"why would I choose one? I want them both, so I'll have them both. ask me again and I'll have one kill you. "
"..."
"you're dismissed."
{ in which the daughter of Rhaenyra bewitches the two Green princes and single-handedly make...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
{ And now I love high tea, not hightower}
Valyria looked up and saw Aegon and Aemond walking in. She raised a brow. "What are you—" But she was cut off when Aegon took her hands and hoisted her up. She grunted, and he rolled his eyes.
"Being Queen has made you so dramatic. Take off your crown, it looks heavy." Valyria let go of his hands, walked over to the dresser, gently took the crown off of her head, and placed it down.
She looked into the mirror and watched as Aegon wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her into his chest. She smiled to herself and closed her eyes.
"You looked so beautiful there. But..." His happy tone went serious. "You pushed us away, darling, when Meleys was going to kill you." She frowned.
"She wouldn't have hurt me. I already spoke to her," she said, attempting to get out of it. He chuckled, the deep sound resonating in her ears. "You can't get away that easily, princess."
"Not anymore," she pointed out and opened her eyes to turn and put her hands on his shoulders.
"Now, I've been standing for over four and ten hours, and my entire body aches, so, if you'll excuse me. I need to change." He had an unreadable expression as he slipped his hands behind her back, to where the laces to her dress were.
He skillfully undid them in record time, and Valyria held her dress up. Aemond scowled from where he leaned on the bedpost. "She'll be indecent." Aegon waved him off. "You're such an innocent, Aemond."
She rolled her eyes and took her earrings off, laying them on the dresser. Finally, she let her hair loose and could unwind. She walked behind the screen, changed into a very casual black dress that covered everything, and walked out to see Aegon on her bed.
He was lying upside down with his legs against the headboard.
"Aegon!" She said sharply. "Get up! If someone sees—"
"You're the Queen! And, we are betrothed." She groaned softly, and Aemond moved to stand beside her. He snaked an arm around her waist, rubbing circles into her hip.
"It's been too long of a day," she muttered. He hummed, and as he ducked his head down, she bared her neck as he pressed soft kisses to her collarbone. Suddenly, he picked one spot, and Valyria felt his teeth. He sucked deeply on that one spot, and she felt herself getting weak.
Finally, he pulled his lips away and smiled proudly at the mark on her skin.
"You're worse than Aegon," she muttered, which made him kiss her on the lips, and her mouth slid open. Their tongues slightly touched, and it sent him crazy, wanting more.
She arched her back as he pressed his lips to hers harshly. He needed her, needed the stability of her being there. She was one of the only constants in his life, and he needed it.
