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Aerion found your hand, interlinking his fingers into yours. “Although I agree, my father specified that we must be in attendance for its entirety.”

He spoke with his usual abruptness, yet apprehension called out from the depth of his voice. He despised telling you the opposite of what you wanted to hear just as much as you despised hearing it.

You looked at him blankly and huffed before turning your head away from him, your right hand carelessly swirling the red wine in your hand.

Aerion too huffed, his eyes rolling briefly and his lips pursing together as he thought.

“How can I make it more entertaining for you, wife?”

Your ears perked up, and you turned your head towards him once again, the corners of your mouth tugging ever so slightly.

He watched as you thought with amused eyes, though the same amusement did not show on his lips.

“Perhaps,” you tossed your hair beyond your shoulder, “a duel would suffice.”

Aerion took a deep breath to calm himself, your request was ridiculous, and you knew that. His brows raised at you, and you simply watched him with expectance.

“Darling, I cannot turn this seemingly positive evening into one with gore.”

“Why not?” Your reply came immediately.

“My Prince, my Princess, my apologies for the interruption.” You heard an unfamiliar voice say, the tone polite. Your eyes rolled at the interruption, whereas Aerion’s glistened- he had been saved momentarily.

You did not look at the man, your eyes still locked onto your husband, still awaiting an answer. Aerion, however, faced forwards to see him. It was Lord Humfrey Hardyng, a noble from the vale. Aerion’s eyes scanned the man in his entirety.

“My lord.” Aerion said, though his tone was not driven by politeness.

“I believe that you have not yet met my daughter, lady Jeyne.”

Aerion did not respond, simply looking at the pair with the same monotone expression that he usually held firmly. Your husband knew that you would not appreciate his communication with another woman, even if it was a simple matter of polite politics. Dealing with you while in a bad mood would be much worse than an unpleasant exchange.

You, now momentarily giving up on Aerion’s explanation, turned your head to face the pair.

You had met Lord Humfrey before, and so you felt no need to acknowledge him. His daughter on the other hand, you had not met. Her hair was dark, almost jet black, and it sat wispily on her small shoulders. She looked quite young, perhaps a few years younger than yourself. Through no control of her own, she gawked at you.

“Do you not speak, girl?” You snapped, your arms now folded over one another. Aerion’s hand held your thigh firmly underneath the table, his fingers squeezing the skin underneath the fabric of your dress at the coldness of your words.

“My apologies, my lady, I-“

“My Princess.” You corrected, taking a large sip of wine before placing the cup back down on the table, the harsh metal clinking as it sat.

“My Princess, I express my deepest apologies.” The girl stuttered.

“All is forgiven.” You smiled a sickly sweet smile, fake of course, but a smile all the same. You looked at the girl more closely, and stopped abruptly when you saw the glistening stone on her neck. Your eyes widened in pleasure. Aerion groaned.

She wore a silver chain, one that was doubled and embroidered with hints of gold. The stone was an emerald snake that weaved intricately into rubies that glistened even in the dark candlelit hall.

“That is a fine necklace.” Your finger extended as you pointed towards her neckline, yet you did not speak to her, nor her father. Your words were directed to your husband, and he knew exactly why.

“It is, my love. A fine necklace indeed.” He agreed, placing a gentle kiss onto your cheek.

The girls face brightened, happy that the Princess herself had complimented her with such heartfelt words. Her Lord father, however, noticed the uneasy expression on Aerion’s face, and felt weary himself.

“Thank you, Princess, it is a family loom, it means a great deal to me.” The girl held the pendant as she spoke, her smile growing wider and wider with each passing moment. Your smile did not grow alongside it, though. It disappeared entirely.

“That is heartwarming indeed.” You said. “You are dismissed.” Your hand waved carelessly.

The girls smile dropped in confusion, and Lord Humfrey simply nodded before ushering his daughter away.

Your head turned back to face your husband’s, and he followed suit. You had intended to speak, but before you could, Aerion placed his lips to yours, inviting you into a kiss full of passion and love. You leant into it, of course, enjoying the hunger that drove him.

Yet, you would not be distracted that easily.

You pulled away after a little while, your hand placed on his chest as you gently pushed him from you. He groaned at the fact that he couldn’t feel the plumpness of your lips anymore, and begrudgingly opened his eyes. Despite the vast amount of people in the room with you, you both acted as though you were alone, as usual.

Using both hands, you smoothed his collar, allowing your hands to stay there as you pecked his lips once more.

“The necklace.” You said, your lips a mere centimetre away from his own. “I need it.”

As soon as Aerion had seen the necklace, he had known you would fall in love with it; it consisted of your two favourite colours, and its glowing intricacy and individuality were something that you looked for in every item that you owned.

He was just as certain that you would not stop until you had it.

Pushing out his chair and tightening his jaw as he forced his mouth shut, Aerion stood up. You looked up at him, a bright smile on your face now that you knew he would go to seek out what you desired. He stood above you and used his hand to hold your jaw, bending down, he placed a kiss to your forehead before walking away in search of the Lord and his daughter.

Unfortunately for Aerion, Lord Humfrey had outright refused his offer of a large sum of coin for the necklace. Although he had apologised profusely, he was absolutely certain that the necklace would not be leaving his daughters neck anytime soon. Aerion was worried that you may end up ripping it from her collarbone if you had to wait any longer.

Your husband cringed at the thought of having to tell you that you could not have it. It was the first instance where he would not be able to give you what you desire, and the very idea of it killed him.

Later that night, when he arrived to your shared chambers, he found you perched at the end of the bed, sat up straight, your right leg crossed over your left. You clasped your knee with your hands and bounced your hung foot in anticipation of his arrival- your impatience growing.

Your head visibly perked up when you heard your guard outside greet Aerion.

“My love.” He greeted, the huge oak door creaking behind him as it closed with a thud.

“My love.” You responded back to him.

“It is a complicated matter.”

Your body relaxed ever so slightly at the disappointment of his words.

“I do not see how? She has a necklace, I want it.”

A ghost of a laugh drifted through him at the simple stance you took on situations such as this.

“It is their family loom, they absolutely refuse to give it up, it would be a political nightmare.”

He sat next to you now, placing his hand on your bare thigh. You immediately removed his hand from your leg and shuffled away from him. Your husband raised his chin upwards and took a deep breath; preparing himself for what was to come, the way that you would now torture him.

“Alright.” Was all you had said. You did not even look at him, instead crawling underneath the thick furs that lay a top your bed, and closing your eyes with stubbornness.

Aerion lay next to you, he spent the entire night attempting to hold you or touch you in one way or another, but you swatted him away every single time. Even though you longed for him to hold you, to feel his skin on yours, your stubborn nature refused to give in.

For three whole sunrises, Aerion had not felt the tender touch of his wife. You would not let him anywhere near him, stating that he clearly did not love you enough, because if he did then you would have emerald and rubied snakes around your neck.

He brought you hundreds of different necklaces, ones that in his opinion were even more extravagant and expensive than the ones owned by the Lords daughter. But no, you refused them.

“Princess you are torturing me now.” He pleaded as he looked down on you. His knees crumbled as you looked up at him in that moment, your eyes shining in the sun light, looking so innocent and beautiful. He craved your touch, your kiss, your body. Yet you knew you would not give him what he desired until he had fulfilled your own wishes.

Without a word, you simply looked up at him with a sad expression, before huffing and looking away. He had tutted loudly, the familiar feeling of anger crashing through his bones.

And so he adventured out again, in the hopes of using his power of persuasion- which usually included violence, so he had no idea what he would do. He decided that he would not approach the Lord, but instead, Lady Jeyne herself.

Aerion wasted no time in stating what he wanted, and an immediate vision of panic washed over the young lady’s features.

“My Prince, I, I, I cannot. My family would never forgive me.” She clasped the pendant in her fingers.

Aerion gritted his teeth. “My wife will never forgive me.” He stated matter of factly, as though that would change anything.

Abruptly, the lady opened her mouth once more. “Do not tell my father I told you this, I beg of you, but-“ she paused.

“Continue.” The prince demanded.

“There is another, an exact copy of this one, kept by a family in Braavos. I am sure that they would sell it for a sum.”

That was all he needed, barely responding before crashing out of the room, a new found feeling of hope coaxing him forwards. Yet, as he approached the door, he had a thought. A thought that made his eyes widen, and caused him to stop completely.

“The princess would not stand for another lady wearing the same jewellery as her, you must leave.” He told her, half expecting her to argue it. She did not though, she simply agreed that she would travel back to the Vale before the duplicate would arrive.

And so Aerion spent the following evening and day in its entirety writing letters back and forth, bargaining. The final agreed settled price was one that he would try to erase from his memory entirely, and one that he would never dare to reveal to his father.

Finally, the necklace arrived, and as Aerion sat there watching the gems glow in the beaming light of the sun, he could not help but smile at the anticipated reward that you would give him that evening. He had missed you so much that his skin began to itch, and he craved the feeling of your mouth completely. The very idea of you underneath him made his mouth salivate.

You had been sulking in the library, mindlessly scanning the words on a book that you did not remember the name of, when you were summoned.

“Your husband wishes to see you.”

“It better be worth my time.” You told the man, who simply nodded, and extended a hand in front of him, signalling you to walk.

As you entered the hall, you found Aerion sat on a chair proudly, his shoulders back, a smirk on his handsome face, and a large box sat firmly on his lap. You fought the corners of your mouth, anticipating what lay under the cover.

“My Princess.” He said happily. He could not wait a moment longer before using both of his hands to carefully undo the fastening. He turned the box so that it faced you, and undid the lid slowly, revealing the beautiful jewel that sat inside.

You let out a sigh of relief, imagining the way that it would feel around your neck. Clapping your hands together joyfully, you danced towards him elegantly.

“Aerion, you did it!”

Truthfully, you had not actually expected him to successfully get the necklace, and had began to accept it- slowly but surely.

But, yet again, he had found a way to grant you what your heart desired.

“Shall I put it on you?” He asked, his smirk still sat stubbornly on his lips. His brow furrowed slightly when you shook your head.

“Not yet.” You turned your head towards the guards in the room. “Out.”

Aerion stay sat in the chair, and you planned to join him.

Now in front of him, you bent down and placed a gentle, lingering kiss on his lips. Using both hands, you equally as gently took the box off of his lap and placed it on the floor below, before straddling his thighs.

He sighed in pleasure at the feeling of you on top of him, his nose now trapped in the crevice of your neck. He took a breath inwards, the musky and sweet scent of your perfume filling his nostrils.

Using a hand, you held his chiseled jaw, and attached your lips to his once again. This time, much hungrier, your way of thanking him for his impeccable service.

As your tongues danced around each others, your hips naturally could not help but to grind onto his own, as you felt him grow harder beneath you. He groaned against your lips at the feeling, and wished that it would never end.

Yet it did.

Abruptly, you stood up, causing his eyes to snap open in detest. He relaxed again when you commanded that he remove his breeches. Hastily, he did as he was told, the complete hardness of him now springing free and bouncing off of his own stomach.

Sinking onto your knees, you looked up at him once more, and he nearly undone at the simple sight of you. A perfect depiction of beauty.

His eyes closed when he felt the wetness of your mouth around his cock, an embarrassing whimper escaping him at the feeling.

You were so talented with your mouth, in so many ways, and he thought of all of them as your tongue held him prisoner.

It did not take him long to come undone completely, and you happily swallowed it all. Standing up again, you wiped your mouth, your hands then immediately finding the hem of your dress, and hoisting it up so that you can straddle him once again.

Your sweet moans filled the room as you sank down onto him, the rhythm of both of your bodies meeting as one, like puzzle pieces fitting together perfectly.