The tale of Ice and Fire

Chapter Eight

King's Landing, 282 AC

The morning after, Iclyn woke up contented. He was resting on top of his new husband's chest, Rhaegar's gentle fingers softly tracing the northerner's back.

“Good morning, my queen.” he said as Iclyn rose his head. The Direwolf smiled before claiming his husband's lips in a sensual kiss.

“Good morning, my prince” he whispered on the heir of the Iron Throne's lips.

A knock on the door interrupted their passionate make out session.

“My prince, my princess” Aiana curtsied as she entered the room. She was so glad to see her mistress so happy and carefree with his new husband.

“Aiana! How are things this beautiful morning?” Iclyn merrily asked, greeting his handmaiden. Aiana smiled at the lopsided smile painted on the northerner's face.

“Everything is fine, my princess. I'm here to help you get ready to break your fast with the king and queen, as per his majesty's bidding.” she answered, taking out an ice blue dress from the wardrobe. She set the thin dress on the hanger next to the vanity and proceeded to open the curtains, letting the rays of sunshine enter the room.

Rhaegar groaned in Iclyn's neck, making the northerner giggle. “Do we have to?” he asked like a petulant child.

Aiana looked at the pair amused. She was thankful that her princess was able to bring out the prince's childish behaviour, as he had always been so serious, even when he was still a wee babe.

“We kinda have to, my love. They are your parents and on top of that our king and queen.” Iclyn answered with an apologetic voice, even though his eyes shone with mirth.

Iclyn rose from the bed, thankfully the night prior, before they fell asleep, they had had the decency of wearing their nightgowns, otherwise he would have flashed Aiana. Iclyn's cheeks painted red at the thought, as he sat at the vanity.

“Everything alright, my princess?” she asked seeing Iclyn's flushed expression. Iclyn nodded with a smile.

Rhaegar rose from the bad and stretched his muscles. Iclyn bit his lower lip seeing his husband's back muscles stretch. He really loved his husband's body and every time he looked at it, every kind of dirty thoughts crossed his mind. He had never thought his mind was so filthy, or maybe it was the thought of his husband that made him this horny.

“I'll leave you to get ready.” he said, with a smile, walking towards the double doors connecting Iclyn's chambers to the Prince's ones.

Aiana waited until the prince closed the double doors to ask her princess what she meant to ask all morning. “My princess, how was last night?”

“It was fine. He was sweet and gentle.” he answered with a small blush crept on his cheeks. “I almost forgot that the witnesses where there.” he added with a small giggle.

Aiana brushed the princess hair. “You were lucky, my lady. Not all husbands are this considerate towards their wife.”

“I am.” he replied with a sweet smile.

When both he and Rhaegar were ready to break fast, the prince offered his arm for his new wife to take. “My love.” Iclyn smiled at the chivalry and gently linked his arm with his husband's.

As the two of them walked out of the room, two female servants began to remove the sheets, giggling between themselves.

Iclyn blushed at the marked sheets, he knew it was a tradition to hang the sheets outside the window to show everyone the proof of consummation.