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『 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 』

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓 𝐓𝐎𝐂𝐔𝐇𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐍'𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 were felt on the humid skin of the two lovers. The glow that the light had given the other, was a look they'd forever want painted upon their minds. Laying on his back, hands leaving pecks of touch on his wife's hair, his other hand remained wrapped around her waist; never wanting to let her go from his grasp. She held him just as tightly, her left hand pushing back fallen hair that stuck to his skin, her other arm intertwined with his that remained on her waist.

Three moons have passed since they married in Helios' sanctuary, were they swore upon the sacred vows of a man and wife of the old flame. Aelxys and Rhaenyra have not left their shared chambers since, they ate, and bathed of course, but they never once left the comfort of their own married environment.

Much to their dismay, however, Aelxys had matters to attend to, as his mother's heir. Though he was only motivated to do so since Rhaenyra would now join him in the council meeting. As wife of the heir, Rhaenyra was expected to attend the meetings. Another thing that she loved about Mordunic customs, women here were respected just as the men were, they too held titles of head of their house, or next monarch to whatever realm they ruled. Her claims as heir of her own throne were highly respected, as it differed from the people of King's Landing viewed her.

But that was not put to mind in this moment. The two heirs, the man and wife were to enjoy their last close moments until the time came for them to part.

"You my darling wife, certainly know how to change a man." Aelxys chuckled. "To be loved by a goddess is no small pleasure."

A proud grin appeared on her lips as she giggled, "The same of you, my love. You've brought me much pleasure, better than one could imagine." Rhaenyra looked up to meet his eyes. "I now understand why they call you "Lord of Desires", your graces of worship and kind whispers are pleasure in everything."

Aelxys cringed at the nickname that was long given to him by the few women he has come to meet, in his times of adventure. He was not proud of it, sleeping with women that were not his wife, but he never treated them any less than what they deserved.

"I do not like such name."

"It is not much bad, I have been given one similar."

"The Realm's Delight." The prince hummed in remembrance, stroking his wife's hair.

"Isn't it a dream? The Realm's Delight and the Lord of Desires, married?" Rhaenyra said before kissing up against Aelxys' jaw.