A Valyrian Heart

Chapter Eighteen

" You can't have the monster. It's mine "

Baela saw red. Before she knew it, she was throwing a fist right at the bastard's face, unfortunately she underestimated his reflexes. He caught her fist.

It surprises her, but only momentarily. Well, she'd never expect that Joffrey, who she'd considered a spoilt brat, actually had some training. However, he still hadn't been trained properly enough and she was able to easily sweep him off his feet. He crashed onto the ground with a yelp, Baela took a step back with a satisfied grin on her face. She watched Joffrey's expression twist into an enraged one.

" You Bitch!" He cursed at her, probably because she was the first woman who had him on his knees for her. The insult doesn't even register, not with how high she was feeling on her victory. How long has it been since she was able to spare like this. Ever since her engagement, she had been asked to act more manners, especially in the palace. Her father might be uncaring, but her grandmother didn't want the greens thinking that she had failed to teach Baela proper manners. The Dragon rider could act all mannered, but she saw no point to it. Aemond knew her more than she knew herself, and to be honest she was the only man she had ever tried to impress other than her father, and both couldn't give a horse shit about proper manners.

Joffrey was on his feet faster than she expected him to. And perhaps her thoughts had been too much of a distraction, because she barely notices him when he reaches for her, she dodges, but the king still ends up with a fistful of her hair which he tugs painfully. " Are you not a Lady? "

" Being one doesn't mean I can't protect myself, Your grace. You want to take Moon Dancer away from me, what kind of master would I be if I don't fight for her "

" Oh Shut up! If I wish to take it, you will give it to me. The fact that I desire something of you should be an honour "

" You seem to forget that you are not my king "

" You didn't seem to care last night when you begged me to let you stay, even if it meant becoming another whore vying for my attention "

Baela slams her forehead against Joffrey's face, due to the slight height difference between them, she ends up hitting him on the jaw. Still, the pain was still enough to have him stumbling back. She kicks him and it sends him to the ground. Baela doesn't let him recover nearly as quickly as before, she straddles him and successfully pins him down the way her father had taught her. There wasn't any blood, that wouldn't have been the case if she had managed to break his nose. What a waste! But Joffrey was vexed all the same and seeing the rage in his gaze as he glared up at her, it made her feel accomplished.

Her finger digs into his arms where she keeps them pinned over his head. Something flashes in Joffrey's eyes as he winces. Something akin to anticipation and a bit more, the emotion disappears as fast as it came and Joffrey himself seemed surprised by it. Baela leans back as realisation falls on her. ' He likes this '

" You filthy Wrench "

" Such kind words from the king himself, I am honoured "

" Get off me!"

" Is that what you want? " Her lips curled up in a provocative smirk " It doesn't seem that way to me "

" This could get you killed "

" Of course, Your grace " She lets go of his hand, but she doesn't move from her position, and even though Joffrey still has that begrudged expression on his face, he doesn't push her off. She's still straddling him, and whoever might see them like this would probably think something else. " But you have no intention of keeping Moon Dancer, you simply don't want me to leave, '' she says smugly. Baela doesn't know how she hadn't noticed before, who knew this spoilt brat was clingy