The Grey Wolf & The Golden Dragon | Aegon Targaryen II

Marital Bliss

Aegon

Aegon was startled awake by the knock on the door of Alysanne's chambers. Beside him, his wife— Gods, his wife, slept on, her soft snores bringing a smile to his face. At least he'd finally found a flaw in her, an adorable one, at that.

"Come," he called softly.

"Sorry to disturb you, my prince, but my lord said to bring you food." Syra offered with a small dip of her head. "You've missed every meal today."

Of course, she was right. The pair had slept through most of the morning, and made love through the remainder of the afternoon, missing the entirety of the day's meals. Not that Aegon minded in the slightest; in fact, he'd happily never leave their quarters ever again.

Syra left the tray of food and returned with jugs and cups.

"You know... Ah, never mind..." she mumbled, hurrying to finish.

"Well, you've already begun and piqued my curiosity," Aegon replied with a grin, "what is it?"

"You're good for her," Syra replied with a shrug. "She's always been impetuous and stubborn, but I don't think I ever truly saw her happy before she left for the capital. She had Miss Elin, of course, but Lord Cregan mostly ignored her... If anything, I think that made it worse... But she seems happy now..." She dipped into a curtsy and left the room, leaving Aegon alone with his new bride. Rolling onto his side, the prince leaned on his elbow and watched her sleep. Running his fingers up her spine, he grinned when she finally stirred.

"My love..."

"Mm?" came her growl of a reply.

"Your handmaiden brought food and drink to revive us," he informed her. One stormy grey eye opened and peeked up at him.

"Food?"

"Indeed,"

"I'm starving," she admitted, rolling over and stretching. Aegon got a long look at her breasts, his cock already perking at the sight, before she yanked the sheets up.

"Come on, let me see!" Aegon complained, gripping the sheets, and trying to tug them off.

"You've seen enough, husband. Your wife demands sustenance!" she declared, smirking at him.

"And after?" he pleaded.

"Mm, perhaps if my darling husband saw fit to feed his wife her meal, he may earn a gift of gratitude." she teased.

"Gratitude, is it?" he asked, leaning over to catch her lips. Her warm, sweet, swollen lips. Fuck, she's perfect... "I'm going to fuck you until you can't walk, sweetheart." Aegon whispered in her ear, enjoying the way her breath caught in her throat.

"I thought you already did that..." she whispered.

"No, I'm fairly sure you can still walk..." he replied, "why don't you grab the wine and we'll find out?" With a glare that didn't meet her eyes, she shoved back the blankets and tiptoed across the room, gripping the wine jug and a cup in her hand.

"Catch," she commanded with a grin, tossing the cup at him. Aegon caught the metal cup as she lifted the tray of food and carried both items to the bed. As Aly sat on the bed and filled the cup to share, Aegon reached for the tray, setting it between them and pulling off a piece of chicken, stuffing it into her mouth.

"Aegon!"

"We'll, you did say you were famished," he replied with a smirk, biting off a piece of bread. Alysanne leaned her head against Aegon's shoulder, that warm, familiar feeling spreading through his chest at the action.