The Grey Wolf & The Golden Dragon | Aegon Targaryen II

Little Improprieties

Aegon

Aegon woke with a fierce ache in his cock and an even worse one in his head; his heartbeat throbbing in his ears. After spending years deep in his cups, Aegon rarely woke feeling so dismal.

Despite his headache, he rolled over and ground himself against the sheets with a frustrated groan. Gods, Alysanne had looked fucking sinful in the dress he'd commission. He'd known she would. Aegon only wished he had been less drunk, so as to thoroughly enjoy the sight of her for the entirety of celebration.

Still, the recollection of her gripping him tighter, kissing him passionately in front of the entire hall, made his blood rush. Letting the memory envelop him, Aegon slipped his hand into his breeches, fisting his stiff cock and stroking over the length. Withing moments, Aegon was climaxing in his hand, easing the desperate need that had been plaguing him for days...

As he cleaned himself with a damp rag, the ache in his head swelled and he leaned against the basin for support. Fuck...

"Good morning, brother!" Helaena greeted brightly, barging into his room; forcing him to quickly cover himself. "I have brought you something." Aegon wrinkled his nose at the smell of the wine she held out to him, his stomach churning. "Hair of the wolf, Aegon, drink it... It will ease the pain."

As he tossed back the crimson liquid, Aegon could taste the poppy milk Helaena had added to the wine. "Good, now... Get dressed. We still have many guests in the keep and you need to be presentable. I'm sure, after that kiss last night, your betrothed will be eager to see you as well." At the mention of Alysanne, Aegon's mood lifted, his heart racing.

"What have I done to deserve such a wonderful sister?" he asked.

"Absolutely nothing," she replied with a dry smile, "and yet, I love you all the same..." Aegon pulled her into his arms, burying his face in her silky hair. They were so much better this way, as brother and sister. Their mother had to be half mad to think that betrothing them would have ever been a good idea. "Alright, alright... Hurry up, now!" She shoved him away and floated from the room, leaving him alone to dress.

The grounds were filled with people mulling about and the Queen had arranged for food to be served throughout the day in the gardens. Aegon wandered slowly through the torrents of guests, receiving bows and curtsies by way of greeting, but there was only one person he was interested in finding.

Alysanne was standing beside Elin, laughing at something the redhead had said. She was dressed in green, not the cold, piney color his mother so often wore, but the warm rich tone of olive, making her skin glow.

Alysanne laughed again as he approached, at something the young man beside her said. Prince Torstyn of House Martell. Aegon hadn't even noticed him the evening before. Beside him, another young man with dark skin, a man Aegon didn't recognize at all.

"My love," Alysanne greeted as her stormy eyes fell on him, her words sending a jolt of satisfaction through him, "Come..." She held out her hand and he reached for her, joining the group. "This is—"

"Prince Torstyn, your highness." He interrupted with a small dip of his head. "This is Ornythiel."

"Your highness," the other man greeted, bowing as well. "We were just discussing your upcoming wedding..."

"And what about my impending marriage do you find so amusing, Ornythiel?"

"T'was my lady, darling..." Alysanne interjected, placing her hand on his chest, calming the pang of jealousy he had been feeling. "When Prince Torstyn asked what we would be serving at the feast, Elin insisted that it would be wine, wine, and more wine." Aegon smirked.