother gave her something extra, then it's better for me. He would have taken her from me too."

Aemond frowned, not expecting that reaction. "You’re strange, Aegon. You know that?"

Aegon shrugged, a hint of madness in his eyes. "Maybe. But Vaella is mine. And no one will take her from me. Not Rhaenyra, not anyone."

Aemond sighed, shaking his head. "You’re going to get us all in trouble one day, Aegon. Mark my words."

Aegon ignored his brother, his mind already returning to thoughts of Vaella and the frustration of being separated from her. He would find a way to keep her close, no matter what it took.

…

The morning sun cast long shadows over the Dragonpit as Jacaerys, Lucerys, Aegon, Aemond, and Vaella made their way to the massive structure. The air was filled with the heady scent of dragon musk and the sound of wings flapping. Inside the pit, three dragons awaited their riders, their scales shimmering in the sunlight. Vaella stood quietly by Aemond's side, the two of them the only ones without dragons to bond with. While Aemond's frustration was evident, Vaella seemed content, her serene demeanor a stark contrast to her younger brother's visible agitation.

As the dragons were led out one by one, Vaella watched with a mix of awe and quiet longing. When Sunfyre appeared, his golden scales glinting brilliantly, Aegon eagerly grabbed Vaella's hand and pulled her along. "Come on, Vaella, let's attend to Sunfyre together."

Vaella allowed herself to be led, her eyes widening as they approached the magnificent dragon. She gently stroked Sunfyre's scales, feeling the warmth emanating from his body. Aegon stood beside her, his pride evident as he showed off his bond with the dragon. Vaella smiled softly, her affection for her brother momentarily overshadowing her usual frustrations with him.

Later, once the dragons were fed and content, Aegon let go of Vaella's hand and turned his attention to Aemond. There was a mischievous glint in his eye that Vaella did not like. Aegon, Jacaerys, and Lucerys huddled together, whispering and giggling before calling Aemond over.

"Come here, Aemond!" Aegon shouted, his voice filled with feigned excitement. "We found a dragon for you!"

Aemond's eyes lit up with a mixture of excitement and suspicion. He approached cautiously, glancing back at Vaella for reassurance. She gave him a small, supportive smile, but her unease grew.

As Aemond drew closer, the boys stepped aside to reveal a pig adorned with makeshift dragon wings and a painted snout. "Behold, the Pink Dread!" Aegon announced with mock grandeur, barely able to contain his laughter.

Jacaerys and Lucerys burst into laughter, pointing at the pig and doubling over with mirth. Aemond's face turned bright red with humiliation, his eyes welling up with tears. Vaella's expression darkened, her initial amusement giving way to anger.

"Aegon, Jace, Luke, that's enough!" Vaella's voice was sharp, cutting through the laughter. "How dare you humiliate Aemond like this?"

Aegon's laughter faltered as he met Vaella's furious gaze. "It was just a joke, Vaella. We didn't mean—"

"Do I deserve the same?" Vaella interrupted, her voice cold. "I don't have a dragon either. Is this how you plan to treat me too?"

Aegon stumbled over his words, his face turning pale. "No, Vaella, I didn't mean—"

But Vaella had already turned on her heel, her expression stormy as she walked away from the Dragonpit. Aegon rushed after her, desperation in his voice. "Vaella, wait! Please, don't be mad at me. I didn't mean to hurt anyone."

Vaella stopped and spun around to face him, her eyes blazing with anger. "You always do this, Aegon. You act without thinking and hurt the people who care about you. Aemond looks up to you, and this is how you treat him?"

Aegon reached out, but Vaella stepped back, shaking her head. "I thought you were better than this."

"Vaella, I'm sorry," Aegon pleaded, his voice trembling. "I didn't mean to hurt you or Aemond. Please, forgive me."

Vaella took a deep breath, her anger still simmering but her voice softening slightly. "Apologize to Aemond. Make it right with him. And think before you act next time."

Aegon nodded, his eyes filled with regret. "I will. I promise."

As Vaella turned and walked away, Aegon stood there, watching her go with a heavy heart. He knew he had to make amends, not just with Aemond but also with Vaella. The bonds of family were fragile, and he had to learn to cherish and protect them.

Inside the Dragonpit, Aemond stood alone, his shoulders slumped in defeat. Vaella approached him, her expression softening. "I'm sorry they treated you like that, Aemond. You deserve better."

Aemond looked up, his eyes filled with gratitude. "Thank you, Vaella. You're the only one who seems to understand."

Vaella hugged her brother tightly. "We'll find our own dragons one day, Aemond. Until then, we have each other."

As they walked away together, the bond between them strengthened, a promise of loyalty and support in a world filled with uncertainty and strife.

…

That evening, Vaella sat in her chambers, the events of the day weighing heavily on her mind. The candles flickered softly, casting gentle shadows on the walls, as she tried to find some semblance of peace. Her thoughts were interrupted by a quiet knock on the door.

“Vaella, it’s me,” Aegon’s voice came through the door, hesitant yet determined.

Vaella sighed, already knowing why he was here. “Come in, Aegon.”

Aegon entered, closing the door behind him. He looked uncertain, his usual bravado tempered by a mix of guilt and frustration. “I wanted to apologize again. The idea was Jace and Luke’s, not mine.”

Vaella made a grimace, her eyes narrowing slightly. “Then why does it reek of you, Aegon?”

Aegon’s irritation flared, and he stepped closer, his frustration bubbling to the surface. “Why do you care so much about annoying Aemond? He’s just—”

“He’s my brother too, Aegon,” Vaella interrupted sharply, her eyes blazing. “Just like you are.”

Aegon pressed on, his voice lower but intense. “But you love me more, don’t you?”

Vaella frowned, seeing the familiar possessiveness in Aegon’s eyes. It had not diminished with time, if anything, it had grown. “Aegon, I will always love you. But I also love Jace, Luke, Aemond, and even little Joffrey. We’re all family.”

Aegon stepped even closer, their faces now mere inches apart. “But you love me more, right?” he asked, his voice dropping to an intimate whisper.

Vaella’s heart pounded in her chest, her emotions a whirlwind of love, frustration, and understanding. She met his gaze steadily, her voice soft but firm. “Yes, Aegon. I love you more.”

Aegon’s tense expression softened, and he leaned in to kiss her forehead, a gesture that held both affection and possessiveness. He then began to shed his attire, his movements slow and deliberate. Vaella watched him, her own feelings a mix of resignation and affection.

“Aegon,” she warned gently, “if your mother finds out we’re sharing a bed again, she’ll yell at both of us.”

Aegon shrugged, climbing into her bed with a dismissive smile. “Let her yell. I don’t care. Come here.”

Vaella’s resolve wavered, and eventually, she couldn’t help but smile. She slipped into the bed beside him, the ritual familiar and comforting. They had been sharing a bed since they were babes, a habit that had persisted despite Alicent’s disapproval.

As they lay together, Aegon wrapped his arms around Vaella, holding her close. She rested her head on his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart. The warmth of his embrace was soothing, a reminder of their unbreakable bond despite the chaos around them.

They didn’t fall asleep right away. Instead, they lay in the quiet, drawing comfort from each other’s presence. Vaella felt Aegon’s breath against her hair, his hold on her gentle yet possessive. She closed her eyes, allowing herself to relax for the first time that day.

“Vaella,” Aegon murmured, his voice soft in the darkness. “I promise I’ll never let anyone come between us. Not Rhaenyra, not anyone.”

Vaella sighed, her heart aching with a mixture of love and sadness. “I know, Aegon. And I’ll always be here for you.”

They held onto each other, finding solace in their shared closeness. The world outside might be fraught with tension and uncertainty, but in this moment, they were simply a brother and sister, bound by love and loyalty.

…

Alicent Hightower strode through the dimly lit corridors of the Red Keep, her frustration mounting with each step. She had been looking for her eldest son, Aegon, to confront him about the cruel prank he and Rhaenyra’s sons had played on Aemond. Finding his chambers empty had only intensified her annoyance, as she knew exactly where he would be—once again with his half-sister, Vaella.

Alicent had tried her best to separate the two as they grew older, understanding the potential complications their bond could bring. But no matter her efforts, Aegon always found his way back to Vaella, their connection unbroken. She couldn't help but recall Maester Mellos’ words about Vaella being strange since birth, and the implications of that observation gnawed at her.

Meanwhile, in Vaella's chambers, the atmosphere was a stark contrast to Alicent's rising tension. Vaella and Aegon lay in her bed, still entwined in their embrace. Aegon’s lips trailed down her cheek to her neck, eliciting a soft hitch in her breath. She clutched at him gently, feeling the warmth of his body against hers.

“Aegon,” she whispered, her voice breathy with both pleasure and concern, “promise me again you won’t mock Aemond like that again.”

Aegon’s kisses paused for a moment as he sighed. “I promise,” he murmured before resuming his tender exploration. His hands roamed over her curves, their touch growing more familiar and intimate with time. His movements against her nightgown became more urgent, her quiet moans filling the room.

Just as Aegon’s urgency peaked and he found release, spilling his seed onto Vaella’s thigh, the door to her chambers swung open. Both Aegon and Vaella sat up abruptly, alarmed and disheveled.

Alicent’s worried frown deepened as she took in the sight before her. She quickly closed the door behind her, her gaze intense. “Did you do it?” she demanded, her voice strained with a mix of anger and fear.

Vaella blushed deeply, realizing the insinuation behind Alicent's question. “No, Mother. We didn’t… we never go that far,” she stammered, her words tumbling over each other.

Alicent sighed, her shoulders slumping slightly with relief, though her irritation remained. She turned her focus to Aegon. “And what about the pig, Aegon? The Pink Dread?”

Aegon deflected, his tone dismissive. “It was Jace and Luke’s idea.”

Alicent scolded him, her eyes narrowing. “Don’t lie to me, Aegon. You were just as much a part of it.”

Aegon rolled his eyes and lay back on the bed, clearly unwilling to continue the conversation. “Fine, whatever,” he muttered.

Vaella interjected, her voice calm but firm. “I made him promise not to mock Aemond again, Mother.”

Alicent’s gaze softened slightly as she looked at Vaella. Despite the tension, she recognized the sincerity in her stepdaughter’s words. “Good. That’s good,” she said quietly. Before leaving, she turned back to them, her expression resolute. “This is the last time you two will share a bed.”

Vaella nodded, understanding the gravity of Alicent’s words but knowing deep down it was a promise neither she nor Aegon intended to keep. “Yes, Mother,” she replied.

Alicent gave them one last look, a mixture of concern and resignation in her eyes, before she left the room, closing the door softly behind her.

As the door clicked shut, Aegon sat up again, his demeanor shifting from defiance to a more contemplative mood. “She won’t keep us apart, you know,” he said softly, reaching out to take Vaella’s hand.

Vaella squeezed his hand gently, a small smile playing on her lips. “I know, Aegon. But we should be careful.”

He nodded, pulling her closer. “Always,” he promised.

They lay back down together, the quiet of the room wrapping around them like a comforting blanket. In the stillness of the night, they found solace in each other's presence, knowing that no matter what, they would face the world together.

…

The meeting of the small council was underway in the grand chamber of the Red Keep. The air was thick with the scent of burning candles and the tension of unresolved conflicts. Rhaenyra, dressed in her regal black and red attire, sat at the head of the table, her face composed but her eyes betraying the urgency of her thoughts. King Viserys, though visibly weakened by his illness, was present, his presence lending an air of gravitas to the proceedings. Alicent Hightower, her face a mask of controlled composure, sat beside him, her eyes watchful and calculating.

As the discussions turned to matters of succession and alliances, Rhaenyra seized the moment to present her proposal. "To ease the tensions between our families," she began, her voice steady and clear, "I propose that my son, Jacaerys, be betrothed to Helaena. This union would strengthen our family bonds."

A murmur ran through the room, and all eyes turned to Alicent, who clenched her hands in her lap to keep her composure. "And to further show goodwill," Rhaenyra continued, "when Syrax lays her next clutch of eggs, Aemond may choose an egg for himself."

Alicent's face tightened, her distress at the idea of her daughter marrying a boy widely rumored to be a bastard threatening to show. She forced herself to remain calm, her voice measured as she replied. "While your proposal is... thoughtful, Princess, I counter with a suggestion of my own. Let Aegon and Vaella be engaged to each other instead."

Rhaenyra's eyes flashed with anger, but she controlled her temper. "That is out of the question," she said firmly. "Vaella deserves more than a life tied to Aegon."

Viserys, who had been silent, finally spoke up, his voice weak but resolute. "I agree with Rhaenyra. Aegon is my son, but he is not suitable for Vaella."

Alicent's composure slipped for a moment, her eyes blazing with frustration. "You did nothing to sever the link between them, Viserys. And now you dispute this match? How can Rhaenyra's son be good enough for Helaena, but our son is not good enough for Vaella?"

Viserys sighed, rubbing his temples. "Aegon is impulsive and lacks the qualities necessary to care for someone as precious as Vaella. She deserves a kind and understanding partner."

Alicent stood abruptly, her chair scraping loudly against the stone floor. "This is not about what Vaella deserves," she snapped, her voice shaking with barely controlled anger. "This is about your favoritism, your willingness to sacrifice my children’s future for the sake of Rhaenyra's."

Rhaenyra remained seated, her expression unyielding. "Alicent, this is not about favoritism. It's about what is best for Vaella and the realm. Jacaerys and Helaena's union would benefit everyone."

Alicent glared at Rhaenyra, her frustration and anger boiling over. "I will not allow my daughter to be used as a pawn in your game, Rhaenyra. This discussion is over."

With that, Alicent turned and stormed out of the chamber, her mind churning with resentment. How could Rhaenyra's bastard be deemed good enough for Helaena, yet Vaella be too good for her son? The injustice of it all gnawed at her, fueling her determination to find a way to secure her children's future.

Back in the council chamber, an uneasy silence settled over the room. Viserys looked tired, his earlier resolve waning. "Let us continue," he said quietly. "There are other matters to discuss."

Rhaenyra nodded, her mind already moving to the next topic, but the tension from the earlier confrontation lingered. She knew that Alicent's anger was far from quelled and that the coming days would bring new challenges. But for now, she focused on the task at hand, determined to protect her family and secure a future where they could all find peace.

…

Vaella Targaryen noticed the change in the atmosphere of the Red Keep after the birth of her sister Rhaenyra's third son, Joffrey. The castle felt like a simmering pot, ready to boil over. The departure of Harwin Strong and his father, Lyonel, back to Harrenhal only added to the tension. Whispers and sideways glances became more frequent, and the sense of unease permeated the halls.

One afternoon, as Vaella was wandering the corridors, she overheard some of the servants talking in hushed tones. "Did you hear? Princess Rhaenyra is taking her family to Dragonstone."

Vaella's heart skipped a beat. The idea of her sister leaving was unthinkable. She hurried through the winding passages, her mind racing with worry and confusion, until she found Rhaenyra in her chambers, packing her belongings.

"Rhaenyra!" Vaella cried, bursting into the room. "Is it true? Are you leaving for Dragonstone?"

Rhaenyra turned to her, her face calm but her eyes betraying the storm of emotions within. "Yes, Vaella. We are leaving."

Vaella felt a lump in her throat. "But why? Father will be devastated. And I can't bear the thought of losing you. Please, you can't leave me here."

Rhaenyra walked over to her sister and placed her hands on Vaella's shoulders. "You know why I must leave," she said gently. "The situation here is becoming untenable. For the safety of my children and myself, we need to be away from the court and its intrigues."

Vaella's eyes filled with tears. She knew the truth about the parentage of Rhaenyra's children, but it mattered little to her. They were her nephews, and she loved them dearly. "But people will talk no matter what you do," she said, her voice trembling. "Why can't I come with you?"

Rhaenyra sighed, her heart aching at the sight of her sister's distress. She pulled Vaella into a tight embrace. "You are so brave, Vaella," she whispered. "But I need you to stay here and look after our father. His health is failing, and he needs someone he can trust by his side."

Vaella clung to Rhaenyra, her tears soaking into her sister's dress. "I don't want to lose you," she said, her voice muffled.

Rhaenyra pulled back slightly, looking into Vaella's indigo eyes. "You won't lose me. We'll write to each other, and I'll visit whenever I can. But you must promise me that you'll be strong and take care of Father. He needs you more than ever now."

Vaella nodded, her heart heavy with the weight of the responsibility. "I promise," she whispered.

Rhaenyra kissed her sister's forehead, a bittersweet smile on her lips. "You are my heart, Vaella. And I know you will do great things. Stay strong, for both of us."

As Rhaenyra continued to pack, Vaella stood by, feeling a mix of sorrow and determination. The castle felt more oppressive than ever, but she knew that her sister was right. She had to be strong for their father, to be the anchor he needed in these troubled times.

The day Rhaenyra and her family left for Dragonstone, Vaella stood beside her father, watching the dragons take flight. The sky was filled with the beating of powerful wings, and Vaella felt a tear slip down her cheek. She glanced at Viserys, who looked frail and weary, a shadow of the king he once was. She took his hand in hers, squeezing it gently.

"Don't worry, Father," she said softly. "I'll be here for you. Always."

Viserys looked down at his youngest daughter, his eyes filled with a mixture of pride and sadness. "Thank you, Vaella," he whispered, his voice trembling. "You are my strength."

As the dragons disappeared into the horizon, Vaella felt a sense of resolve settle over her. She would honor her sister's trust and protect their father, no matter the cost.

[aeralux]

"Dumb & Poetic" - Lucerys Velaryon

(part one/part two)

Modern!Lucerys x Reader

Summary: A clash of egos. A rich boy and a scholarship girl. Sounds like a match made in hell. So, obviously, your professor pairs you up for the semester's most important project. A week alone on the sea with the entitled Lucerys... How ever would you survive?

Modern!AU; Enemies to Lovers; Collage!AU

Warnings: enemies to lovers!au; kind of a slow burn; rich boy Lucerys; explicit fantasies of each other; foul language; slight Addam x Reader

Words: in this part 18k

Notes: No description of the reader (just that she has hair). No smut in this part (yet), otherwise, it would have been way toooo long. Just dirty thoughts in this one... English is not my first language. If you do not agree with any of the warnings, do NOT read.

Blackwater Bay Maritime University stood proudly before you, its large pale building glowing under the sun. The salty sea scent and the rich smell of varnished wood greeted you as you stepped onto the busy campus. You could see sleek boats bouncing gently in the water, their polished surfaces glistening in the sunlight, while students in high-end-looking outfits strolled by. It made you feel out of place. Sure, you weren't broke, but you felt out of your league among these trust-fund kids with their private yachts and endless resources. You were here thanks to a scholarship, one wrong grade, and you are out.

Determined not to let your sharp tongue land you in hot water, you needed to win over your professors and classmates. Unfortunately, none of your friends transferred to this prestigious marine university, not caring much about sea life and biology. But you had fought tooth and nail for your spot here, pursuing a major in oceanography and a minor in Business—and you had earned it. You were determined to prove you had just as much right to be here as those silver spoon types.

With those thoughts swirling in your head, you knew you had to find your housing on campus. You followed a few random university students until you finally located your residence hall and room number. 

Should I knock? No, wait—this is also my room too. I'll just go. 

Pushing the door open, you stepped inside. "Hey," you said cautiously, peeking in as you entered your new home for the year. "I'm your roommate," you said with a friendly smile. The girl inside caught your attention instantly. She was pretty, with white, curly hair that framed her face. Her smooth, dark complexion and the cute gap between her front teeth gave her a model-like appeal.

Her face lit up at your arrival. "Hi! So nice to meet you!" She exclaimed, jumping up from her seat as if she couldn't contain her excitement. You barely had time to brace yourself before she flew across the room to give you a warm hug. "Sorry! I'm a hugger," she said, her smile making you feel more at ease amid the unfamiliar surroundings.

"No problem," you chuckled, setting down your bags with a soft thud on the ground. The corners of your mouth lifted as you looked at her, feeling a playful warmth in the air. "I don't mind being hugged by pretty girls," you joked lightly, letting a teasing grin play on your lips. You felt an easy-going vibe from her, making you smile even more, knowing you got lucky with your roommate. The sunlight hung low, casting a golden glow around you, adding to the atmosphere. This might turn out to be a genuinely good year.

She laughed, her eyes fluttering shut for a moment. "My name is Baela Targaryen, I’m from Dragonstone," she said, a hint of pride in her voice. You leaned in, intrigued by her presence; something was captivating about her, something that drew you in.

"Yeah, I’m not from Blackwater either," you replied, your mind drifting back to stories of your life before university.

Suddenly, you realised something, brows lifting slightly. "Wait. You’re a Targaryen?" You asked with an amused smile on your lips. "You mean to tell me that my roommate is the heiress of Fire & Flight Enterprises?" Your eyes widened in disbelief. It was no secret that the Targaryens were among the wealthiest in the realm, but it was hard to accept that with the girl before you, who seemed so down-to-earth.

"Yeah..." she replied, her tone shifting to something softer, almost bashful. "Don’t make this into a big deal, though. I just wanted a break from my family and all their expectations. My last name makes it pretty hard to find genuine friends..." Her voice trailed off as a bittersweet expression crossed her face, leaving you feeling empathy for her.

"Hey, don’t even worry about that," you quickly reassured her, wanting her to know you weren’t just another person drawn to her status. "I’m really not that kind of person, I swear. I’m just curious—why not get a single room instead? You might risk getting a roommate who snores or talks in her sleep," you added with a light-hearted chuckle, trying to lift her spirits. "Not that I do any of those things... at least not often," you said with a playful grin as you began to unpack your things.

As you glanced over, you noticed her side of the room was already neatly organised. There was a certain charm in how she had set everything up, and somehow, it made you feel more at home as you settled in.

"So uh... what do you major in, Baela?" you asked her as you carefully unpacked your clothes, folding the shirts and stacking them neatly in the drawer. Thankfully, you didn’t bring too many items, making the task manageable.

"Oh, I’m going to major in International Strategy and Security, with a minor in Business," she replied, her eyes glued to her phone as she casually scrolled through updates.

"Really? I chose Business as my minor too! My major is Oceanography," you chuckled, exchanging smiles that felt warm in the newness of your surroundings. "Did any friends come with you here, or are you alone like me?"

"Well, my cousin is here too—Lucerys. He’s in another residence building... and actually in the same major as you," Baela said, her eyebrow slightly raised in surprise. "Funny how small the world really is, huh?"

"Well, if your cousin is anything like you, I’m sure we’ll get along just fine," you replied, finishing up your unpacking and arranging your beauty products on the small bathroom counter. Each item found its place, from toothpaste to moisturizer, creating a cosy little corner.

Baela fell silent momentarily, her brow furrowing as she contemplated your comment. "Yeah, he’s okay," she finally said, her voice rising slightly. She looked away, wide-eyed, as if pondering a hidden truth. "Just needs some time to get used to. You'll definitely recognise him though, he cannot be missed," she added with a hint of caution. You could sense the underlying tension; perhaps Lucerys had a bit of a reputation, even among family. After all, he could sometimes get on Baela’s nerves, and they had known each other since they were practically babies.

You tilted your head, curiosity piqued. Was he supposed to be some jerk or something?

"I guess we will see tomorrow then," you said, a playful grin spreading across your face. With a light-hearted plop, you jumped onto your bed, bouncing slightly on the mattress after arranging your most essential items. Baela laughed at your silly antics, the sound brightening the small room, and walked over to sit beside you.

"We could check out some bars on Friday. How does that sound?" she suggested, her hopeful smile lighting up her face.

You nodded, feeling the excitement of new friendships and experiences in the foreign city. "Sure, that sounds like fun. Let’s just get through the first week," you said, rolling over to face her, the potential of the days ahead promisingexcitement.

You had braced yourself for an overwhelming first day of classes, but you weren’t prepared for the kind of guy who could set your nerves on fire with just a glance. The lecture hall buzzed with energy as you stepped inside, searching for an empty seat among rows of well-dressed students. Conversations filled the air, their posh accents swirling in a haze of privilege and entitlement.

That’s when you saw him.

He lounged at the front of the room, one arm casually draped over the back of his chair, exuding an easy confidence that seemed second nature to someone who’d never had to earn their privilege. Sunlight streamed through the tall windows, igniting his tousled brown hair and highlighting the sharp angles of his jawline—a living testament to wealth and status.

You didn’t need an introduction to know who he was. Lucerys Velaryon—the heir of the Velaryon Shipping Empire, and, coincidentally, Baela’s cousin. The aura of superiority that surrounded him was nearly palpable, as students flocked to him like moths to a flame, captivated yet hesitant to sit beside him.

Annoyance simmered beneath your skin, but practicality won out. You chose the closest available seat—directly next to him. He glanced your way, his eyes skimming over you as if you were nothing more than a fleeting shadow, before returning his attention to the laptop sprawled in front of him, his things scattered all over the empty desk. Part of you was relieved; the less interaction with him, the better.

“Excuse me,” you said, sharpness creeping into your tone as you stared straight ahead. His fleeting glance turned into mild surprise as his eyebrows arched. “Is this seat taken, or are you too important to share a desk?”

To your astonishment, a grin spread across his face, a playful spark igniting in his eyes. "Sorry, I didn't realize my sheer presence was enough to make you feel unwelcome. Please, have a seat." His mock grandeur made you roll your eyes, the sarcasm dripping from his words.

With a frustrated sigh, you flopped down in the seat, pulling out your laptop. "Thanks for the permission," you muttered under your breath, trying to ignore the flicker of interest that sparked when you caught the gleam in his eye.

Leaning in slightly, he lowered his voice, almost conspiratorially. “So, what’s your deal?” His gaze bore into yours, mischief and curiosity swirling like a storm. Most girls here would be fawning over him, desperate to catch his attention. But you? You seemed blissfully unaware of the allure he held, and that intrigued him more than he cared to admit.

“My deal?” You replied, tilting your head, a bemused smile tugging at your lips as your fingers deftly powered on your computer. He was undeniably handsome, but the cockiness radiating from him was irritating. Your eyes met his, an unspoken challenge hanging in the air. “What makes you think I have a ‘deal’?” you shot back, arching one perfectly sculpted eyebrow. “Maybe I’m just here to learn. Have you thought about that?”

As you leaned back in your chair, your hair brushing against your shoulders, you crossed your arms defiantly. The tension crackled like electricity, an undeniable friction forming between you two. At that moment, you both recognised something deeper at play—an automatic rivalry, two egos colliding.

Lucerys scoffed, rolling his eyes at your response. "Oh please. I suggest you tone it down with the attitude. Anyone could see you're out of place here." He glanced down at his laptop, clearly trying to ignore you now.

But you weren't about to let him off that easily. You leaned in closer, your voice low and challenging. "And what exactly is my 'attitude' supposed to be? Because from where I'm sitting, it seems like you're the one with the problem."

Your words hit their mark, and Lucerys' jaw clenched. He slammed his laptop shut, whirling to face you fully. "You know what? I don't need this crap from a scholarship 'beggar'. Find a new seat, princess."

But you just sneered, not backing down an inch. "Or what? Will you report me to the dean? Please, try it. I'd like to see you explain to your daddy how you can't handle sitting next to a girl who won't fall at your feet."

Lucerys' face reddened with anger, his hands balling into fists on the desk. He was so close now, you could feel the heat radiating off his body. "You have no idea who you're messing with," he growled, his voice low and dangerous.

But you just laughed, the sound light and carefree. "Oh, I think I have a pretty good idea. The spoiled rich boy who thinks the world revolves around him. How original."

The professor walked in then, and Lucerys quickly turned back to face the front, his jaw clenched tight. You couldn't help but smirk, pleased with how easily you had gotten under his skin.

"You're all talk and no action, Lucerys. Just another rich boy playing at being a man. Just cause you act like one doesn't make you a man."

Lucerys' eyes flashed with anger as he whipped his head back towards you, his voice low and venomous. "Careful, or I'll show you just how much of a man I can be." He leaned in, his face mere inches from yours, his breath hot against your skin. "You wouldn't know real power if it bit you on that smartass mouth of yours."

You held his gaze, refusing to back down, your heart pounding in your chest. "Is that a threat?" you asked, your voice steady. "Because if it is, I'm not impressed."

The professor cleared their throat loudly, and Lucerys reluctantly turned back around, muttering under his breath. But you could still feel the heat of his glare boring into you.

As the lecture droned on, you found yourself stealing glances at him. Despite his bravado, there was something vulnerable about him, a hint of insecurity beneath the superiority.

Lucerys struggled to focus on the lecture, his mind reeling from the fiery exchange with the infuriating girl beside him. Who did you think you were, talking to him like that? But even he couldn't deny the spark of interest that took over him.

His eyes flicked to your profile, taking in the delicate curve of your neck, and the fullness of your lips. He imagined what it would be like to silence you with a kiss, to feel those lips on his...

No. He shook his head, trying to dislodge the intrusive thoughts. He couldn't afford to get distracted, not by you. You were nothing but an ordinary girl, a nobody. He had to remember that.

But as the lecture ended and you both gathered your things, he found his eyes lingering, unable to tear away from your retreating form.

"Until next time, princess," he called out, a challenging smirk on his lips. You paused, glancing back at him with a raised eyebrow.

"We'll see about that," you muttered as you headed out of the lecture hall.

The rest of the day crawled by, and you found yourself counting down the minutes until you could escape back to the safety of your dorm. When you finally burst through the door, Baela was sprawled out on the plush carpet, her long curls fanned out around her like a halo.

"Hey you!" she called out, her face lighting up at the sight of you. "How was your first day? I bet you made all sorts of friends with that winning personality of yours."

You flopped down beside her with a groan, burying your face in your arms. "Ugh, you wouldn't believe the day I've had. Remember the dude you told me about, Lucerys? Turns out he's a total dickhead. Like, the worst kind of rich, entitled prick you can imagine."

Baela sat up, her eyebrows knitting together in concern. "Wait, Lucerys? As in, my cousin Lucerys?"

You nodded miserably, shaking your head. "One and the same. He's in my most important class of the semester, and let me tell you, he did not take kindly to being seated next to little old me. Threatened to get me kicked out and everything."

Baela's mouth fell open in shock. "What? That's insane! I'm so sorry. Lucerys can be a real jerk sometimes, but I never thought he'd stoop that low. I'll have a word with him, I promise."

You waved her off, sitting up and leaning back on your hands. "Don't bother. I can handle myself. I just needed to vent a little. But enough about that loser. Tell me about your day! I bet it was way more interesting than mine."

Baela sighed, her shoulders slumping. "Yeah, it was pretty uneventful. Mostly just a bunch of stuffy lectures and boring group work. I can't believe we're supposed to be here for four years."

She leaned back on her elbows, her curls tumbling over her shoulders. "But I met this cute guy during my business lecture. He sat next to me and we chatted for a bit, but that's about it."

A mischievous grin spread across her face. "Speaking of cute boys, you didn't mention meeting any in your classes. Don't tell me you were too busy fending off Lucerys' charms to notice anyone else."

She nudged you playfully with her foot, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "Come on, spill. I know there has to be at least one guy who caught your eye today. And if not, well, we'll have to go on a mission to find you one!"

You couldn't help but laugh at her enthusiasm, despite the stress. Baela seemed to somehow know how to brighten your mood, even when things seemed bleak.

"Alright, alright, you win," you conceded, holding up your hands in mock surrender. "There was this one guy in my Marine Biology lecture who seemed pretty cool. Tall, dark hair, really intense eyes. But I didn't get a chance to talk to him much. He seemed to be too immersed in the lecture, you know?"

Baela perked up at that, her eyes sparkling with interest. "Ooh, a mysterious man of few words. I like him already! You'll have to make your move soon."

You rolled your eyes good-naturedly, but a small smile tugged at your lips. Maybe this university thing wouldn't be so bad, not with a friend like Baela by your side.

The two of you spent the rest of the evening gossiping and laughing, the tension melting away in the warmth of your friendship.

The air of peace was interrupted by your phone ringing with an email notification. "Hold that thought, babe," you said with a chuckle, reaching for your phone.

But as soon as you read the message, your heart sank. It was from your Marine Ecology professor, assigning you partners for a massive group project worth 70% of your grade. And who was your partner? You guessed it - Lucerys fucking Velaryon.

"No. No, no, no," you groaned, burying your face in a nearby pillow. This couldn't be happening. The universe was clearly out to get you.

Baela looked at you with a mixture of concern and amusement. "What's wrong?"

You shoved the phone into her hands, too defeated to even read the email out loud. She scanned it quickly, then burst out laughing.

"This is NOT funny," you whined, snatching the phone back.

Baela's laughter tapered off as she took in your miserable expression. "I'm sorry. That really sucks. But hey, maybe it won't be so bad. You two could surprise yourselves and actually work well together."

You shot her a withering look. "Yeah, right. More like we'll probably end up killing each other before the semester's over."

You flopped back onto the floor, staring up at the ceiling.

Lucerys leaned back in his chair, scrolling through his phone with a bored expression. The day had been dull, filled with uninteresting lectures and tedious work. He couldn't wait to get back to his room and forget about all this academic nonsense.

But then, he saw the email from his Marine Ecology professor. A group project, worth a significant chunk of his grade. He rolled his eyes, preparing to delete it without reading. But then he saw his partner's name.

You. That infuriating, insufferable girl from his major. The one who had dared to challenge him, to question his authority. How dare you be paired with him, as if you were his equal?

A slow smirk spread across his face as he contemplated all the ways he could make your life miserable. He could ignore you completely, forcing you to handle all the work by yourself. Alternatively, he could undermine you at every turn, sabotaging your project to watch you fail.

But then, a different thought struck him. What if he played nice? What if he acted like the perfect partner—charming and attentive, always ready to lend a helping hand? He could lull you into a false sense of security, making you believe he had changed. Then, when you least expected it, he could strike.

He could ruin you, not just academically. But also fuck with your head at the same time.

You turned up to the dreaded class, your heart pounding. The stuffy scent of the classroom mixed with the faint aroma of coffee drifting in from the corridor. You sank into your seat next to your 'partner', the one person you hoped to avoid for the entire semester. 

The tension crackled in the air like static, each of you acutely aware of the silence between you—a silent standoff, similar to gladiators readying for battle in an arena.

Lucerys Velaryon sat with casual arrogance, leaning back in his chair like he owned the room. His dark hair fell perfectly as if the wind itself wouldn’t dare ruffle it, and his sharp jawline only served to emphasize that infuriating smirk he always wore. He was everything you despised: cocky, self-assured, and irritatingly handsome in a way that made you want to both punch him and… well, something else you refused to entertain.

It was apparent that neither of you was content with being partners for the entire semester. Yet here you were, forced into this arrangement that had your stomach churning.

The first part of the project was mercifully straightforward—strictly planning—which meant you could work at a distance, avoiding the hostility that flared whenever you were too close. You could pour over charts and maps, tapping out your ideas on the laptop while he could occupy himself with his own proposals.

But the real dread loomed in the shadows—the end of the project. Spending several nights on a boat. Alone. Just the two of you.

Your heart raced at the thought. The project required you both to venture out into the open waters, taking shifts to monitor navigation and keep the vessel on course. Being confined to a small space, away from others, with him made your palms sweat.

The thought of sharing space with him, and the way your different personalities might clash, made you feel like you were losing your grip on reality. But part of you was definitely curious. You wondered if your heated exchanges could turn into something else.

Whatever happened you were determined to hold your ground, to endure it no matter what. After all, failing was not an option; not for you.

Lucerys couldn't help but smirk as he watched you fidget nervously beside him. The sight of you so flustered was almost enough to make him forget his anger from earlier. Almost. Your discomfort was like a drug to him, an aphrodisiac that only fueled his desire to rile you up even more.

His gaze flicked to you, his smirk deepening as if he could sense your annoyance. “Lucky me,” he drawled, his voice low and smooth, with a hint of sarcasm that made your skin prickle. “Looks like we’re stuck together for this project. Should be fun.”

“Don’t flatter yourself,” you shot back, narrowing your eyes. “I’m only with you because I have to be.”

Lucerys let out a low, mocking laugh, the sound curling between you like smoke. “Oh, I can tell. That scowl you’ve been wearing since day one is so inviting.” He leaned forward slightly, resting an elbow on the desk as his gaze swept over you. “Tell me, princess, how do you plan on surviving a week stuck on a boat with me? Going to throw yourself overboard to escape?”

Your jaw clenched, anger bubbling in your chest as you turned back to your laptop with a loud clack of keys. “I’m not worried about surviving, Lucerys. I’m more concerned about how you’ll handle being away from your precious daddy and all his money for so long.”

"Ah, the daddy card,” he said, tilting his head with an amused expression. “How original. Remind me again—what’s wrong with having money?”

You huffed, refusing to look at him as your fingers flew over the keyboard. “Nothing, if you’ve actually earned it. But I wouldn’t expect you to understand that.”

Lucerys chuckled, the sound infuriatingly warm, as if you’d just told him a joke. “Careful, you’re starting to sound jealous.”

Lucerys leaned back in his chair, his eyes flickering over to you. He could feel the tension radiating off of you in waves, and it only served to fuel his amusement. He knew you were just as unhappy about this arrangement as he was, but he couldn't help but feel a thrill of excitement.

You turned to glare at him, your temper flaring. “Jealous? Of you?” You leaned closer, your voice dripping with venom. “Trust me, Velaryon, there’s nothing about you I envy. If anything, I pity you.”

“Oh, do tell,” he said, his smirk unwavering. “What part of my charmed existence do you find so tragic?”

You paused, letting your words sink in before delivering the blow. “The part where you think that dumbass smirk of yours is going to get you through life. Not everyone happens to be impressed by it.”

For a split second, his smirk faltered, his eyes narrowing as if you’d hit a nerve. But just as quickly, he recovered, leaning back in his chair with a shrug. “Good thing I’m not trying to impress you, then.”

Your lips curled into a tight smile, your voice calm but laced with steel. “Perfect. Then stay out of my way, and I’ll stay out of yours. Maybe we’ll actually get this project done without killing each other.”

He watched as you busied yourself with the laptop, your fingers flying over the keys as you poured over the project details. He couldn't help but admire the way your brows furrowed in concentration, the way your tongue peeked out slightly as you focused on the task at hand.

The words hung between you like a gauntlet thrown to the ground. Lucerys held your gaze for a moment longer, his eyes dark and unreadable. Then, with an exaggerated sigh, he leaned back in his chair, waving a dismissive hand. “Fine by me, princess. But don’t say I didn’t warn you when things get… complicated.”

As the class went on, Lucerys found his mind wandering to the prospect of being stuck on a boat with you. The thought of being confined in such a small space, with no escape, sent a shiver down his spine. He knew that his patience would be tested, that his temper would likely flare on more than one occasion.

But there was a part of him that looked forward to it. He imagined the way your eyes would flash with anger, the way your cheeks would flush a pretty pink as you argued with him. He envisioned the heated exchanges, the way your voices would rise until you were both shouting, your chests heaving with exertion.

And then, in the midst of it all, he pictured a different sort of exchange. A moment where the tension between you would shift from anger to something else entirely. A moment where your eyes would meet, and the air would crackle with a different sort of energy.

Neither spoke as the lecture began, but the tension between you remained, a simmering heat that neither of you knew how to extinguish.

And deep down, a small, traitorous part of you wondered if you even wanted to.

You gathered your things and quickly exited the classroom as the lecture ended, eager to put some distance between you. Not that you had much luck, with the universe seemingly conspiring to throw him in your path at every turn.

You sighed as you entered the math classroom, spotting Lucerys already two rows back like a dark cloud looming over your day. But your spirits lifted when you saw who would be sitting next to you - Addam. Tall, dark and handsome, with a kind smile that made his eyes crinkle at the corners.

As the lecture began, you found yourself stealing glances at him, admiring the way his dreads fell over his forehead as he bent over his notebook. You wondered absently what it would feel like to run your fingers through them, to lean your head on his firm chest...

Suddenly, you heard a soft whisper and turned to see Addam looking at you, a shy smile on his lips. "Psst, you got a ruler?" he asked, his voice low and slightly rough. You felt a shiver run through you at the sound of it.

"Yeah, here you go," you stammered, rummaging through your pencil case and pulling out the ruler. As you handed it to him, your fingers brushed, and you swore you could feel the spark of electricity at the contact. He smiled at you, and you couldn't help but smile back, a blush rising to your cheeks.

Addam grinned at you, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Thanks," he whispered, his fingers lingering on yours just a second longer than necessary. "I'm Addam, by the way."

He paused for a moment, his gaze drifting over your features before meeting your eyes once more. "I have to admit, I've been hoping for an excuse to talk to you. Looks like fate just handed me one."

Lucerys sat two rows back, his brown eyes fixed on you. He watched as you flirted with the boy next to you, his jaw clenching with barely restrained jealousy. How dare you act so familiar with another man, when you had been so cold to him?

He shifted in his seat, his gaze never leaving you. He couldn't help but notice the way your cheeks flushed, the way your eyes sparkled with mirth as you interacted with your new 'friend'. It only fuelled his anger.

As the lecture droned on, Lucerys found himself growing more and more agitated. He couldn't focus on the equations scrawled across the chalkboard, his mind consumed with thoughts of you and Addam. The way your fingers had brushed, the way you had smiled at each other.

He scoffed, turning his attention back to the front of the class. He didn't care who you sat next to, didn't care who you flirted with. You were nothing to him, a mere nuisance to be dealt with.

But a small, dark part of him knew that he would never be able to forget you, no matter how hard he tried. You had gotten under his skin in a way that no one else ever had, and he knew he would never be able to truly move on.

You couldn't shake the feeling of being watched, the hairs on the back of your neck standing on end. Part of you didn't want to look, already knowing the source of such intensity. But curiosity got the better of you.

Turning slowly, you locked eyes with Lucerys. His gaze was piercing, almost accusatory, sending a shiver down your spine. You glared back, your brows furrowing in annoyance. Of course, it was him, Throwing daggers at you with his looks, his jaw clenched tight.

Great, just what you needed. The one person who seemed determined to make your life miserable, now glaring at you across the classroom. As if being forced to be his partner for that damn project wasn't bad enough, now he had to interrupt your attempts to actually enjoy yourself?

You turned back to Addam, trying to focus on his kind smile and the soft rumble of his voice. But the damage was done. Lucerys' glare had already left an imprint on your mind, a dark cloud hovering over your thoughts.

You sighed internally, knowing that no matter where you went or who you talked to, Lucerys would always find a way to get under your skin. His mere presence was enough to set you on edge, to make you question every little thing you did.

You were your own person, and you would act like it, no matter how much it annoyed the arrogant bastard scowling at you from across the room.

Lucerys couldn't believe his eyes as he watched you turn to face him, your brows furrowed in annoyance. The sight of your scowl only served to fuel his anger further, his hands clenching into fists on the desk in front of him.

How dare you act so carefree and happy when you were supposed to be partners? How dare you flirt with another man when you should have been focusing on your project? He felt a surge of jealousy and rage as he watched you turn back to Addam, your smile bright and uninhibited.

As the lecture ended, Lucerys quickly gathered his things, slamming his textbook shut with a loud bang. He couldn't wait to get you alone, to have it out with you in private.

Lucerys stormed out of the classroom, not even bothering to hold the door open for you. Let you struggle with it. He didn't care. He was too focused on his anger, too consumed by the need to confront you.

He waited for you outside, his arms crossed over his chest, his foot tapping impatiently against the ground. When you finally emerged, he stepped in front of you, blocking your path.

“What the hell was that about?” Lucerys demanded, his voice low but laced with a sharp edge that could cut through steel. He stepped into your path, blocking your escape as the afternoon sun casts a golden glow over the dock. “You said we’d focus on the project, but then I catch you batting your eyelashes at Addam like you’ve got nothing better to do? That’s low, even for you.”

You froze mid-step, turning slowly to face him, the incredulous look on your face enough to stop him in his tracks. “Wait. Hold on.” You held up a hand as if to physically halt his nonsense. “You can’t be serious right now. This was Math class, Lucerys, not Marine Ecology. I wasn’t exactly about to break out our project notes in the middle of calculating derivatives.”

You rolled your eyes with enough force to see your past life. “And you waited through a full 90-minute class to give me this half-baked lecture? Cute. How very dedicated of you.”

As you brushed past him, you couldn’t resist throwing one last dagger over your shoulder. “Oh, and about Addam? Get over yourself. I’m allowed to talk to whoever I want. I don’t need your permission, Velaryon. Shocking, I know.”

His jaw tightened, and you didn’t need to turn around to feel the heat of his glare boring into the back of your head. You heard his quickened steps as he caught up to you, his hand snagging the strap of your bag and tugging just hard enough to spin you back around.

“Don’t walk away from me,” he growled, his eyes blazing as he stepped closer, the space between you shrinking to something suffocatingly intimate. “Watch your tone.”

“My tone?” you shot back, wrenching your bag free from his grip with a sharp tug. “You’re the one throwing a tantrum because I dared to exist within three feet of another human being. Here’s a tip: maybe focus on being a decent partner for once instead of some overgrown hall monitor.”

His lips curled into a frustrated sneer. “A decent partner? Maybe I’d focus on that if you weren’t busy flirting around campus with every pretty face that crosses your path.”

You let out a disbelieving laugh, shaking your head as you crossed your arms over your chest. “Oh, poor Lucerys,” you said, your voice dripping with mock sympathy. “Did my casual conversation with Addam hurt your fragile little ego? For the record, I wasn’t flirting. But even if I was, it’s none of your business.”

Lucerys opened his mouth to retort, but you weren’t finished. Leaning in just slightly, you stared him down with an infuriatingly smug smile. “Here’s a reality check for you, Velaryon: I can juggle my social life and this damn project just fine. Multitasking. Maybe you’ve heard of it? Or does your silver-spoon upbringing not teach you that skill?”

His eyes narrowed, his jaw ticking as he stared at you, his anger palpable—but a different kind of heat lingered beneath it. “You think you’re so clever,” he said, his voice dropping into a dangerously soft tone. “So self-assured. But you’re walking on thin ice.”

“Thin ice?” you repeated with a scoff, stepping even closer. “Funny. I didn’t realize ice was part of this project. Must’ve missed that memo.”

For a moment, neither of you moved. The tension crackled like static electricity, your eyes locked in a battle neither of you wanted to lose. 

Then, in a voice that sent a shiver down your spine, Lucerys said, “You talk a big game, don’t you? Always ready with a comeback. But I wonder...” His eyes flickered briefly to your lips, just long enough for you to notice. “Are you as tough as you act? Or is it just a front?”

Your breath hitched, but you refused to back down, narrowing your eyes at him. “Try me, Velaryon,” you said, your voice low and steady. “You’ll find out exactly how tough I am.”

The corner of his mouth twitched—whether it was irritation or amusement, you couldn’t tell. “Fine,” he said, taking a step back, though his intense gaze stayed fixed on you. “Have it your way. But don’t come crying to me when you realise this project isn’t as simple as you think. I won’t go easy on you. Not because you’re a...” He hesitated, his eyes briefly flicking downward before returning to yours. “A grown woman,” he finished, the sarcasm dripping like venom.

Your lips twitched, fighting the urge to smile. “Oh, I’d never expect you to go easy, Velaryon,” you said, your voice as sweet as honey but sharp enough to cut. “Frankly, I’m counting on you to keep up.”

You turned on your heel, leaving him standing there, his jaw set and fists clenched at his sides. But as you walked away, you couldn’t help but feel the weight of his gaze lingering on you, and for a brief, maddening moment, you wondered if you’d struck a nerve—or if he’d struck one in you.

Sighing, you flopped down on the couch, scrolling through the mess of notes and printouts scattered across the desk. The stupid project outline was more challenging to get a handle on than you thought it would be. For over a week now, you had been struggling with the navigation plan and practical math part of the assignment. You swear, Lucerys was probably doing the bare minimum, just to make things difficult for you. The jerk.

You glanced at the time on your phone and realized Baela was still MIA, probably out with her twin, Rhaena, for the night. You couldn't blame her, but it left you with no one to bounce ideas off.

Rising from the couch, you hit play on your phone and cranked up some Nu Metal playlist, the aggressive rhythms and screaming vocals filling the small dorm room.

Trying to approach the assignments with pure anger and hatred. Maybe that would do the trick.

Without a care in the world, Lucerys made his way to his cousin Baela's dorm. She still had his Apple headphones, which she had borrowed a while back and conveniently forgotten to return.

Lucerys hesitated for a moment behind the door, hearing loud music blaring inside. Had Baela changed her taste in music, or was her roommate some kind of crazy rocker chick? He wondered to himself before slowly opening the door, not even bothering to knock.

Lucerys stepped into the dorm room, immediately drawn to the loud, aggressive music pounding through the speakers. He spotted you standing in the middle of the room, your movements sharp and agitated as you paced back and forth.

His brows furrowed as he surveyed the chaotic scene before him. Papers were scattered across every surface, and empty cans of energy drinks were strewn across the coffee table. You looked as if you were ready to tear your hair out in frustration.

"Well, well, well," Lucerys drawled, a smirk playing on his lips as he leaned against the doorframe, crossing his arms over his chest. "What do we have here? Looks like someone is having a tough time focusing on our little project."

He allowed his gaze to wander over you, noting how your clothes clung to your curves and the flush of anger colouring your cheeks. Part of him felt a twisted sense of satisfaction at seeing you so worked up.

Oh my god, not him again?! Your heart sank, caught completely off guard by his presence. You couldn’t believe it—you just couldn’t catch a break! Your frustration boiled over as you spun around, ready to confront Lucerys.

"You've got to be shitting me," you exclaimed, your voice rising in pitch as you threw your hands up in exasperation. "Is nowhere safe from you? I swear, you're like the fucking plague!"

You stormed across the room, your heart pounding in your chest as you approached him, his posture relaxed as he leaned nonchalantly against the doorframe. With all your might, you attempted to slam the door shut right before him.

But Lucerys moved quicker than you expected, catching the door before it could slam shut. He stepped into the dorm room, his brown eyes flashing with amusement and annoyance as he took in your exasperated expression.

"Careful now," he chided, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. "You don't want to damage university property." He kicked the door shut behind him, the loud music still blaring.

"And I'm not the plague, I'm just... persistent," Lucerys retorted, his voice rising over the aggressive beat. "Besides, I couldn't help but hear all this noise from the hallway. What are you trying to do, alert the whole dorm that you'restruggling with this project?"

Sighing loudly, you rub your temples, trying to ward off the headache that's been building from staring at these project notes for hours. You glance over at Lucerys, annoyance flashing in your eyes.

"This just happens to be my taste in music, jackass," you mutter, storming over to Baela's side of the room. You bend down to fish out the headphones from under her messy bed, your short shorts riding up to expose more of your thighs and the curve of your round ass. But you are too preoccupied to even notice, let alone care.

Lucerys let his eyes linger on your exposed thighs and ass for a moment before snapping back to your face as you turned around. He couldn't help but feel a rush of blood going south at the way your short shorts clung to your every move, the way your toned muscles flexed as you bent over.

"I know you're probably here for these headphones. Baela mentioned something about someone stopping by. So, stop trying to torment me, and we can move on with our lives... for now." You retort and straighten up, tossing the headphones at Lucerys. "There, are you happy now?" You ask sarcastically, crossing your arms over your chest.

Lucerys caught the headphones with a smirk. "Yes, I am," he replied, a wicked grin spreading across his face as he held up the headphones. "But you seem to be forgetting one thing..." He stepped closer to you, backing you up against Baela's desk. "You're not moving on until we finish this project."

You scoffed, leaning back against Baela's desk and eyeing Lucerys with annoyance and grudging respect. "Oh please, don't pretend like you're here to help. We both know that's the last thing on your mind," You retaliated, raising a brow. You let your gaze rake over his tall, lean frame, lingering just a moment too long on his lips.

"Is this really your idea of helping me? I have to say, your methods could use a lot of improvement," I quipped, a smirk playing at the corners of your mouth. You crossed your arms under your soft breasts, causing them to lift and draw his attention.

Lucerys felt his heart rate quicken as he noticed your gaze lingering on his lips. He took another step closer, standing inches from you, his tall frame looming over your smaller one.

"Maybe you just need a different perspective," he murmured, his voice low and intimate. "Sometimes, all it takes is just two heads together." He stepped closer, one hand coming up to grip the edge of Baela's desk, caging you in.

“And if you’re curious, yes, this is my way of offering help,” Lucerys continued, his gaze flickering between your eyes and the tempting neckline of your outfit. "Someone has to ensure you stay focused and on track with things."

His voice took on a playful tone as he added, “Do you always choose such... distracting attire when you’re trying to work? I must admit, it’s quite captivating.”

He leaned in further, the faintest hint of his breath brushing against your lips, making the air between you crackle with tension. “But for today, I’m willing to overlook it—just this once. How about you slip into something a bit more... modest?” His smirk was teasing, inviting. “Then we can finally concentrate on getting this project finished.”

You leaned back against Baela's desk, your heart pounding as Lucerys invaded your personal space. You could feel the heat radiating off his tall, lean body, his piercing gaze sending shivers down your spine.

"Oh please, you're not fooling anyone with this 'helping' act," I smirked, letting my eyes brazenly roam over his chiselled jawline and full lips. "But if you insist on sticking around, the least you could do is make yourself useful."

You crossed your arms, deliberately drawing his attention down again, the flimsy fabric of your top straining. You watched his eyes flick down to your cleavage, a thrill rushing you at catching him staring.

Lucerys' eyes darkened as they flicked up to meet your teasing gaze. He felt a rush of conflicting emotions surge through him - annoyance, frustration and a deep, carnal desire that he couldn't suppress.

"Unless you'd rather I give you a private show first?" You mocked him, your voice dripping with false innocence. "I could always change into something... more comfortable. For both of us."

Lucerys smirked at your mocking words, a glimmer of mischief sparkling in his eyes. "A private show, huh?" He shook his head slowly, chuckling softly. "As tempting as that offer is, I have a feeling we wouldn't be getting much work done if I agreed."

You continued without missing a beat. "But you've made it clear that you don't think much of me," you added, your voice barely a whisper. "It seems I’m just the 'scholarship girl.'"

"Is that what you think this is?" he murmured, his voice low and husky, sending a shiver down your spine as he leaned closer. His chin was a breath away from yours, eyes locked onto yours with challenge.

With deliberate slowness, he brushed a stray lock of hair from your cheek, his fingers grazing your skin with a warmth that ignited a flicker of desire within you. 

"You're wrong," he said, his voice thick with tension. "This isn't about your background or your scholarship status. This is about..." 

He paused for a moment, allowing the tension between you to grow. Then he leaned in and murmured heatedly against the shell of your ear, "And trust me, sweetheart, I have come to think very highly of you."

You eyed Lucerys sceptically as you called his bluff. "Oh really? From where I'm standing, it feels more like you're just here to torment me... and maybe cop a feel," you retorted, a sneer on your lips. You uncrossed your arms and planted your hands on your hips, inadvertently giving him an even better view of your front.

"But if you genuinely want to help, prove it. Sit down and actually assist me with this damn project already," you demanded. You turned and bent over to gather the scattered papers on Baela's desk, your butt thrusting out accidentally towards him as you did. The short shorts ride up even higher, exposing more of the smooth, soft skin of your thighs.

You could feel Lucerys' gaze burning into your backside as you worked, and a shiver ran down your spine at the intensity of his stare. Part of you revelled in the attention, while another part wondered how far he planned to take this little game. Only time would tell if he was actually here to help or to make your life more difficult in his own infuriating way.

Lucerys felt his heart race as you bent over in front of him, the sight of your perfect ass in those sinfully short shorts making his pants feel tighter by the second. He had to clench his fists and take a deep breath to keep from reaching out and grabbing a handful of your tempting curves right then and there.

But he held himself back, knowing that giving in to his base instincts would only lead to disaster. Instead, he forced himself to focus on your challenge, a smirk on his lips.

"Alright, I'll play along," he murmured, moving to the edge of Baela's desk. He leaned back, his long legs stretched out in front of him, ankles crossed. "But don't think for a second that this means I'm not still going to give you a hard time," he added with a smirk. "It's just too much fun to see you get all riled up."

You felt your cheeks flush and your pulse quicken as you caught yourself staring at Lucerys while he was talking, admiring the strong line of his jaw and how his hair fell rakishly into his piercing eyes as he focused on the project notes.

Why was he having this effect on you all of a sudden? You hated it.

"Let's start by going through what we have so far," Lucerys said, his voice tinged with a hint of huskiness that he couldn't shake. "It looks like you've got most of the research done, but the analysis is a bit... lacking." He paused, glancing up at you with a smirk. "I guess that's where I come in. I may not be the brightest crayon in the box, but I know my way around numbers."

"Uh yeah, sure, I'm gonna go make some coffee," you mumbled, turning away and moving towards the small kitchen corner. You needed a damn minute to yourself before you completely lost your mind and threw yourself at him.

Don't think about how tall and handsome he looks, lounging on Baela's desk like that, you told yourself firmly, rummaging around the cabinets for the coffee grounds. Focus on the caffeine, not the way his eyes crinkle when he smirks at you.

"My, uh, you want some coffee too?" You asked, trying to keep your tone casual and friendly, even as your hands shook slightly pouring the water into the Moka pot.

Just a minute alone, and then you can pull yourself together and get this project done.

He's just a guy. There are plenty out there, no need to fall for the first one with big brown eyes.

Lucerys watched as you made your way to the kitchen, admiring the sway of your hips and the way your shorts hugged your ass like a second skin. He couldn't help but smirk to himself, feeling a thrill of satisfaction at the way you seemed to be flustered by his presence.

"Sure, I'd love some coffee," he replied, his voice casual and friendly even as his eyes followed your every move. "You're not the only one who needs a pick-me-up to focus on this boring project." 

As you poured the water into the Moka pot, Lucerys couldn't resist the urge to torment you further. He stood up and wandered over to the counter, leaning against it and invading your personal space again.

"Careful now," he murmured his warm breath tickling your neck. "If you spill that, I might have to take off my shirt to help clean it up." He chuckled mockingly.

His sleazy remark made you snort. "Oh please, like you'd ruin your Ralph Lauren polo, pretty boy."

Lucerys's smirk deepened at your quick comeback. "Oh, you never know," he said, his voice low and teasing. "I might just surprise you in more ways than one." He winked playfully, his brown eyes glinting with mischief, making your heart race a little faster.

As the coffee finished brewing, Lucerys reached around you to grab two mugs from the cabinet. His chest brushed against your back as he did, his scent invading your senses - a mix of expensive cologne and the faint, lingering aroma of his hair products.

You had to bite back a sigh that threatened to slip out as Lucerys invaded your personal space, his chest brushing against your back and sending a jolt of electricity through you. You could feel the heat emanating from his body.

Truth be told, it had been far too long since you had been intimate with anyone, and now even Lucerys' mere presence was enough to make you feel like a cat in heat. You could feel a familiar ache beginning to throb between your thighs, and you had to clench them together to try to alleviate the sudden discomfort.

Lucerys felt a rush of excitement as you pressed yourself against him, your soft curves moulding perfectly to his harder planes. He could feel the heat radiating from your body, and it made his own core temperature rise sharply.

As you both stepped back, Lucerys found himself face to face with your flushed cheeks and wild eyes. And he felt a surge of masculine pride at knowing that he was the cause of such agitation in you.

"So, um, about that coffee," you said, your voice husky as you tried to regain your composure. "I don't have any cream or sugar, so it's gonna be pretty strong."

Lucerys smirked, knowing full well that the only thing making your cheeks flush and your voice tremble was his proximity and the undeniable chemistry crackling between you. "No worries about that," he murmured, his eyes gleaming with a hint of hunger as he leaned in closer, his face mere inches from yours.

He watched as you poured the dark, rich coffee into the mugs, the aroma filling the small kitchen. Lucerys couldn't help but let his gaze wander over your body, taking in the way the fabric of your top did little to hide anything, the way your shorts clung to every curve.

You raised your brows defiantly as you looked at him, his cheeks flushed with frustration and a touch of embarrassment at being caught ogling you like a horny teenage boy. "Can you stop staring at my tits and ass? Thanks." You snapped, your voice dripping with sarcasm and annoyance.

Lucerys felt his face flush redder at your blunt words, a mix of embarrassment and lust swirling in his gut as he tore his gaze away from your tempting curves. "Sorry," he muttered, though the smirk tugging at his lips suggested he wasn't truly sorry. "I can't help it. You're just so..."

This endless game of push and pull had to stop; it was becoming absurd. This happens when two hormonal young adults are left together in a room late at night.

"I thought we were going to focus on the project," you said, trying to steer the conversation back on track as you handed him one of the mugs. "Or do you have no intention of actually getting anything done?"

Lucerys took the mug from your hand, his fingers brushing against yours and lingering longer than necessary. He could feel the warmth of your skin, the softness of your touch. It sent a jolt through him, reminding him of the electricity that seemed to constantly crackle between you two.

"I have every intention of getting this project done," he murmured, his voice low and smooth. "But you make it so hard to concentrate when walking around looking like that." He gestured vaguely at your body with the mug, his eyes roaming over your curves once more.

“Are you admitting that you find me distracting?” you said with raised brows. “I thought I was just another pest in your life, someone whose presence annoys you. And yet here you are, flirting with me as if nothing is wrong. What is your deal? Do you think I’m some easy target?” You grew angrier with each word, his mind games making your head spin.

Your cheeks flushed hot with embarrassment and annoyance as you stared him down. "Is fucking with my head some sort of fetish of yours?" You demanded, jabbing a finger at his chest.

Lucerys caught your wrist before you could jab him again. "No, you're not an easy target," Lucerys said, his voice suddenly serious and intense. "Far from it, in fact. You're the most infuriating, frustrating, and maddening woman I've ever met."

At that moment, Lucerys felt the weight of his predicament pressing down on him like a storm cloud. He realized he was in deep waters, far beyond what he could handle. The pact he had made with himself—to make you suffer—was slipping from his grasp. 

Every attempt to ignore you or provoke you only intensified the emotions he tried to suppress. Your fleeting glances and unexpected smiles stoked a fire he wished to extinguish, indicating the conflict within him. With each tense encounter, Lucerys found himself questioning his motives and the depth of his feelings for you, trapped in a tumultuous sea of regret and longing.

He stepped closer, backing you up against the counter, his body now flush against yours as he looked down at you with darkened eyes. "This isn't a game to me," he murmured, his voice low and rough. "Trust me, the last thing I want to do is fuck with your head. Believe it or not, I actually want to help you with this damn project."

At that moment, Lucerys knew that his obsession with you was no longer a game or a way to prove dominance. It had become an addiction, a desperate need that consumed his every thought. He craved your presence, your touch, your laughter - anything that would allow him to be close to you.

"Then help me," you demanded with a measured calmness, your voice barely above a whisper, but sharp enough to slice through the air between you. You held his gaze, refusing to look away.

As you stared into his eyes, a fierce fire ignited within you, mingling with the heat radiating from the slightest brush of his fingers against yours. It was maddening—the way he could infuriate you and yet draw you in at the same time.

The tension crackled, hanging heavy in the air around you. You wanted to hate him, to push him away, but there was an undeniable allure in your conflicting emotions, a magnetic pull that kept you rooted to the spot.

Lucerys's heart pounded as he gazed into your fierce, defiant eyes. The fire within them ignited a matching flame within him, consuming any lingering doubts about his true feelings. He knew he should back away, and put an end to this dangerous game before it was too late. 

But he couldn't bring himself to do it.

Instead, he leaned in closer, his lips a mere breath away from yours. "I will," he promised, his voice low and intense, "I'll help you with everything you need." His gaze flickered down to your mouth, lingering there for a long, charged moment before drifting back up to meet your eyes.

As he leaned in, Lucerys caught a hint of your scent—a blend of the coffee you brewed and a touch of perfume. It was intoxicating, and he felt an overwhelming urge to bury his face in the crook of your neck, wanting to breathe you in until your essence was imprinted on his very soul.

Your pulse pounded in your ears, cheeks flushed and breathless. Lucerys' hold kept you rooted on the spot, rendering you speechless and breathless. You could feel your chest heaving.

You found yourself leaning closer, inexplicably drawn to him like a magnet. Your body ached to close the distance, to feel his lips against yours, his arms around you...but you couldn't bring yourself to do it. The tension crackled.

Seconds before your lips met, Baela's cheerful voice rang out, shattering the charged moment. You staggered back, tearing your wrist from Lucerys' grasp. The sudden movement sent a mug flying on the counter, shards of ceramic and dark coffee splattering across the floor.

You gasped, pressing a hand to your racing heart. The sudden sounds felt like a shock after the scorching heat radiating from Lucerys' body. You blinked rapidly, trying to clear the haze of lust from your mind.

"Oh god, I'm so sorry," you stammered, bending down to start cleaning up the mess. Your hands shook as you grabbed paper towels, dabbing at the spreading puddle of coffee. "I'm just... it's been a long day. I didn't mean to be so clumsy." 

You couldn't bring yourself to look at Lucerys, scared you might tear up from the embarrassment you felt. The tension still hung heavy between us, the unspoken desire almost palpable.

Lucerys stepped back sharply as if burned by your sudden movement. The sound of shattering ceramic jolted him out of the lustful haze that had consumed him moments before. He blinked rapidly, trying to regain his bearings as he watched you bend down to clean up the mess, your ass sticking up in the air, and felt his cock twitch traitorously in his pants.

For a moment, Lucerys felt a pang of guilt for allowing things to go so far. He hadn't meant to overwhelm you like that, to push you to the point of breaking. But the sight of you bending over, your body trembling and flushed, only served to reignite the desire that coursed through his veins.

But as he watched you bend over, trying to salvage the shattered mug and spilt coffee, Lucerys felt a pang of concern. He couldn't leave you flustered and embarrassed like this, not with how his body thrummed with unleashed tension.

Lucerys picked up a roll of paper towels, kneeling down to help you mop up the spill. "It's okay," he said softly, crouching beside you. He gently placed a hand on your shoulder and gave it a comforting squeeze. "I'll help you clean this up. There's no need to be upset."

To his surprise, you flinched slightly at his touch, as if his fingers were made of fire and could burn you. Lucerys felt a twinge of regret for allowing things to go so far, for pushing you to the point of breaking. But as he looked down at your form, he couldn't shake the feeling that there was something more to your sudden dismissal than just a spilt mug.

You couldn’t bring yourself to look at Lucerys, terrified that you might completely lose the little composure you had left. Your heart raced, and your cheeks burned with embarrassment as you crouched on the floor, fiercely gripping the damp paper towels.

“No,” you snapped, your voice harsher than you intended. “Just send your analytics to my email, and I'll create a shared file. We can discuss this more in class…” You trailed off, unable to meet his gaze.

You could feel Lucerys’s presence looming over you and practically sense the questions and confusion radiating from him. Your hair fell forward, shielding you from view as you focused intently on cleaning up the mess you had made.

You couldn’t let yourself get lost; you couldn’t allow yourself to be pulled back under by the tidal wave of lust and longing that threatened to drown you.

So you simply nodded curtly, your voice tight as you dismissed him. “Just go,” you said, still unable to look him in the eye. “Please.”

Lucerys felt hurt by your dismissive tone and obvious dismissal in your voice. He could sense the tension radiating from you, the embarrassment and confusion that hung heavy between you.

"Alright," he said softly, standing up slowly. "I'll send you the analytics. We can discuss it more in class, like you said." He wanted to reach out, to grab your chin and tilt your face up so that you had no choice but to meet his gaze. He wanted to demand an explanation for your sudden cold shoulder, to understand what had just happened between you.

But he didn't. Instead, he turned to leave, pausing at the door to glance back at your still bent-over form. "For what it's worth, I'm sorry," he said, his voice low and rough with barely suppressed emotion. "I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable. I just..." He trailed off, shaking his head. "Just focus on the project. I'll see you tomorrow."

As he walked away, Lucerys couldn't help but glance back at you one last time, his eyes filled with longing and regret. He didn't know what the future held, but he knew one thing for sure - he wouldn't stop until he had you, no matter the cost.

“Bye, Baela,” Lucerys said dismissively, his tone cold as he brushed past her. He didn’t spare her a glance, focusing on the door ahead as he exited the room, leaving an air of unresolved tension behind him. The silence that followed felt heavy, a stark contrast to the words he had left unspoken.

Baela stood by the doorway, stunned, with her lips parted in confusion. "Wh-what just happened?" She rushed over to help you with the spilt coffee, grabbing more paper towels and crouching down next to you.

You couldn't meet her gaze, tears streaming down your burning cheeks. You felt utterly humiliated and confused.

"I...I don't know what happened," you choked out, your voice shaking. "One minute we were arguing, and the next..." you trailed off, unable to put into words the intense, charged moment that had passed between you.

Baela's brows furrowed with worry as she gently pulled you into a hug, being careful not to cut herself on the broken ceramic scattered around us. "Shh, it's okay," she murmured, rubbing your back soothingly. "Did he say something to upset you? Or do something? You can tell me. You know you can always trust me."

You buried your face in Baela's shoulder, your tears soaking into the fabric of her shirt as you tried to regain your composure. The truth was, you didn't know what had happened.

Lucerys stalked out of the room, his mind reeling with confusion and frustration. He couldn't understand why you had suddenly pulled away, why you had rejected him so harshly after the charged moment you had shared.

As he walked down the hallway, he tried to push away the memory of your flushed cheeks and heaving chest, your body against his. But it was no use - the image was seared into his brain, taunting him with what could have been.

He knew he should focus on the project as he had promised. But all he could think about was you and the way your lips had been a hair's breadth away from his before Baela had interrupted.

By the time he reached his dorm room, Lucerys was in a foul mood. He slammed the door behind him and collapsed onto his bed, staring up at the ceiling as he tried to make sense of the whirlwind of emotions swirling inside him.

He couldn't stop thinking about the way your body had felt pressed against his, the way your breath had mingled with his own. He could still feel the heat of your skin, the softness of your curves. It was driving him crazy.

But most of all, he couldn't understand why you had suddenly pulled away, rejecting him so harshly after the charged moment you had shared. It made no sense to him, and it left him feeling confused and hurt.

Lucerys tossed and turned in his bed, unable to find a comfortable position. He kept seeing your face in his mind's eye. The memories made his cock throb and strain against the confines of his boxers.

Damn it, why did you have to be so fucking irresistible? He cursed under his breath, punching his pillow in frustration. He had promised himself that he would help you with the project, but all Lucerys could think about was how badly he wanted to bend you over the desk and fuck you until you screamed his name.

He imagined pinning your wrists above your head as he drove into you from behind, grunting with each powerful thrust of his hips. He envisioned the way your tits would bounce as he pounded you, your pussy clenching tight around his thick, aching cock.

Lucerys groaned aloud, palming himself through his sweatpants. Fuck, he needed to get a grip. He couldn't keep lusting after you like this, couldn't keep letting his dick dictate his actions. He had to focus on the project and get through the first year of university, not imagine all the filthy things he wanted to do to your sexy little body.

You arrived at class much earlier than Lucerys, the nervous anticipation gnawing at you, an incessant feeling that threatened to unravel your composure. You took a deep breath, trying to calm your racing heart, while your fingers hovered nervously over the keyboard, clammy with anxiety. Lucerys had sent over the analytics just as he had promised, but the brevity of your exchange left a lingering silence between you two. Ever since that day last week, you hadn’t seen him at school, and perhaps it was for the best—distance had its advantages.

As the theoretical part of the project drew to a close, you could take relief in your performance: an impressive 84% on the research. However, the practical segment loomed ominously over you like a rain cloud threatening to burst. A week alone with Lucerys, confined in a boat of all places—your skin prickled at the thought. You despised small, enclosed spaces; they made you feel trapped and vulnerable. And yet, even more unsettling was the reality of spending so much time with Lucerys. You repeated the mantra in your mind: you hated confined spaces, you hated moisture, and most importantly, you hated Lucerys. But deep down, you weren’t sure if your feelings were that simple.

Lucerys strolled into the classroom, his eyes immediately drawn to your tense form hunched over your laptop. He could see the way your shoulders were hunched, your fingers trembling slightly as you typed away. It made his heart ache in a way he couldn't quite understand.

As he approached your desk, he hesitated, unsure of how to greet you after the charged encounter you had shared. He settled for a gruff "Morning," before taking his seat beside you.

"Morning," you replied, your eyes fixed on the glowing screen in front of you, deliberately avoiding his gaze. The soft hum of the computer filled the air as you immersed yourself in the task at hand, the distant clatter of keyboards and muted conversations fading into the background.

Throughout the lesson, Lucerys found it impossible to concentrate on the lecture, his mind constantly wandering to the tension that still hung heavy between you. He could feel the weight of it, the unspoken words and lingering glances that passed between you both.

As the class drew close, their professor reminded them of the impending practical assessment - a week-long trip aboard a research vessel where they would put their theoretical knowledge to the test. Lucerys felt a thrill of anticipation at the thought of being trapped in close quarters with you for so long but also a flicker of trepidation.

He turned to face you, his brows furrowed with concern. "Are you okay?" he asked softly, his voice low so that only you could hear. You seem...nervous." He wanted to reach out, to take your hand in his and give it a comforting squeeze, but he held back, remembering your harsh dismissal of him last week.

Instead, he watched you, his eyes searching your face for any clue as to what you might be thinking. He could sense the fear and uncertainty emanating from you, and it made him want to pull you into his arms and promise that he would protect you from whatever demons haunted you.

But he didn't. He just sat there, waiting for your response, his heart pounding as he tried to steel himself for the challenges ahead - both in the assessment and his own battle to resist his growing feelings for you.

You jumped slightly at Lucerys' voice, your heart leaping into your throat.

"Oh," you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper. "Yeah, I'm...I'm fine." You lied, not wanting to admit the truth.

Your hands trembled slightly as you snapped your laptop shut, a blush creeping across your cheeks. You could feel Lucerys' gaze on you, intense and searching, and it made your stomach flutter nervously.

You avoided his eyes, focusing instead on shoving your things haphazardly into your bag. "I'm just...nervous about the practical assessment," you admitted, biting your lower lip. "Being stuck on a boat for a week..." you trailed off, mind reeling at the thought of being trapped in such close quarters with Lucerys. "I don't like open water that much..."

You knew you should say more, and acknowledge the tension that still crackled between you after your encounter last week. But you couldn't bring yourself to do it, couldn't bring yourself to put into words the confusing tangle of emotions that Lucerys always seemed to evoke in you.

He nodded, his expression softening with understanding. "I get it," he murmured, his voice low and gentle. "Being stuck on a boat for that long... it's not exactly my idea of a good time either."

He hesitated for a moment before speaking again, his tone carefully neutral. "But we'll get through it together," he assured you, his gaze finally meeting yours. "I promise, I won't let anything happen to you."

"So..." he said, breaking the tension slightly as he gestured towards your bag. "Need a hand with that?"

He stood up and reached out to help you gather your things, his fingers brushing against yours as he took your bag from your trembling hands. The contact sent a jolt of electricity through him, and he had to resist the urge to lace his fingers with yours.

Damn it, why did you have to be so enticing? He cursed under his breath, trying to will away the growing ache in his pants.

You glanced up at Lucerys, your heart fluttering nervously in your chest. "Thanks," you murmured softly, a faint blush colouring your cheeks as you avoided his intense gaze.

"But wait," you began, biting your lower lip anxiously as you rambled on, "where exactly are we supposed to find a boat from for this assessment? I know the school has some, but they always look so... unreliable. And I heard there's already a long waiting list with other groups signed up."

"I don't want to be stuck on some rickety old boat for a week," you confessed, your eyes wide with apprehension as you looked to Lucerys for a solution.

Your heart raced in your chest as you waited for his response, the warmth of his proximity making your skin prickle with a confusing mix of nerves and anticipation. You couldn't help but notice the way his arm brushed against yours as you walked out of the classroom, sending a jolt of electricity through you that made your toes curl in your boots.

Please, you silently prayed, hoping he had a plan.

Lucerys smiled reassuringly at your anxious question, his eyes softening with understanding. "Don't worry," he said calmly, "I've already taken care of it."

He paused momentarily, considering how to break the news to you. Finally, he spoke up, his voice low and slightly tentative.

"My grandfather owns too many private yachts for one man," he explained, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. "And he's agreed to let us use one for the assessment. It's not exactly a 'rickety old boat'," he added with a cheeky smile.

Lucerys could see the relief washing over your face, and he felt a swell of pride knowing that he had been able to set your mind at ease. He knew how much this assessment meant to both of you and was determined to do whatever it took to help you succeed.

Your eyes widened in surprise, a flicker of excitement sparking in your eyes. "Really?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper. "That's...wow, that's great. Thank you, Lucerys."

Lucerys just shrugged nonchalantly, playing it cool even as his heart raced at your grateful smile and the way your eyes sparkled with excitement. "Don't mention it," he murmured, trying to downplay his role in ensuring your assessment went smoothly.

As you walked out of the classroom together, Lucerys couldn't help but let his gaze linger on your form, admiring the sway of your hips and the way your hair bounced with each step. He knew he should keep his eyes on the path ahead, but he found himself drawn to you like a moth to a flame.

Damn, but you were gorgeous. And not just on the outside - though fuck, the way your ass swayed in those jeans was enough to make a grown man weep. No, it was your spirit that truly captivated him. Your intelligence, your passion, your fire...it was everything he could ever want in a partner.

You glanced up at Lucerys, your heart fluttering nervously in your chest as you clutched your bag tightly. You knew all too well about his family's immense wealth and power, their name synonymous with the Velaryon Shipping Empire. It was almost impossible to fathom that someone like him, with roots tracing back to one of the most influential and richest families in the realm, would even give you the time of day.

"So, your grandfather... Corlys Velaryon, right?" You asked awkwardly, your voice barely above a whisper as you avoided his intense gaze, your cheeks flushing slightly at the mention of his wealthy grandfather.

Lucerys felt a flicker of amusement at your question, a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. He knew all too well the reputation that his family had, the way that people often treated him with a mix of awe and trepidation simply because of their name.

Lucerys chuckled softly, his purple eyes twinkling with mirth as he glanced down at you. "Ah, so you've heard of him," he teased, his voice low and playful. "I suppose it's hard to miss."

"He's agreed to let us use one of his yachts for the assessment," Lucerys said, changing the subject slightly. "It's a pretty big one, with all the latest amenities. You don't have to worry about being stuck on some rickety old boat."

Lucerys could see the surprise and disbelief in your eyes, the way your grip tightened on your bag as you processed this information. He knew it was a lot to take in, the realization that someone like him, with all his wealth and power, would go out of his way to help someone like you.

You glanced up at Lucerys, your heart fluttering nervously. You could hardly believe what you were hearing - a private yacht, owned by none other than the famous Corlys Velaryon himself! It was like something out of a movie.

"I've never been on a private yacht before," you admitted shyly, feeling your cheeks flush at the thought of being on such a luxurious yacht. "I can't believe you have access to something like that..."

As you walked side by side, you accidentally brushed your hip against his, the contact sending a jolt of electricity through your body. You felt a warmth pooling low in your belly, a longing for him.

Being this close to Lucerys had that effect on you - your body seemed to respond to his presence in ways you couldn't control.

You tried to focus on your conversation, but it was hard to concentrate with Lucerys' arm brushing against you with every step. You could smell the clean, masculine scent of his cologne, and could feel the heat radiating off his skin.

It was distracting, to say the least. The idea of being confined with Lucerys for a week, just the two of you...

You knew you shouldn't, but all you could think about was Lucerys... and the way his long fingers would feel around your neck.

Lucerys felt the brush of your hip against his, and it took every ounce of his self-control not to pull you flush against him, to feel the soft curves of your body melding with his harder planes. He could feel the heat of your skin even through your clothes, and it made his blood run hot in his veins.

He could see the longing in your eyes, the way your gaze kept flicking down to his lips before darting away again. He knew that you felt the same pull towards him that he felt towards you, the same undeniable attraction that seemed to grow stronger with each passing day.

Fuck, he wanted you. He wanted to take you right then and there, to bend you over and fuck you until you screamed his name. He wanted to feel your tight little cunt clenching around his cock as he drove into you again and again, wanting to fill you up with his hot, thick cum until it was dripping down your thighs.

But Lucerys knew he had to rein himself in, had to focus on the task at hand.

So he simply smiled, his gaze softening as he looked down at you. "It's not as impressive as it sounds," he said, trying to downplay the extravagance of it all. "My grandfather has so many yachts, he's probably forgotten half of them."

He paused for a moment, considering his next words carefully. "But I'm glad you're excited about it," he added, his voice lowering slightly. "I have a feeling this trip is going to be... memorable for more reasons than just the assessment."

Lucerys knew he was treading on dangerous ground here, but he couldn't help himself, not when being near you felt like this - like a live wire crackling with electricity, ready to ignite at any moment.

He desired you, plain and simple. Wanted to feel your naked body writhing beneath his as he fucked you senseless, wanted to hear his name falling from your lips as you came undone around his cock.

The weeks drifted by in a surprisingly mundane fashion, each day blurring into the next. You and Luke were acutely aware of the tension simmering between you, an unspoken energy that crackled in the air. Yet, for reasons unknown, neither of you dared to confront it; perhaps it was a silent agreement that some things were better left unresolved.

Baela, however, remained ever-watchful, her gaze sharp and prying. She pulled each of you aside, her curiosity palpable as she probed about your feelings for one another. It seemed her inner matchmaker was desperate for a confession, but you both skillfully sidestepped her efforts, exchanging vague reassurances that only fueled her frustration.

“He’s fine. We get along now, kinda,” you answered her pestering, the words feeling futile even as they left his lips.

“Yeah, she’s okay. I don’t know… we just mostly talk about the assessment and other homework,” Luke said, trying to downplay the complexity of your relationship.

Baela's exasperation was almost comical; you could practically see her wanting to tear her hair out in frustration. But instead of succumbing to that impulse, she turned her matchmaking energy toward a different target. Through a chance conversation in one of their shared lectures, she got you a date between you and Addam.

And so, here you found yourself, seated at a lovely restaurant, the soft glow of candlelight flickering in the dim ambience. Across from you sat Addam, effortlessly charismatic with a smile that could rival the sun. His striking features seemed almost ethereal as if he had stepped out of a fashion magazine. The rich, velvety Dornish wine cradled in your glass offered a welcome distraction, its warmth swirling in your stomach, soothing your nerves as you awaited the arrival of your food.

As you stole glances at Addam, you couldn’t help but marvel at how easy it was to feel drawn to him. The rustle of conversation around you faded into a gentle hum, while thoughts of Luke lurked just beneath the surface, complicating what was meant to be a straightforward evening. Could a simple date with someone charming ease the tension you had with Luke, or would it make the feelings in your heart more complicated?

As the evening wore on, Addam regaled you with fascinating stories of his travels and adventures, his love for life infectious. He had a way of making you feel like the only person in the room, his full attention focused solely on you. It was a pleasant change of pace from the charged silences and loaded glances that had become the norm with Luke.

Yet, even as you laughed and flirted with Addam, you couldn't shake the persistent thought of Lucerys from your mind. His smile, his scent, the way his hand had felt brushing against yours a hundred times a day... it all lingered, a ghostly presence intruding upon your date.

Addam seemed to sense your distraction, his smile softening slightly as he reached across the table to gently cover your hand with his own. "Is everything alright?" he asked softly, his thumb brushing lightly over your knuckles. "You seem a bit preoccupied tonight."

His gaze was warm and concerned, inviting you to unburden yourself to him. Yet even as you looked into his striking eyes, you felt guilty, knowing that your thoughts were consumed by someone else.

You startled slightly as Addam's fingers brushed against yours, his touch a grounding force that pulled you back from the tangled web of thoughts swirling in your head. You flashed him a small smile, giving his hand a gentle squeeze in return. "I'm sorry, I'm fine," you reassured him, hoping he couldn't hear the slight tremor in your voice. "Just a bit stressed about the impending exams, I'm afraid I have a tendency to get rather anxious..." you trailed off with a nervous little chuckle, taking a sip of the rich red wine.

You gazed into Addam's striking eyes, feeling almost hypnotized by their intensity. You silently thanked Baela for orchestrating this date, for giving you a welcome distraction from the constant pull you felt towards a certain someone else.

Shaking off the intrusive thoughts, you smiled at Addam and asked, "I'd love to know more about you, beyond your sailing adventures. What do you enjoy doing for fun, when you're not out on the open sea?" You leaned forward slightly, genuinely interested in his response and desperate to lose yourself in his charming presence. The candlelight flickered, casting a warm glow on his handsome features, and you found yourself wanting nothing more than to get lost in conversation with him, to forget about everything and everyone else.

Addam's eyes sparkled with enthusiasm at your question, a boyish grin spreading across his face. "Well, when I'm not out exploring the world, I have a few hobbies that keep me busy," he said, leaning back in his chair and taking a sip of his own wine. "I'm quite fond of playing the lute, though I'm not nearly as skilled as my brother. He's a true maestro with the instrument."

He paused for a moment, considering his following words carefully. "I also enjoy reading, particularly stories of ancient history and mythology. Something is fascinating about the way our ancestors perceived the world, the gods and monsters they created to make sense of the unknown."

Addam's gaze softened as he looked at you, a hint of vulnerability in his eyes. "But I must admit, I find the most enjoyment in the company of others. A lively debate over a good meal, a walk through the gardens in the evening, a cosy night in with a book and a warm fire... I believe the best moments in life are the ones shared with the people we care about."

As he spoke, Addam reached out to take your hand, his fingers intertwining with yours. "And I must say, I'm quite enjoying this moment," he murmured, his voice lowering slightly as he held your gaze. "You have a way of making even the most ordinary evening feel... extraordinary."

You felt a flutter in your chest at Addam's words, a warmth blossoming within you that had nothing to do with the rich wine swirling in your glass.

Almost as if compelled by an unseen force, you found yourself leaning closer to Addam, drawn in by the magnetic allure of his personality. "I feel the same way," you confessed softly, your thumb brushing over the back of his hand in a gentle caress. "It's rare to connect with someone like this, to feel so at ease in their company..."

But even as you lost yourself in Addam's captivating gaze, a small part of your mind drifted to Luke. Did he know you were out on this date tonight? Would he feel jealous if he saw you now, seen you through the softly glowing candlelight of the restaurant?

The thought sent an unexpected thrill through you that you quickly tried to push down. You had to focus on the present moment, on the charming company of the man before you. Luke, with his constant brooding and his unspoken words, would have to take a backseat tonight.

Addam's heart raced as you leaned closer, your soft confession sending a surge of excitement through his veins. He felt the gentle brush of your thumb against his hand, a feather-light touch that ignited a flame within him. The candlelight flickered in your eyes, casting a warm glow on your beautiful face, and Addam felt a sudden urge to reach out and caress your cheek, to feel the softness of your skin beneath his fingertips.

He had always been drawn to your beauty and admired the way your eyes sparkled with intelligence and wit. But it was your kindness, your gentle heart, that truly captivated him.

As the evening wore on, Addam found himself growing more and more enchanted by your company. Your laughter was music to his ears, your thoughts and opinions fascinating him in a way that few others had. He hung onto your every word, devouring each story like a man starved.

But even as he lost himself in the bliss of your presence, a small part of Addam couldn't shake the feeling that there was something else on your mind. He had seen the way your gaze sometimes drifted, a faraway look in your eyes as if you were miles away, lost in thought. Addam had a suspicion about what, or rather who might be occupying your mind so thoroughly.

The thought of Lucerys Velaryon sent a flicker of something dark and unpleasant through Addam's chest. He had never been one to shy away from competition, but the idea of losing you to that brooding, enigmatic fool was a bitter pill to swallow.

As the enchanting evening drew to a close, you found yourself standing outside your campus residence, the cool night air a pleasant contrast to the cosy warmth of the restaurant. Addam, ever the gentleman, had insisted on walking you home, a charming smile playing on his lips as he gazed down at you with those mesmerizing eyes.

You couldn't help but return his smile, your own eyes crinkling at the corners from the sheer enjoyment of our date. "Thank you, I had a lovely time, really," you murmured, meaning every word. It truly had been a wonderful evening.

Yet, even as you stood there, bathed in the soft glow of the streetlights, you couldn't shake the nagging feeling that something was amiss. It was like a small voice at the back of your mind, whispering a secret you couldn't quite comprehend. You tried to push it down, to focus on the present moment and the handsome man before you, but it persisted, an itch you couldn't scratch.

Still, you didn't want Addam to know that a part of your thoughts were elsewhere. He had been such a perfect gentleman, a charming and attentive date, and you didn't want to diminish the wonderful time you had shared. So you simply smiled up at him.

Addam's smile softened, a tender look entering his eyes as he gazed down at you. "It was my pleasure entirely," he murmured, his voice low and warm in the cool night air. "Seeing you smile like that, hearing your laughter... it's a sound I could get used to."

He reached out, gently tucking a stray lock of hair behind your ear. His fingers lingered, lightly tracing the curve of your cheek, the delicate line of your jaw. Addam's heart raced as he leaned in closer, his gaze dropping to your lips. He wondered if they would be as soft and sweet as they looked, wondered how you would taste...

But then he paused, a flicker of hesitation in his eyes. He sensed that you were distracted, your thoughts preoccupied. The realisation that it might have something to do with Lucerys Velaryon sent envy through him, but Addam was determined to be patient. He wouldn't rush this and wouldn't risk scaring you away.

Instead, he stepped back slightly, a rueful smile playing at the corners of his mouth. "I hope we can do this again sometime," he said softly, his voice tinged with a hint of hopeful anticipation. "Perhaps dinner, or a walk through the gardens... whatever you like."

Addam's thumb brushed lightly over your lower lip, a feather-light touch that sent a shiver down your spine. "Goodnight, my lady," he murmured, his voice a husky whisper in the darkness. "Sweet dreams."

You could hardly contain your excitement as you practically floated into your shared room, your heart racing from the incredible evening you had just spent with Addam. You kicked off your heels with a contented sigh, a giddy grin spreading across your face as you turned to face Baela.

"Baela, oh my goodness, you won't believe how amazing tonight was!" You exclaimed, your words tumbling out in an enthusiastic rush. "Addam was the perfect gentleman, opening doors, paying for everything, even walking me all the way home. And let me tell you, that man is seriously gorgeous. Like, next level, ridiculously handsome. I swear I saw a few girls practically swooning as we walked by!" You giggled, still in awe of his devastating good looks.

You plopped down on the bed, your cheeks flushed and your eyes sparkling with joy. "I mean, I know you set this up, but seriously, thank you so much. I can't remember the last time I had such a wonderful time on a date. Addam is charming, funny, and so easy to talk to."

You couldn't wipe the grin off your face as you rambled on about Addam, your heart fluttering at the mere mention of his name. You knew you were gushing, but you couldn't help it. Tonight had been magical, and you were already looking forward to seeing him again.

Little did you know, Baela had been on a FaceTime call with Lucerys the entire time, and he had heard every single word...

Lucerys sat on the edge of his bed, his face illuminated by the glow of his phone screen. He had been chatting with Baela for the better part of an hour, catching up and lamenting the monotony of their shared lectures. But as he listened to his cousin, a sudden burst of feminine excitement caught his attention. His brows furrowed slightly as he realized that you were the one speaking, your voice high-pitched and breathy with barely contained glee.

"...let me tell you, that man is seriously gorgeous. Like, next level, ridiculously handsome...". Lucerys felt his gut clench at the mention of Addam, a surge of something dark and ugly rising up in his throat. He listened intently as you recounted every detail of their date, from the charming restaurant to the gentlemanly gestures to the sparkling conversation. With each word, Lucerys felt his blood run hotter, his jaw clenching tighter until it ached.

Lucerys had always known that Addam was a threat, a rival for your affections. But hearing you sing his praises so readily, so eagerly, made Lucerys question his own sanity. Had he been blind to the depth of your feelings for the other man? Was there even a chance for him anymore?

He didn't realize he was in love with you until that moment. Didn't realize that he had fallen somewhere between the charged silences and loaded glances, the constant pull he felt towards you. But as he listened to you gush about another man, he knew with a sudden, sickening certainty that he loved you.

As if sensing his presence, Baela turned to face the camera, her eyes widening as she saw the dark look on Lucerys' face. "Oh, sorry Luke," she said, a slightly cheeky expression crossing her face. "I didn't realize you were still on the call."

Lucerys forced a smile, trying to ignore the tightness in his chest. "I heard every word," he said simply, his voice carefully controlled.

He watched as Baela tried to contain her own grin, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she listened to you gush about Addam and saw Lucerys' reaction to it. She knew exactly what she was doing, the little matchmaker, and it was clear that her plan was working perfectly.

"I'm so glad you had a good time," Baela said, her voice dripping with false sincerity. "Addam is a great guy." She paused for a moment, letting the words sink in before adding, "Though I must say, I'm surprised you're so eager to talk about him. I thought you and Lucerys had something special going on..."

That was the last thing he heard before the screen went blank, and Baela disappeared. Did she really just hang up on him? Lucerys felt the urge to throw his phone against the wall, but he reminded himself that he wasn’t 16 anymore, and this was a campus dorm.

You stared at Baela in shock, your eyes widening as you processed her words. "What? Me and Lucerys?" You asked, your voice pitching higher with disbelief. "For the most part, I thought your cousin hated me. We've only recently begun to tolerate each other."

You shook your head, grabbing a makeup wipe to begin taking off your evening look. "No, don't be ridiculous. Besides, you're the one who set me up with Addam. Why bring up Lucerys now?" You questioned, tossing the used wipe into the trash.

As you scrubbed at the dark smudges under your eyes, you couldn't help but think about how different Lucerys had been acting lately. There was still tension between you, sure, but it had shifted somehow. The constant scowls and snide remarks had faded into charged silences and lingering glances. You had caught him staring at you more than once, his eyes dark and intense in a way that made your heart race.

Baela's eyes narrowed as she studied your reflection in the mirror, a knowing smirk playing at the corners of her mouth. "Hate is a strong word," she pointed out, her voice taking on a teasing lilt. "I wouldn't say Lucerys hates you. Quite the opposite, in fact."

She leaned back against the wall, crossing her arms over her chest as she considered her following words carefully. "Lucerys has always been... intense. Especially when it comes to the people he cares about." Baela paused, letting the implication of her words sink in. "He's not great with expressing himself, but he's a lot more sensitive than he lets on."

Baela's gaze turned speculative as she watched you, a glimmer of mischief in her eyes. "Tell me, have you noticed anything different about Lucerys lately? Like, how he's always sneaking glances at you when he thinks you're not looking? Or how he gets all tense and broody whenever Addam is around?" She arched an eyebrow, her grin widening. "Face it, the man is smitten. And he's been smitten for a while now."

You rolled your eyes, a sceptical smirk playing on your lips. "Oh please," you scoffed, crossing your arms over your chest. "That man is always broody. It's like, his defining characteristic." You exited the bathroom, with Baela hot on your heels.

"It just isn't going to happen, Baela," you said firmly, your eyes flashing with determination as you began to rummage through your dresser for a cosy pair of pyjamas. "He doesn't like me, and quite frankly, I don't like him either. We're even." You shrugged, pulling out a soft cotton nightgown and holding it up for inspection.

Baela watched with amusement as you dug through your dresser, a sceptical look on her face. She couldn't believe how stubborn you were being about the whole Lucerys situation. Didn't you see the way he looked at you? The way his eyes followed you around the room like a lovesick puppy?

But Baela knew better than to push the issue further tonight. She could see the determined set of your jaw, the flash of stubbornness in your eyes. You were a hard nut to crack, and it would take more than a little teasing to get you to see sense.

Instead, Baela leaned back against the wall, a playful grin spreading across her face. "Alright, alright, I can take a hint," she said, holding up her hands in mock surrender. "I won't say anything more about your little love triangle tonight."

She paused, then leaned forward with a mischievous glint in her eyes. "But don't think you can hide from me forever. I've seen the way Lucerys looks at you."

Baela chuckled softly as she watched you change into your nightgown, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Goodnight," she said softly, a hint of laughter still colouring her voice. "Sweet dreams... and try not to think too hard about my cousin's brooding good looks while you're at it."

You scoffed loudly, rolling your eyes at Baela's persistent teasing. "Oh, stuff it, Baela," you muttered, feelings of annoyance and unwanted arousal warring within you. Her words echoed in your mind, planting seeds of doubt and desire that you tried desperately to ignore.

As you slipped under the soft covers, you couldn't help but picture Lucerys' chiselled face, his tall, lean body, the way his long fingers would feel skimming over your skin... you sighed, trying to dislodge the forbidden fantasies taking root in your thoughts.

Your heart raced, and your breathing grew heavy as you imagined scenarios that made your core throb with need. But the sound of Baela shifting in the bed beside me brought you back to reality, and you knew you had to push those dangerous thoughts aside.

You pulled the covers up to your chin, trying to focus on anything other than the persistent ache between your thighs. But it was no use—Lucerys' face haunted your mind, and you knew you were in serious trouble. Eventually, something would have to give.

Lucerys stared at the dark screen of his phone, Baela's parting words echoing in his mind. He couldn't believe she had hung up on him, leaving him with nothing but the echo of your voice raving about Addam's many charms. The thought of you falling for someone else, of losing you to another man, filled Lucerys with jealousy he had never known before.

He clenched his fists, his nails digging into his palms hard enough to leave red crescent marks on his skin. The thought of you with Addam, laughing and smiling and gushing about his every word, made Lucerys feel physically ill.

But more than that, Lucerys felt a bitter, twisting resentment.

Lucerys couldn't shake the sickening feeling in his gut as he pictured you in Addam's arms, your lips pressed against his in a passionate kiss. The thought of another man's hands roaming your curves, caressing the soft skin that Lucerys had been desperate to touch himself, made him want to put his fist through the wall.

He knew he shouldn't care all that much about Addam and you dating. But the selfish, possessive part of him couldn't bear the idea of losing you to anyone else. You belonged to him, even if you didn't know it yet. He had known it from the moment he first saw you in class.

Lucerys had always been a man who took what he wanted, and he wanted you more than he had ever wanted anything in his life. He wanted to make you scream his name in passion, to feel your nails digging into his back as he brought you to the peak of ecstasy again and again. He wanted to mark your body as his own, to make sure that everyone who saw you knew that you belonged to him and him alone.

But more than anything, Lucerys wanted to make you fall in love with him. He wanted you to look at him with those stunning eyes filled with adoration and desire, wanted to hear you whisper words of love and devotion as he made slow, passionate love to you.

He was determined to make you his, no matter what it took. Even if it meant playing dirty.

Lucerys' phone lit up suddenly with a text from you.

"Pick me up from my campus at 9am, it shows clear weather for Saturday"

"We should be good to go this week???"

"Let me know!"

Lucerys felt a smug smirk curl at the corners of his lips. This moment was a golden opportunity, perhaps the best he would ever have. It was his chance to prove just how much he outshone Addam. He revelled in his advantages: he was not only wealthier, but he had also graduated at the top of his class, a feat that set him apart from the rest. To cement his superiority, his grandfather owned a shipping empire, a titan of industry. The very thought filled him with a sense of entitlement and pride, as he envisioned himself as the clear victor in this unspoken competition.

With fast fingers, Lucerys typed back a reply.

"9am. Consider it done. I'll have the ship ready. The Sea Dragon, she's a fast one and beautiful."

"And don't worry about the weather - I've sailed through storms far worse than any limits your boy could imagine."

As he hit send, a wicked grin spread across his face. Lucerys couldn't wait to see the look of awe and wonder on your face as he welcomed you aboard the Sea Dragon, the magnificent ship a symbol of his family's power and prestige. He would have to make sure everything was exactly as you needed it to be - from the cabin he would be sharing with you to the breathtaking views you would behold as the ship sailed across the Narrow Sea.

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You guys know what I just thought about. I'm so not ready to mourn Lucerys tomorrow. We talk about everybody else's grief but you know whose grief we rarely acknowledge... Rhaena's. There are multiple discussions about Targaryen soulmatism and rarely do people ever bring up Luke and Rhaena. While little Jace was ultimately Baela's from the beginning, Luke was also Rhaena's from the start too. I'm talking about the show timeline. Let me break it down and let me break your hearts while I'm at it. After the squabble with their uncle and cousin respectively Rhaena was defending Luke like her life depended on it “He broke Luke's nose” repeatedly shouting it so people will get that Aemond “broke Luke's nose”. Jace was riding for Baela and Rhaena was riding for Luke. Beth said in the team black panel that the four of them were a little family unit in their family unit, serving baby besties and probably first loves realness. Rhaena remained on Dragonstone after Rhaenys took Baela as her ward and while Jace was her big bro she probably connected to Luke the most, both with their respective imposter syndrome and just being the babies of the quartet. Let's skip to the betrothed scene and Rhaena smiling and gushing behind knowing she gets to marry Luke, him being happy but also nervous cause his legitimacy as heir to Driftmark was being called into question, she was also picked up on his emotions across the room when Vaemond was being a parasite. At the dinner scene before it went to shit, when he moved his chair so he could be closer to her and the two of them being little smiley shits together, she also picked up on his anger when Almond started needling them about their parentage. Then we get to the war council meeting which was their last on screen interaction, the four of them smiling at each other and then Jace volunteering themselves as envoys. She immediately picked up on his anxiousness and her being anxious herself cause she knew but she also didn't know something was definitely about to be amiss. They were so in sync and that was so beautiful. Rhaena and Baela didn't get the spotlight they deserved in season 1 but Phoebe really did phenomenal with what little they were given. I'm not ready for tomorrow. The angst!! The grief!! The pain! The absolute heartbreak!!! HBO is probably gonna muck it up and I'm gonna hate them for it but we can't talk about Targaryen soulmatism and not mention them frfr. Literally had the potential to be one of the best love stories to come out of Westeros. Could you imagine the songs and the ballads and the tales they could've sung and told about the Targaryen Velaryon besties fr? We were ROBBED I TELL YOU.

Didn't expect this post to be so long, apologies mates. Is this a safe space to admit that I'm not okay? 💔😭.

[simpingland]

'Alone' together// Lucerys Velaryon x fem!reader.

Y/N Celtigar and Luke have been betrothed for years, but the reader is having a hard time finding true friendship on Dragonstone. Some tutoring makes Luke change his mind about his wife to be.

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No one could stand Jace when he was ahead in any of the classes you all shared with the Master. That's why you took every lesson so seriously, just so you could take him down a peg or two. And it could be fun most of the time, but in the long run, you and Jace never quite clicked, causing Rhaena and Luke to stay somewhat aloof from you, preferring the favour of the prince to the favour of a pupil like you.

When everyone heard the news about Lady Celtigar's death, you were only eight. Rhaenyra saw in you a child who longed for her mother as she had longed for her own, and made a pact with your father to take you into her care. He agreed, proposing a marriage in return. It was a good idea, Valyrian blood with Valyrian blood, extending and strengthening houses that moved across the Seven Kingdoms. Unfortunately, though you were the same age as Jace, Baela was also a close child and the idea of her being queen in the future protected Rhaenyra and Jace's reign...so you were promised to Luke.

It could have been worse, they could have promised you Joffrey...or worse...Jace! At least Lucerys, as you found out a few days later, turned out to be a good boy, if a little too childish for your taste. Growing up in Dragonstone had been quicker than anyone expected, but no less hard. The siblings were very close to each other, and they were also very close to their dragons. Rhaena was sweet and pleasant, but there was something about her company that made you feel as if she was there out of obligation. You never had the feeling that you belonged there.

Arguments between the four of you were very common, never worrisome as they were usually the typical ones caused by going on adventures together, by stealing things from each other... although if someone came out crying, it was usually you. You were a studious young woman, always alert and if Rhaenyra found out about all the shenanigans of the group, it was because you told her. They never listened when you justified yourself by saying that lying was not an option for you. At dinners together you were usually the one who was left out of the conversation, even if they were talking about you. If you were lucky and Luke got mad at Jace too, you had the young man sitting next to you as he prattled on about Arrax and how much he hated Jace that day. He never failed to make you laugh. Sadly, that didn't always happen, and it was more common for him to give you the same dirty looks as the rest when you didn't play along.

Rhaenyra already knew about this problem, and she tried to educate you on how being friends with your husband was always the best way to be married. The problem was that you didn't really know how to make friends...because no one understood how you loved them, everything you said or did ended up being used against you. And no matter how much you made up your mind that you shouldn't do anything, you couldn't help but stay at the table with Luke after he failed his geography lesson with the Maester. Jace had already left for his dragon with a victorious smile, and Rhaena accompanied him, the Maester would show her how to feed her little Morning.

Luke was more embarrassed than sad, you could see it in the way he looked down at you as you paced the table with the map.

"Don't you have one of your sewing classes or one of those lame things you like to do?" he asked.

"I don't like boring things...I just like to be quiet. It's different. And no, I can stay and help you."

"No need, thanks..." he tried to concentrate on the map.

"You should learn some trick to memorize the map...a song, a rhyme..."

"That's just stupid." He interrupted you and you instantly stopped wanting to help him. Something must have crossed your eyes because Luke felt bad right away. "Sorry...it's just...Jace will laugh at me if he sees me burst into song if someone asks me to point out the Isles of Tarth."

This made you laugh, and Luke smiled at your reaction. It wasn't very casual to see you laugh genuinely, it was always usually out of politeness or only brought on by the Maester, Rhaenyra, or some guard. Although, if he thought about it, Luke had seen you laugh at times when he had focused more on you than on the dinners.

"It's just a trick, you end up memorising it eventually. Besides, by the time you're Lord of Driftmark you'll have travelled more. It will be easier."

"How do you memorise it?"

"Oh..." you didn't expect that question. Perhaps because the answer was so personal. "I think about my family. Where my grandmothers were born...where my uncle died...where my grandfather won a battle...where my mother was a ward when she was my age..."

It seemed like a sad thing, but it wasn't really sad for you. The maps served you like a history book. You'd always had a head for remembering stories, and it was all because you felt too trapped there, too lonely. You enjoyed visits to the castle, something the others hated, for even the dullest Lord had an anecdote about someone in your family. However, if the Targaryen children wanted to know something about their family, all they had to do was open any history book.

"It's very nice, really, though I think I'd go mad if I used your method." Luke tried to lighten up a bit the turn the conversation seemed about to take.

"Right, I think the simplest thing to do is for us to decorate our own map." You suggested.

"I don't have enough inks to make a nice map."

"I do!"

Luke had to follow you at a quickened pace, even though he was even slightly taller than you, your enthusiasm to show him your full artistic arsenal outweighed physics. You let him into your rooms, where he hadn't been for many years, and he was surprised to see that it was more cluttered than he expected. There were piles of books in every nook and cranny, many open and with notes on their sides. You also had a small desk in front of your balcony. When he looked out, he noticed that you overlooked the beach. It made him tender to know that he could watch you study while he trained with Jace.

The afternoon flew by as Luke decorated a map with colours assigned to houses, animals and creatures. He made trees and mountains, and you taught him to draw castles for important towns. On a thinner piece of paper, you wrote the names of all those places and Luke tried to name the points you pointed out and then you checked it by putting the paper over it. And it didn't take him long to match what he said with what it really was. He was so happy that he even gave you a hug.

From that day on, geography lessons were much more fun for Luke, as he spent more time drawing than memorising, and he showed you all the things he was doing. Jace's concentration would be thrown off by your whispering and giggling. Sometimes you would show him the annotations and drawings you had on your map, and you would have fun imagining an tracing a dragon ride.

He started helping you in Valyrian, Luke's favourite subject. And at dinners he always sat next to you, apart from Rhaena and Jace. Luke always did the talking, for he always had more to tell than you, who spent the whole day engaged in something completely alternative to what the others were doing. Day by day, he would let you feel open enough to give him your opinion on the books you were reading or telling him some childhood stories.

One of the days when Jace and Luke were training, Luke remembered that afternoon, and your little desk overlooking the beach. He stopped to look for you with his eyes, and it took him a while to find your figure, but he did. He couldn't see you clearly, but he could make out that you were leaning on your balcony, concentrating on something, with a pen in your hand.

"It would be good if you were concentrating on something, Lucerys," the older scolded him.

"Sorry, you're right...I'm really getting better though." Luke smiled mischievously at her.

"Only in geography, I'm not going to applaud your need to draw trees in the woods." Jace landed a lazy first punch, pulling Luke's gaze away from yours.

"Hey! Easy!" Luke tried to hit him back, but clearly Jace was better than him.

"Oops, sorry...I didn't remember how much of a pussy you've become since you and Y/N are the best of friends."

It was silly, but the fight that was supposed to be a rehearsal turned into something all too real, and Jace and Luke were soon fighting without swords, using shoves and fists. From a blow that Jace threw disproportionately, Luke felt part of his lower lip split. At the sight of blood, both stopped instantly.

Of course they were brought before Rhaenyra by the guard who at the time was unable to stop them. And you, who could hear all the commotion, went down to check what was going on. Both were dishevelled but only Luke was bleeding.

"I want an explanation, right now!" Rhaenyra looked furious.

"Luke is being unbearable, mother." Jace gave her a terrible look.

"It's you who can't stand to be outdone. You're always the most important." Luke accepted the water-soaked handkerchief you gave him. He let out a small whimper as he felt the sting.

"Maybe it's because I'm the heir to the throne, my education is vital. And you only know how to giggle and be a shitty student."

You couldn't take it anymore, he always used that excuse, that he had to be the best to be a good king. Luke had already confessed to you over dinner that the love and admiration he had for Jace causes him a lot of anxiety, because he felt unfit to rule something as important as Driftmark.

"That doesn't give you any right to hit him..." everyone turned to look at you, and Jace was relieved to find himself back in the same situation where you were making a fool of yourself.

"You weren't there to see it, it would be nice if you stayed out of this for once."

"I didn't do anything wrong, don't talk to me like that." You were getting that high-pitched, agitated voice again that you get when you're feeling overly nervous. Luke could see it, his hand rested on your arm gently.

"It's your fault Luke's an twat now. All you know how to do is be a pain in the ass to everyone, and now you're filling my brother's head with your bullshit."

"What's wrong with you is that you're unbearable and jealous because Baela isn't here to tell you how well you're doing everything."

"And what's wrong with you is that you're such a pain in the ass that your father put you on the first boat that offered to take you off his sight."

"Jace!" Rhaenyra snapped at him. "I command you to stop talking like that. I remember teaching you some manners, didn't I?. Apologize. Right now."

Jace gave a sigh. And with a forced smile, he focused on them both.

"Luke, I'm really sorry I hurt you, maybe I went too far, considering you're also going to spend the rest of your life next to this absolute bore and insufferable woman. It's a big sacrifice on your part."

Jace gave Luke a friendly slap on his shoulder and turned away, forgiving himself. You, on the other hand, had already started to feel the tears forming at the thought of disappearing from your father's sight. It was too delicate of a subject, and you longed for him, Jace had struck another blow too hard.

"Apologize to Y/N, Jace." Luke's voice sounded serious, demanding. Jace turned away.

"By what right are you commanding me around now?"

"I'm your brother, and Y/N will be my wife, your sister-in-law, and we'll all be a family. Show her the respect she deserves, and ask for her forgiveness."

Jace was quiet for a second. Luke's hand moved to reach for your hand and squeezed it, it was cold, but at his touch, it began to warm.

"I'm sorry, Y/N." It was dry, and it was surely not for you, but for Luke. It was still humiliating, and of course, it was you who left that room crying.

You tried to hide your tears from Luke, who was asking you not to leave, but you couldn't even come up with an excuse, you just disappeared from there.

When you didn't show up for dinner, Luke couldn't eat a single bite. Rhaenyra watched as your empty seat provoked something in him that hadn't happened before, he became quiet. Jaxe was also quiet, stressed and recovering from the scold he received from his mother after all that scene. With a nod of his head, Luke had permission to get up and look for you. Your door was open, but inside your room you were hard to find. On the floor, your back against your bed, a candle illuminated one of your maps. You tried to wipe your face a little as Luke sat down next to you.

"You're missing your favourite dessert..." he tried to get a smile out of you, he couldn't. "I'm sure Jace regrets what he said, he didn't say a single word at dinner."

"He regrets a lot of things I'm sure, but never that he spoke ill of me." You told him without so much as a glance at him.

"That's not true. There may be friction, but we're all family."

"Yeah, but I'm not in it. All I try to do is to be fair, to do the right thing. Your mother is a future queen to me, I must always tell her the truth. And none of the three of you seem to understand the great danger you are in every day..."

"I do understand that you do it for us, but soon she will be like a mother to you too." Luke held your hand.

"I miss my family so much...All I really have from them is just memories I didn't even get to live, few years with my mother... I try to love in the present but then I'm faced with this ignorace against my person.Lucerys, every day I feel this sorrow, this silence...I feel so, so lonely."

Then he understood your great passion for maps. And he suddenly felt like a tremendous idiot. I could have been there for you much earlier. But he was convinced that it was a good time to start.

"I've had dreams too...well, they were really nightmares...about being heir to Driftmark and spending my whole life alone. Jace would be here, Mother at King's Landing, Rhaena married, and everyone else would be dead...and you would be left, as always, locked in your rooms, not wanting to talk to anyone."

At last you looked at him, he too had a sad expression. His lip was split at the bottom. His eyes connected with yours.

"I'm sorry you had that impression of me...you...I actually, genuinely like you. A lot."

You watched as Luke smiled mischievously, like his mother did.

"It'll be the only thing I beat Jace at..." he finally got a laugh out of you. "Maybe, we could feel 'alone' together."

"Sounds like a good idea..."

"And we can go to sleep together, but alone." He continued to joke.

"And have lonely blonde and brunette children..." you continued.

"And sail the ocean alone..."

And in unison you both said "but together!"

At the coincidence, you burst out laughing. And more you laughed when Luke got a stitch of pain in his lip from smiling. His little scream was too funny.

"Hey...don't be mean!" he scolded you with a totally fake frown.

"Oh, my prince, I'm sorry! That wound looks bad..."

"Well, the Maester says nothing that can't be fixed with a kiss on the wound in question."

"Haha! Now I really feel sorry for you if you need a kiss from the Maester..."

"I'm afraid you're out of luck, the sages say only kisses from beautiful, blonde women, lousy with Valyrian but great readers with a strangely amusing laugh."

In that light, Luke had made you happier than you had ever imagined. He might still be a little more childish than you'd like, but it was this that made you laugh during dinners and lessons. This dedication to your could be the beginning of a fun and pleasant future, much closer than your inner child had imagined when you read those love stories in your books.

It was you who reached first, and Luke was the first to close his eyes. A tender kiss on the lips, first on his bottom lip, soft and slow, trying not to hurt him. But above was his upper lip, intact, and there you gave him another kiss, more intense, but just as sweet. And Luke pressed his lips together as hard as he could, letting himself be carried away by your soft lips brushing his. When you broke apart, he saw you blush a little, but you immediately laughed at him, who was much more flushed than you were.

"Actually...if I'm going to be your wife, you didn't have to memorise all those places. I would know them for you." You told him as you walked on your way to the kitchen, ready to dine alone with the leftovers from dinner.

"Right..." Luke led the way, holding your hand. "Although then you would never have realised how much you really like me."

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Moments to Memories - Masterlist

Summary: You're the oldest child of Rhaenyra and Laenor, however your true father was Daemon Targaryen. You are their and your grandparents' beloved child, and you had a very close bond with your youngest uncle, Daeron.

But it all changed when your uncle Aemond claimed a dragon.

Pairing: Daeron Targaryen x Fem! Targaryen reader

Warning: Childhood best friends to enemies to lovers, Incest (uncle/niece), smut, blood, death, Otto Hightower, Criston Cole, and Larys Strong.

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*ೃ༄ 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐈 𝐄𝐍𝐃, 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐁𝐄𝐆𝐈𝐍 .ೃ࿐

˗ˏˋ ꒰ summary : with the joyous birth of your baby boy, soon comes mourning. ˗ˏˋ ꒰ word count : 746.

˗ˏˋ ꒰ genre : angst. ˗ˏˋ ꒰ pairing : Lord!Lucerys Velaryon x Wife!Reader

WARNING.ᐟ THIS FIC CONTAINS ; mentions of blood loss during birth, reader’s death.

A healthy baby boy was given to young Lord of Driftmark. The realm prayed for a male heir to safely come to life. And while prideful joy was vibrantly felt across the entire castle the moment his child was placed in his arms, along came great sorrow.

The birth was a difficult one. The beige silk sheets of your bed leisurely turned into dried crimson, as you had an excessive loss of blood. Anxiety consumed Lord Lucerys as he noticed how much you were suffering, sitting by your side and whispering words of comfort to you while your hand tightly gripped his own; his other hand brushing away strands of your hair covering your features.

Your grip lost force with the passing of the minutes, until a loud baby wail was heard. Yet, the birth of the healthy boy, strongly kicking with his small arms and legs, was no indicative that you’d recover easily. In fact, his nervousness only increased when you barely had any force to move, open your eyes, or mutter a word. Child bed fever had quickly crashed upon you, as if the weakness you had been left with shortly after the birth of the heir wasn’t enough.

While you preferred for Lucerys to tend to the child, he had maids take care of your baby son. He was insistent in staying by your side, caressing your forehead and playing with your hair. His hand was placed on top of your own, his fingertips brushing gently against your cold skin with longing, knowing you could part away, and his green hazel eyes were fixed on you. They stared at you with a mix of adoration, and despondency.

Deep down inside, the hopes of your safe recovery were fading away, along with his courage of not having you by his side. He wanted to cling to the bit left of hope he had, but with the pale expression on your features, it was impossible.

“Find someone that will love you, and our baby boy, as much as I did. Or even more.”

But the truth was, no one could love him, or your sweet boy, any more than you did. Nor Luke would love anyone else as much as he loved you. His devotion and adoration remained untouched, even years after your passing — perhaps even until his last breath. It had taken great effort to not break down by your side, and collapse in tears as he had to witness your slow death.

A shallow hole had been left on his chest. A tense stillness loomed in the atmosphere of Driftmark when your death was announced. There had reached a point where he had no more tears left to cry, as he had already cried enough for you, and still occasionally cried himself to sleep. It wasn’t the same without you — his best friend, lover, wife, mother of his son.

It had been expected of him to take another wife for the realm to have a Lady, and the child a stepmother; but how could he? It felt disrespectful. He remained a dowager Lord in your honour. Even when the maids tried to tend your chambers by cleaning it and keeping it as a free space, Lucerys dismissed them away. Your chambers remained with the clothes, sheets, and objects that were there even before your death — it was a shrine that he would often visit during the late quiet hours to mourn, and honour you. If any of the objects had been moved from their place, your essence, your existence, your presence would soon be gone for him.

A locket with a strand of your hair remained near him at all times, clinging to it desperately as it brought him to you. It was a strand of hair you had cut off a few days before your official wedding ceremony, and gave it to him inside the locket as a gift. Ever since, solitude burdened him, but found solace in small things that for him, they represented you.

Emptiness lingered dreadfully, sitting down in a hefty manner on his chest. Lucerys wished things were different, it felt as some sort of unfair punishment from the Seven above.

The only place where he could keep seeing, touching you, hearing your comforting words and precious laughter that spurred from your kissable lips, was on his dreams. As well, as on the eyes of his son — which, fortunately, the boy took after you.

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When Fire Meets Fate

Part 11

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While a war had yet to officially break out, everyone knew it was inevitable. Neither side would give up without a fight. Preparations were made and the Painted Table was lit for the first time in many years. Candles were lit and slipped under the table, the glow of the fire illuminating the carved map. (Y/N) gazed over the table as pieces were set across it, only looking away when his wife entered the room under her new title.

"Queen Rhaenyra Targaryen, First of Her Name, Queen of the Andals, and the Rhoynar, and the First Men, Lady of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm," Daemon announced as everyone bowed their heads to her, himself included. (Y/N) watched the uncertainty that passed over Rhaenyra briefly, her gaze drifting around the room. As a princess, she'd been given much attention, mostly lords and ladies attempting to get in the good graces of her father. But now, she was queen and everyone looked to her for guidance instead of mere approval. She stepped forward, pausing and looking back at the guards escorting her. Rhaenyra lifted her hand, motioning for them to stop, and turned back, stopping again when Rhaena offered her wine. 

"Thank you, Rhaena," Rhaenyra spoke softly, nodding for her to join her on her walk to the table. She nodded for Baela as well and set her cup down, looking over the map and inhaling deeply. She looked up at her husband and he stared back, quirking at brow at her silence. When she realized they were all waiting for her, she swallowed and glanced back at the map."What is our standing?"

"We have thirty knights, a hundred crossbowmen, and three hundred men-at-arms," Daemon answered, glancing at (Y/N) with a small frown. "Dragonstone is relatively easy to defend, but as an instrument of conquest, our army leaves much to be desired. We have sent word to my loyal men in the City Watch. I'll have some support there but I cannot speak to the numbers."

"We already have declarations from Celtigar and Staunton, Massey, Darklyn, and Bar Emmon." The maester listed off as the men present bowed their heads in turn. Jace retrieved the pieces and began setting them across the map to show their allies. Rhaenyra nodded and lifted her hand to point. 

"My lady mother was an Arryn. The Vale will not turn cloak against their own kin."

"Riverrun was always a close friend to your father, Your Grace. With Prince Daemon's permission, I've already sent ravens to Lord Grover." The maester piped in again and (Y/N) looked toward Daemon who avoided his eyes.

"Lord Grover is fickle and easily swayed. He will need to be convinced of the strength of our position and that we will support him should it come to war." Rhaenyra pointed out and Daemon nodded.

"I am going to treat with him myself."

"We should look toward Winterfell as well as Storm's End. Starks are known for their loyalty and rarely- if ever- do they break oaths. House Stark could prove to be a strong ally and if they're with us, so is the North. However, Lord Borros Baratheon did not bend the knee when Her Grace was declared heir, his father did. He is someone who will likely need to be convinced but it'll be worth doing if he becomes an ally." (Y/N) spoke up and a knight set a piece above Winterfell. Rhaenyra nodded to herself, growing confident in her new position. Her eyes lingered over one of the names and she turned toward Rhaenys.

"What news from Driftmark?"

"Lord Coryls sails for Dragonstone,"

"To declare for his Queen?" Daemon tilted his head, earning a frown from the older woman.

"The Velaryon fleet is in my husband's yoke. He decides where they sail." Rhaenys reminded the man and Rhaenyra nodded, sighing softly.

"We shall pray for you and your husband's support. Just as we prayed nightly for the Sea Snake's return to good health." Rhaenyra told her pointedly. "There's no port on the Narrow Sea that would dare make an enemy of the Velaryon fleet." Rhaenyra turned back to the table and cleared her throat. "And our enemies?"

"Without a doubt, not a single Hightower will support our cause, kin or not, and Tylan Lannister has stood by Otto Hightower for far too long to turn against him which means the Lannister Fleet is at his disposal. Without the Lannisters, we are sure to have no friends west of Golden Tooth." (Y/N) answered, gazing down at the map as enemies were marked.

"The Riverlands are essential, Your Grace," Daemon muttered.

"Pray forgive my bluntness, Your Grace, but talk of men is moot. Your cause owns a power that has not been seen in this world since the days of Old Valyria. Dragons!" One lord piped in and Rhaenyra glanced at him, gaze casting over those present.

"The Greens have dragons as well-"

"They have three adults, by my count. We have Syrax, Caraxes, and Meleys. Your sons have Vermax, Arrax, and Tyraxes. Baela has Moondancer." Daemon interrupted, drawing a glare from Rhaenyra. 

"None of our dragons have been to war."

"There are also unclaimed dragons. Seasmoke still resides on Driftmark. Vermithor and Silverwing dwell on the Dragonmont, still riderless. Then there are the four wild dragons, all of whom nest here." 

"And who is to ride them?"

"Dragonstone has thirteen to their four. I also have a score of eggs incubating in the Dragonmont." Daemon retrieved a piece and made his way around the table. "Now, we need a place to gather, a toehold large enough to house a sizeable host. Here, at Harrenhal. We cut off the west, and surround King's Landing with dragons. And we could have ever Green's head mounted on spikes before the fucking moon turns." He explained, placing the piece in hand on Harrenhal. The same castle that had seen Harwin's death. (Y/N) wrapped his fingers tightly around his wrist at the thought of going to such a place.

"Your Grace, a ship has been sighted offshore: a lone galleon flying a banner of a three-headed green dragon." The knight, Ser Erryk, revealed as he approached them. Rhaenyra turned to look at her husband as Daemon gave off instructions and walked away. (Y/N) moved around the table and stood beside his wife. 

"If I see my father, I fear I will not be able to hold my anger. You must go and show you will not back down. Otto will have your head, regardless if you do as he says or not. He is not afraid of having others get their hands dirty for him." (Y/N) spoke to her quietly and Rhaenyra nodded, placing her hand over his before stepping away to deal with the traitors.

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Gazing down at the table, Rhaenyra held a distant look in her eye. The page Alicent had sent her, a memory from their youth, had shaken Rhaenyra. One couldn't simply turn on someone they'd loved once so dearly. But she couldn't forget the betrayal of naming Aegon as king. (Y/N) watched his wife as planning and discussion continued.

"It's no easy thing for a man to be a dragonslayer. But dragons can kill dragons. And have. The simple truth is this: we have more dragons than Aegon." Daemon continued his idea, the plan he'd conjured without their input. His behavior toward them after the passing of King Viserys had considerably soured (Y/N) view of him.

"Viserys spoke often of the Valyrian histories. I know them well. When dragons flew to war... everything burned. I do not wish to rule over a kingdom of ash and bone." Rhaenyra asserted coldly, her growing irritation with her uncle beginning to spill over.

"Are you considering the Hightowers' terms, Your Grace?"

"As Queen, what is my true duty to the realm, Lord Bartimos? Ensuring peace and unity? Or that I sit the Iron Throne no matter the cost?" Rhaenyra questioned, earning a scoff from Daemon.

"That's your father talking."

"My father's dead. And he chose me as his successor... to defend the realm, not cast it headlong into war." 

"The enemy have declared war! What are you going to do about it?"

"Everybody out!" (Y/N) bellowed suddenly, slamming his palm into the table and even making Ser Erryk flinch slightly from his outburst. The lords and knights quietly shuffled out of the room, leaving the couple and Daemon alone. The silver-haired prince paced before the fireplace, glancing toward his friend every few steps. (Y/N) closed his eyes for a moment and turned to look at Daemon, taking slow steps toward the man. "You are mourning your brother, I know that. I've mourned a brother too long ago. But you are allowing your anger to guide your tongue-"

"I am not-"

"Do not interrupt me whilst I am speaking, Daemon!" (Y/N) shouted at him and the prince narrowed his eyes but fell silent regardless. Inhaling deeply and moving closer, (Y/N) continued, "I understand you wish to act as quickly as possible to avenge what happened to Viserys and to help your beloved niece take back what was stolen from her. But I refuse to stand by as you challenge us, unknowingly or not. I care for you, Daemon. Years ago prior to coming to Dragonstone, I wouldn't have given a damn if you passed away in battle. But now I do. You're my family and I know you care for me as well. It is why I've allowed you to speak out of turn, to speak down to us. You have more experience and knowledge of battles, I acknowledge that but Rhaenyra is your queen now and you will treat her as such. Because as much as I care for you, you are not the only man we know with experience who is willing to help us. Question Queen Rhaenyra publicly like that again... and you will be replaced. Have I made myself clear?" 

Staring into his (E/C) eyes, Daemon clenched his jaw, exhaling through his nose and nodding. "Very clear, My King." He muttered lowly and stepped away, walking away from the two and retrieving Dark Sister. He looked back at them over his shoulder before exiting the room. (Y/N) watched him leave, feeling Rhaenyra place a hand on his back. 

"You've done well by me, Husband. Not many can threaten my uncle and live." Rhaenyra murmured, hand slipping from his back to his cheek. She smiled softly at him and leaned forward, resting her forehead against his. "There is something I must tell you... it is one of the reasons I hesitate on war."

"What is it?"

"The Song of Ice and Fire," Rhaenyra whispered, glancing toward the door and sighing softly. "When my father named me heir, he told me a prophecy Aegon the Conqueror had. He claimed that the property foretold the coming of a winter so deadly it ended the world of men. He said to survive, all of Westeros needed to be united and a Targaryen needed to sit the Iron Throne. He had me swear an oath to keep this secret and I am sharing it with you now because I know you will not share it with anyone." 

A soft breath escaped his lips and he reached up to touch Rhaenyra's cheek. "And you believe this prophecy?."

"I know it sounds like nonsense but the way my father spoke about it... I believe that sooner or later, this winter will descend upon Westeros. I cannot allow myself to plunge the kingdoms into war and leave a broken mess for Jace and Luke to mend whilst battling a deadly winter." Rhaenyra told him softly, resting her hand over her husband's and releasing a soft sigh. "The future children of our sons deserve a peaceful future, regardless of whether this prophecy is true or not."

"I understand, Nyra. Whatever you decide, you will have my support."

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Standing beside his wife's chair, he listened to what felt like endless arguing between lords. Rhaenyra leaned back in her chair, absentmindedly listening to them, mind filled with worries and plans. The couple still needed to decide on what to do; risking war or accepting the terms. Both choices would have consequences. Dire consequences that could result in bloodshed regardless of what Otto claimed. His father's words couldn't be trusted, even if he said to be a messenger for Queen Alicent. 

"The Lord of the Tides!" Ser Erryk announced loudly, drawing the couple from their thoughts and toward the doors as the man entered, cane in hand. The sight of him brought Rhaenyra to her feet, a soft gasp leaving her. "Lord Corlys Velaryon... and his wife, Princess Rhaenys Targaryen." 

Lord Corlys entered the room with a limp, his neck heavily bandaged but his strength could not be doubted. Rhaenys stood beside him proudly and their granddaughters followed behind them, both looking equally relieved and pleased to see their grandsire back on his feet. "My lords." He greeted them hoarsely.

"Lord Corlys... It brings much relief to see you hale and healthy again." Rhaenyra spoke softly, smiling at the man. Lord Corlys studied her for a moment, gaze briefly shifting onto (Y/N).

"I'm very sorry about your father, Princess. He was a good man." Rhaenyra's gaze turned down when he regarded her with her old title but Lord Corlys' attention had turned toward his granddaughters as they took their places beside Jace and Luke. Glancing at his wife, he limped toward the table and swept his gaze over the room. "And where is Daemon? I am aware he's quite close to you both."

"Prince Daemon is attending to other matters at the moment." (Y/N) answered and Lord Corlys hummed, moved around the table, and studied the map, taking note of allies and enemies.

"Your declared allies?"

"Yes."

"Too few to win a war for the throne." He pointed out, lifting his eyes toward the couple.

Rhaenyra stepped forward, clearing her throat. "Well, we would also hope to have the support of Houses Arryn, Baratheon, and Stark."

"Hope... is the fool's ally," Lord Corlys said bluntly and Rhaenyra glanced back at the map, pursing her lips slightly. 

"Both Arryn and Baratheon share blood with my house. But all of them swore oaths to me." 

"As did House Hightower, if I remember correctly." His gaze flickered toward (Y/N).

"As did you, Lord Corlys." Rhaenyra's reminder made the man fall silent, his eyes meeting his wife's before he turned and gazed upon his granddaughters and their stance beside the two Velaryon boys. He nodded lightly and looked back at Rhaenyra.

"Your father's realm... was one of justice and honor. Our houses are bound by common blood and common cause. This Hightower treason cannot stand." Lord Corlys voiced. Rhaenyra's brows furrowed at his wording, glancing back to her husband. "You have the full support of our fleet and house, Your Grace." 

"You honor me, Lord Corlys." Rhaenyra breathed and when Lord Corlys looked toward his wife, they knew Princess Rhaenys had much to do with his decision. Turning to look at the woman, Rhaenyra nodded with a thankful smile. Inhaling, Rhaenyra gazed over the map with a more relaxed figure. "But, as I said, to my bannermen, I made a promise to my father to hold the realm strong and united. If war's first stroke is to fall, it will not be by my hand."

"You do not mean to act?"

"Taking caution does not mean standing fast. I wish to know who my allies are before I send them to war." Rhaenyra responded, watching him step closer. Lord Corlys nodded along to her words, looking back down at the Painted Table.

"The consequence to my... near-demise in the Stepstones is that we now control them. I took care to fully garrison the territory this time. A total blockade of the shipping lanes will be in place in days, if not already. The Triacrhy have been routed. The Narrow Sea is ours." Lord Corlys revealed. Rhaenyra's eyes widened and she glanced around at her supporters, releasing a breath of relief. "If we... further seal the Gullet, we can cut off all seaborne travel and trade to King's Landing."

"I shall take Meleys and patrol the Gullet myself." Princess Rhaenys said, coming to a stop beside Rhaenyra and nodding to her in support. 

"When we drain the Narrow Sea, we can surround King's Landing, lay siege to the Red Keep, and force the Greens to surrender." Lord Bartimos offered his plan but (Y/N) stepped forward, gazing down at the table.

"While that plan may work, we first need enough men to surround King's Landing and those men can be provided to us through Winterfell, the Eyrie, and Storm's End." (Y/N) chimed in, turning his eyes onto the maester who bowed his head in turn.

"I'll prepare the ravens."

"We should bear those messages," Jace spoke up, pulling his parents' attention away from the table and toward him. "Dragons can fly faster than ravens and they're more convincing. Send us." He explained, holding his mother's gaze. 

"The Prince is right, Your Grace." Lord Corlys agreed, turning to look at the two. 

Rhaenyra looked at her husband and met his eyes, brows, and lips twitching. Her eyes told him enough of her concerns but when he gently wrapped his fingers around her wrists and nodded, she inhaled deeply. "Very well. Prince Jacaerys will fly north. First to the Eyrie to see my mother's cousin, the Lady Jeyne Arryn, and then to Winterfell to treat with Lord Cregan Stark for the support of the North. Prince Lucerys will fly south to Storm's End and treat with Lord Borros Baratheon. We must remind these lords of the oaths they swore. And... the cost of breaking them." 

With that, the room dispersed and Rhaenyra headed up to one of the many balconies after writing the messages as their sons prepared for their departure. (Y/N) joined her on the balcony, placing his hand over hers and staring out at the sea. Their sons would be heading off into the world as man-grown, helping them on their quest. But (Y/N) couldn't shake the lingering feeling that something was wrong. 

"I believe we'll garner the support of House Stark and House Arryn. House Baratheon worries me. Lord Borros is not exactly an easy man to sway and the fact he himself didn't swear oath... He'll use that as reasoning enough." (Y/N) muttered quietly, turning his head to look at his wife. Rhaenyra looked down at the letters in her hands and sighed.

"We must have faith." She whispered and (Y/N) sighed, looking back out at sea. Rhaenyra turned around as the boys approached them and she smiled softly. "It's been said that as Targaryens, we are closer to gods than to men. And the Iron Throne puts us a touch closer, perhaps. But, if we are to serve the Seven Kingdoms, we must answer to their gods. If you take this errand, you go as messengers... not as warriors. You must take no part in any fighting. Swear it to me now under the eyes of the Seven." Ser Eryyk stepped closer with the book, extending his arms forward.

"I swear it." Luke reached out first, resting his hand on the book as he spoke. (Y/N) turned around to look at them, swallowing down the worry bubbling up in his chest.

"I swear it." Jace followed after a moment of hesitance, resting his hand on the book as well. 

"Thank you." Rhaenyra nodded to Ser Erryk and stepped forward, looking down at the letters. "Cregan Stark is... closer to your age than he is mine. I hope that as men you can find some common interests." 

"Yes, Your Grace." Jace took the letters from his mother, safely tucking them away.

Turning her attention away from her eldest and onto Luke, Rhaenyra took in the worried look on his face. "Storm's End is a short flight from here. Lord Borros is an eternally proud man. He will be honored to host a prince of the realm and his dragon. I expect you will receive a very warm welcome." Rhaenyra assured, placing the letter in Luke's hand and smiling fondly. 

"Yes, Mother- Y-Your Grace." Luke stammered, ears turning a soft pink.

"Do not freight if they prove to be stubborn. Your safety is much more important to us than their support." (Y/N) said, stepping forward and reaching out to touch Jace's arm before looking down at Luke. "Come home safely. That is all I ask for."

"We will," Jace assured and placed a hand on Luke's shoulder, smiling widely at his brother. Luke returned the smile and nodded to his father before Rhaenyra dismissed them, watching them walk away. As they walked, Jace spoke to his brother, lightly shaking his shoulder and smiling down at him. They could only assume it was an attempt at easing Luke's anxiety regarding his flight. It'd be his first time traveling alone without his brother or parents to guide or protect him. Jace had been born with the ferocity and confidence of his mother. A headstrong, stubborn young man. But Luke... Luke reminded (Y/N) so much of his sister. Kind, soft-hearted. A sweet boy in a cruel world. 

"They will be... They will be alright." Rhaenyra whispered to herself, tilting her head toward the sky and blinking away the tears forming in her eyes. Breathing out through her mouth, she nodded to herself and stepped toward the stone railing, resting her palms against it. (Y/N) inhaled and stood beside his wife, pleading with the Mother to bring his boys back home safely. He closed his eyes and made one last silent plea to the gods above before opening them and watching Arrax and Vermax take to the skies alongside Meleys. (Y/N) watched Arrax take a turn, breaking off from the trio first and disappearing into dark storm clouds. The two waited until Vermax and Meleys disappeared from view before stepping away from the balcony, reaching for each other's hands as they returned inside.

Only a day or two had passed with no word from either of their sons. The feeling in (Y/N)'s chest had intensified, leaving him unable to find much sleep at night as he stayed up, gazing toward the balcony in hopes of seeing the outline of dragons approaching. Rhaenyra had similar issues although she'd been able to get at least a few more hours of sleep than him before they forced themselves out of bed and to the Painted Table for more planning.

The Hightower could only stare blankly at the table, offering input when asked and dismissing the worries of his wife. His gaze lifted from the soft glow of the table when Rhaenyra placed a hand on his shoulder, attention directed toward her uncle who walked toward them with a glum look on his face. (Y/N) straightened up, holding Daemon's gaze as the men stopped before them. The silver-haired prince glanced at the other lords, reaching out a hand to touch (Y/N)'s arm and leading them toward the fireplace to speak privately. 

"I have received..." Daemon began but found himself unable to continue whilst looking at them. He turned away and faced the flames of the fireplace, taking in a deep breath before continuing. "I have received word from Storm's End that... that parts of Arrax have washed up onshore. Lord Borros states a dispute had occurred between Prince Aemond and Prince Lucerys before both princes' departed. It is to be believed Prince Aemond killed Prince Lucerys." 

(Y/N) felt his vision spin, feet staggering backward as he took in Daemon's words. The prince quickly steadied the man, muttering his apologies to the couple. Rhaenyra stumbled forward, lifting a hand toward Daemon when he attempted to reach toward her. Her lips parted, watery eyes staring into the flames, and hands coming to rest on her abdomen. She nearly doubled over, sobs beginning to shake her shoulders violently. (Y/N) could hardly breathe, feeling as if his lungs were being squeezed for every last drop of air. He leaned forward, resting his hand on the stone wall and taking in breaths, holding a clenched fist to his chest as the tears fell from his eyes.

Leaning in, Daemon whispered to the grieving man, "An eye for an eye, a son for a son. Lucerys shall be avenged."

[the-fiction-witch]

The Boys P2

Media - House Of The Dragon Characters - Lucerys Velaryon & Jacaerys Velaryon Couple - Lucerys Velaryon X Reader X Jacaerys Velaryon Reader - (OC) Vaella Targaryen (Eldest Daughter of Laena and Daemon) Rating - Smut Word Count - 2031

The hours had passed, and the two princes had spent the time eagerly anticipating Vaella 's return. Luke was practically buzzing with excitement, while Jace was looking slightly more relaxed, but still clearly excited at the prospect of her coming back.

Finally, they heard the soft sound of the door opening, and both boys immediately perked up, their eyes searching for her familiar figure.

Vaella slowly came in closing the chamber door and heading inside seeing how they both perk up like excited puppies "Aww you two seem excited to see me for once?"

They both grinned sheepishly, not denying it at all. They looked a bit embarrassed, but there was no hiding the joy on their faces now that she had returned.

"You said you would come back for cuddles," Jacaerys pointed out, sounding slightly accusatory.

"I did, I'm back aren't I?"

"You took ages," he grumbled slightly.

Lucerys, on the other hand, just looked extremely happy that she was back. He was practically beaming as he looked up at her. "Come and cuddle us," he requested eagerly. “P-please,” he added,

"Well I'm very sorry Jacaerys but sometimes drugging a knight and removing his tounge takes longer than anticipated" she chuckled giving Jacaerys a slight teasing tap on his nose "Aww you really missed me didn't you, such a sweetie?" She cooed sitting in Luke's bed and giving his forehead a kiss

Luke beamed, his smile widening even further as she sat on the bed and kissed his forehead,

Jace rolled his eyes at her comment, not even annoyed anymore now that she was back. He just looked at her with a hint of mock reproach in his eyes.

"Just hurry up and come over here," he grumbled, holding his arms out towards her.

"oh, somebody's very grumpy today, so? How are we doing this? Turns? If so who wants to go first? Or just one nice big snuggle?"

Both boys exchanged a look, clearly thinking about the three possible options. A hint of a smirk appeared on both their faces as they thought the same thing. They both looked at Vaella, looking completely angelic and innocent which they knew they both were not.

"One big snuggle," they said in unison.

"alright, who's bed then?"

"Definitely mine," Jace replied instantly, grabbing her hand and pulling her towards his bed. He was determined to have her as close as possible.

Luke looked betrayed but didn't protest. He just huffed and crossed his arms.

"Alright then," she chuckled sitting on Jace's bed "Who wants to be which spoon then?"

Both boys were immediately interested, and they both tried to speak at the same time.

"I want-!"

"I do-!"

They looked at each other for a moment, before turning to Vaella at the same time, wearing identical puppy-dog expressions as they looked innocently up at her.

"you boys are so childish sometimes" she chuckled as she stood and unlaced her velvet dress letting it cascade to the floor leaving her in her thin black cotton underdress that only went to her knees. She yawned and laid down in Jace's bed "Luke here. Jace here." She demanded tapping in front of her for Luke and behind her for Jace as she lay on her side

Both boys seemed slightly distracted as they watched her slip out of her dress, staring at her in her thin underdress. But then she snapped them both out of it by ordering them to take a specific position.

Jace obeyed, quickly taking the spot behind her. He wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her closer and pressing his body flush against her. Luke, meanwhile, slipped into the space in front of her, snuggling up against her.

Vaella happily laid her head on the pillow mostly as she knew it would cause a fight wherever she laid it and rested her hands around Luke's body to keep them all close as Jace held her in his arms the three together warm and cosy "ummm very nice and cosy"

Luke was practically melting against her body, his face nuzzling into her chest and his body feeling perfectly content in her embrace. Jace also looked very satisfied and content as he wrapped his arms around her waist, holding her close to his chest. He rested his chin on her shoulder and sighed, his breath warm against her skin. "Very nice," he agreed in a low voice.

"good, I'm so cosy I could just fall asleep"

"You can't fall asleep yet," Jace protested immediately. He squeezed her tighter, as if to keep her awake.

Luke let out a faint grumble in agreement. "Yeah," he mumbled. "Not yet."

"oh and why not?"

Both boys exchanged a look before they spoke,

"We're not ready to let you go," Jace said.

"We want to keep you awake," Luke added.

"I won't leave I'm just sleepy is all"

Jace and Luke were both clearly not satisfied with her response.

"No sleep," Jace protested stubbornly.

"Keep awake," Luke agreed, pouting slightly.

"alright alright, I'll do my best but you two are making me so comfortable"

Both boys gave her a satisfied grin. They knew her resistance was weakening, and they were going to take full advantage of it.

Jace nuzzled his head into her hair, his arms still wrapped around her waist, his chest against her back.

Luke snuggled closer to her chest, burying his face in her neck. His body pressed flush against her.

They were surrounding her completely, their bodies clinging to her tightly. They were clearly enjoying having her all to themselves, and they were determined to keep her from falling asleep for as long as possible.

Jace kissed the exposed skin of her shoulder, his lips soft against her skin.

Luke pressed a gentle kiss to her neck, his fingers gently tracing patterns on her back.

she chuckled as each of them began peppering her neck with kisses each having picked a different side to kiss, which caused her to giggle and slightly squirm between them

Both boys chuckled softly as they felt her squirming between them. Hearing her giggles only motivated them to keep kissing her, their mouths exploring the sensitive skin of her neck and collarbone. They both relished the feeling of her pressed between them, their bodies flush against hers.

Jace nibbled gently on her earlobe, while Luke placed a trail of kisses along her jawline.

"you boys are relentless"

Both boys hummed in agreement, their mouths still working slowly against her skin. They weren't going to give her any reprieve, no matter how much she squirmed or how much she protested.

"We're determined to keep you awake," Jace mumbled against her neck, as he continued kissing her.

"You're not allowed to fall asleep," Luke added, his voice slightly muffled as he nibbled on her shoulder.

"alright alright I won't fall asleep just no more kisses they tickle"

Both boys let out slight pouts of disappointment,

Jace nuzzled his chin against her shoulder and grumbled in her ear. "No more kisses?" He sounded slightly unhappy.

Luke, on the other hand, looked far more pouty than the other. "You don't like our kisses?" He whined, clearly dejected.

"of course I love you boys kisses but when you both do it at the same time I don't get to focus on any of the nice kisses"

Jace chuckled softly in her ear, his breath warm against her skin. "Ah, so you're saying we should kiss you one at a time instead of all at once?"

Luke also grinned as he nuzzled her neck, clearly on board with that plan. "we can do that," he mumbled against her.

With that, they fell into a pattern. One would kiss her neck and the other would kiss her shoulder, their mouths alternating between the two. They were careful not to kiss her at the same time, as per her request. They wanted to keep her here, but they weren't going to torture her with ticklish kisses. 

 Jace nibbled gently on her earlobe, his mouth hot against her skin. Luke continued to kiss her shoulder, his lips soft and gentle.

They continued their assault on both sides, both boys giving equal attention to her neck and shoulders. They seemed to have found a rhythm together, taking turns to kiss her skin, their mouths moving in unison. It was like they were both trying to outdo each other in terms of who could make her shiver more. The feeling of their lips against her sensitive skin was both exhilarating and maddening at the same time.

Vaella gasped and whimpered enjoying the boys kisses as they shared her neck and tender skin, still she slightly squirmed until Jace moved her tighter against him and Luke closed the gap between kisses leaving her with both pressed against her completely and her only ability to squirm tiny inches both of which cause her to rub up on them, if she squirms at all now her behind grinds on Jace and her front rubs up against Luke

Both boys let out a unison gasp as she rubbed up against them, their mouths pausing their attack on her skin for a moment.

Jace's breath hitched as he felt her grind against him from behind, and a low groan escaped him, his arms tightening around her waist.

Luke let out a shuddering exhale as her chest rubbed against his from the front, his lips quivering against her neck. He seemed to be holding himself back from burying his face in her chest at that moment.

she whined slightly whimpering as she couldn't stop her squirming pure reaction from the kisses on her ticklish spots on her neck. But she soon knew the danger she was in as she felt her hips shift once more and felt Jace hard behind her and Luke hard Infront of her leaving her with nowhere to escape the boys no matter how she moved she would be giving one pleasure and that only grew worse as they both continued to kiss and tickle her pressing her body tight between them.

Both boys groaned as they felt her squirming between them, her body rubbing up against them in the process. Their eyes darkened as they felt themselves grow harder in response to her unintentional stimulation. They were both completely wrapped up in her, the sensations overwhelming.

Jace's grip on her waist tightened as he tried to hold her still, his breath warm against her ear. "You're driving us crazy," he whispered, his voice strained with desire.

Luke nodded, his breath ragged against her neck. "You're making it very difficult for us to keep our hands to ourselves," he gasped.

"I'm not sure I can be blamed for that" she protested playfully

Jace nuzzled her ear, his breath coming in uneven gasps. "You're right. It's hard to blame you when you're so damn irresistible."

Luke nodded in agreement, his hands slowly tracing patterns on her hips, his fingers digging in slightly. "It doesn't change the fact that you're driving us crazy, though."

"... Alright, but one rule. You can't rip my dress" she told them

Both boys' eyes widened slightly at her command, their gazes shifting downward to look at her dress. They were clearly contemplating the idea.

Jace hummed in response, his fingers playing with the edge of her dress. "No ripping?" he repeated.

Luke chimed in as well, his eyes roving over her body as he considered the rule. "Are you sure about that? We might get a little... carried away."

"No ripping. That's the rules."

Both boys pouted slightly at her words, clearly a little disappointed that they wouldn't be able to tear her dress off. But they quickly recovered.

Jace sighed and nodded reluctantly. "Fine, no ripping. We'll have to find other ways to... express our desires."

Luke nodded as well, looking slightly frustrated but still accepting the rule. "You're asking a lot from us, you know. But we'll do our best to honor the rule. No tearing the dress."

With the rule established, both boys looked at each other and then back at her. They were both clearly still very eager to continue, but they were now bound by her rule of keeping the dress intact.