Ssugarcoated01
➤ Everything was spinning, I couldn't focus, I didn't want to focus. I didn't want to think of his hand touching her, I didn't want to think of their marriage that will come to be, I didn't want to think.
"You're really going to marry him?" Her, a Targaryen princess marry that oaf. It was mad. "Do you set your standards so low? Or perhaps my lady simply wishes to be fucked and the first contender will do fine?" My words were lewd, and as she flushed red I didn't know if in anger or embarrassment. Perhaps both?
"You forget your place, Ser." My place. A knight sworn to her, forced to watch her as she leaves me behind for some Lord. I could've been the lord of the rock, instead I was some bodyguard for a woman maddening.
"You might watch your words, perhaps I could feel inclined to speak to someone of how improper you speak to me."
I hadn't notice how close I'd gotten to her until I could feel the warmth of her.
"You hate me." My voice was low, in but a whisper.
"Yes, I loathe you." Her tone matched mine, yet the sound of her voice was ever so seductive.
"Not as much as I loathe you."
Yes it must be hate, I thought as I pulled her into me. Not letting another one of us speak before pushing my lips into hers.
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Maela Targaryen, first of her name - princess of the realm, daughter of Aerys Targaryen. Her life was one horror after the next, and every challenge she has ever been given it seemed as if only one face was behind it. Jaime Lannister.
The knight cut down her father, and she was almost certain as he raised the blade to her neck that she was next. He sat on her father's throne while Aerys' blood spilled down the steps - even if her father's laughter echoed through the air, there was only one thing she could hear, his voice.
"The debt of your life will be eternal."