𝖉𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖔𝖓'𝖘 𝖑𝖊𝖌𝖆𝖈𝖞 || kaz brekker

𝐱𝐱𝐢𝐢. weight of a soul.

❝pulvis et umbra sumus.❞

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the Targaryen stands before her mirror, palms spread over her stomach and lips parting into a gleaming smile. her chest moves with each breath as she chuckles to herself, body twisting lightly to take every angle in.

she was getting married, the thought has been twriling around her mind for the past hours, each time growing louder and more excited. her heart stutters against her ribcage, and her purple gaze flickers down. i'm getting married. she giggles again.

her curls, -although not as long as she was known for, dangled by the middle of her back, her head tilting to let them swing freely as she runs her dainty fingers into her scalp to move them. she was getting married to Nikolai, her cheeks tint further and her eyes close with giddy happiness she was barely containing.

"you look otherworldly." a voice lets out in an exhale, and she straightens up in a blink, her nose scrunching as the man approaches her. his hand reaches up, and he softly lets his fingers run against her cheek, his blue eyes gleaming with adoration.

he softly pushes back a loose curl behind her ear and chuckles, his teeth peeking as his lips pull further up into the boyish smile she adored. his gaze remained on hers, even with the difference in height. "you look like fire made flesh. not the kind that burns," he whispers out, brows furrowing as he swallows. "the soothing fire"

Aeya giggles and glances away, shoulders moving sheepishly as she bounces on her tiptoes and purses her lips. "well, you look like my fairytale prince who was meant to steal me away from the evil witch." she teases back, mocking the strict royal white and gold suit he was wearing.

he was truly a prince, a Lanstov, and he sure looked the part with his blond hair and bright blue eyes, his dimple, and his cocky grin.

she could see the nervousness in him as clear as day, the light pink over his face, the bob of his Adam's apple, the fiddling of his fingers over her cheek. and she was glad she was not alone in the feeling of excited shyness. this was the way it was supposed to end for them. they've known it since they were kids.

though her heart ached for the boy in Ketterdam.

she glances away and chuckles, fingers reaching up to link with his over her skin, and she pulls them away lightly and presses a light kiss against his knuckles. "husband dearest, what do you think?" she muses, teeth sinking into her lower lip as she laughs and twirls with their hands still linked.

he admires as she shows him the back of her dress, the carefree smile he'd missed making his breath choke in his throat as he keeps looking down at her with his smirk plastered permanently into his face. but she could see right through him, she could see right through the smirks and the flirtiness and the cockiness. he loved her in all her states, and it hurt her to hurt him.

he clears his throat and steps closer with a small shaky exhale, his free hand reaching up to her waist to stop her before retreating away and leaving only his right one held into hers. he looked much more serious even with the glint of affection in his gaze, and she stills, curiously looking up at him.

"I know this isn't what you had in mind for a wedding. I know your coutums and your cultures, and I understand that this one isn't the type of marriage that sticks," he breathes out, glancing away for a moment before looking back to her. "but I appreciate it, nonetheless. I appreciate what you've put aside for peace."

she hums, her head tilting as she listens on. he was referring to her family's blood marriage, the one not even the Gods could cancel out, not in life and not in death. she was following his culture to keep her one chance at a never-ending marriage for the thief in Kerch.