The Great Khalessi (GoT Fanfic)

26 - Yes

The thunder rumbled in the distance, a low growl echoing through the air as Drogo led Rhaenys into his manse. The storm mirrored the tumult of emotions swirling within her, and he sensed her need for solitude, away from prying eyes. As he opened the fire, flames crackled to life, casting flickering shadows that danced across the walls.

Drogo glanced over at Rhaenys, her fidgeting hands and shy expression betraying her usual composure. She had always tried to maintain an air of calm around him, but today was different. Perhaps the weight of her outburst still clung to her, and Drogo sought to lighten the mood.

"I believe you now," he said, a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. "When you said your family is crazy. I do not doubt it. You certainly have a little crazy in you."

Rhaenys tossed a pillow at him, laughter spilling from her lips. "I'll have you know I was perfectly sane before! You're the problem here. You make me go crazy."

Drogo's expression softened. "You make me feel many things too," he confessed, his voice low and sincere. "So much that I do not know how to express them in words."

"Love— "

Rhaenys said, her gaze steady as she met his.

"I love you, Drogo."

The words hung in the air between them, a delicate thread binding their hearts. It was the first time he had heard those words spoken aloud, but he understood the gravity of them. The emotions in her eyes spoke volumes; she was no longer hiding what she felt for him. It was a revelation, a surrender.

Drogo stepped closer, his hand gently cradling her delicate face, his thumb brushing against her cheek. He leaned in, resting his forehead against hers. "I love you, Rhaenys," he murmured, the intimacy of the moment deepening.

They lingered in silence, sharing the warmth of their breaths, until a cold breeze swept through the room, causing Rhaenys to sneeze.

"We should take off our clothes," she suggested, a playful grin on her lips. "Or we will both catch a cold."

Drogo's throat went dry as he took in the sight of her, the dress clinging to her body in all the right places, accentuating her every curve. The fabric molded to her figure like a second skin, outlining the soft swell of her waist and the gentle curve of her hips. It hugged her thighs, which were strong yet feminine, tapering down to graceful legs that seemed to flow effortlessly as she moved.

Her nipples peaked beneath the sheer fabric, the outline tantalizingly visible, drawing his gaze like a moth to a flame. He felt the heat pooling in his core. The sight of her was enough to unravel him, to tempt him in ways he had never imagined—her breasts stood proudly, full and inviting, while her hips flared out just enough to give her an alluring silhouette.

As Drogo's eyes roamed over her form, he found himself captivated by the way the fabric caressed her body, revealing the delicate line where her waist met her hips and the subtle strength in her thighs. The sight of her was intoxicating, overwhelming his senses and igniting a fire deep within him.

"No," he said, his voice hoarse.

Rhaenys smirked, mischief dancing in her eyes. "Relax, I promise not to steal your innocence before marriage."

As she turned, he was struck by the view of her back, the fabric clinging to her ass in a way that made him come undone. When she lifted her dress, peeling it from her body, his resolve shattered. He was ensnared, captivated by her beauty.

It was only when she playfully tossed the dress over his face that he snapped back to reality. Rhaenys quickly wrapped herself in a blanket and settled near the fire, the flames illuminating her features, casting a soft glow around her.