"You are the bane of my existence and the object of all my desires."
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The tale of the Prince Aegon Targaryen and his marriage to Princess Valeria Martell.
Aegon Targaryen FF
HOTD
18+
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DO I WANNA KNOW? -arctic monkeys
An hour later into the feast, Valeria had not touched a single piece of sustenance on her plate.
She just sat there leaned back on the chair while sipping the Arbor Gold in her cup occasionally. Completely ignoring Aegon beside her.
Aegon sat beside Valeria, his expression neutral as he watched her ignore the food on her plate.
She knew that he knew that she was only doing it to provoke him, and it was working. She could feel his annoyance growing with each moment that passed, and how he forced himself to stay calm.
If he reacted, then she would win. And he couldn't let that happen.
But despite his best efforts, he found himself stealing glances at her every few minutes, his eyes tracing the lines of her body beneath her revealing dress.
Valeria was well aware of his glances, and she purposefully stayed perfectly still so he could watch her body just how she wanted him to. She wanted him to yearn for her, to show him that she was not to be ordered around, that she was a fucking Martell.
At some point, the wine spilled down the corner of her lips and cascaded all the way down to the ridge of her breasts accidentally-where her skin was still marked with the lovebites that he had given her.
Aegon's eyes tracked the path of the wine down her body, his gaze lingering on the sight of the lovebites that he had left on her skin. He could feel a familiar heat building within him, and he had to force himself to look away. He clenched his fists tightly, his knuckles turning white as he fought to keep his control.
She smirked to herself, and innocently dabbed the wine away with a napkin.
The sight of her smirking made Aegon's irritation grow, and he clenched his jaw tightly to keep from saying anything. Or tried to.
"You're enjoying this, aren't you," he muttered in a low voice, just loud enough for her to hear.
"Oh, you have no idea," She muttered back.
Aegon scowled at her.
She wanted to grab him and kiss him right there in front of everyone, just to show him who was really in control.
Aegon took a gulp of his wine and turned his gaze away from her purposefully, refusing to give her the attention she craved.
She pouted mentally.
Valeria's eyes trailed to some lords who were speaking to each other quietly and stealing glances at her. She raised an amused brow before rolling her eyes away from them.
"My dress is quite lovely, is it not?"
Aegon glanced at her, eyeing the low cut of her dress and the way it clung to her curves. He felt the heat rising within him once again, and he clenched his fists tightly once more. "It's indecent," his voice strained.
