Brutal Love

Aegon was born two moons after his sisters first nameday and he was already a mischievous little boy. Maekar had made many a comments about him being the last. You weren’t so convinced. Your husband said you both had been spoiled with Aemon and Daella and he’d forgotten how difficult babes could be. He wasn’t difficult, he was just spirited, and you thought that it suited him considering everybody had taken to calling him by quite the humorous nickname. Egg. Daeron and Aerion had started to use it as a playful taunt, he was the only one of the child born without a spec of hair on his head. You, and all of your fresh motherly emotions had been throughly upset by this taunting. Cuddling the boy close to you in bed and admitting to Maekar through your exhausted tears that your newborn babe was being bullied by his own brothers before he could even sit up on his own. Maekar had taken your hand, eased it over Aegon’s big round head and kissed your temple as he admitted to you, that your son did indeed look remarkably like an egg! Everybody, including you, took to using the nickname after that.

You turned your chin up slightly to feel the sun on your face, it felt warmer then it had a bit ago, either time was moving quicker than you had realized or the sun had been perpetually behind a cloud all morning. You wanted Daeron and Aerion to join you once their lessons in the training yard were done. If it was midday already then they should long be done and your oldest boys should be with you picking at tarts and little cheese sandwiches for the rest of the afternoon in the garden. Maekar had even said he would join after handling some additional tasks in the training yard.

“aemon, is the sun in the middle of the sky?” You asked working your way up to your feet, shifting egg to your hip and smiling when you felt the weight of Daellas hands pulling at your skirt.

“Um, yes just about.” He informed you and then his nose was back in his book.

“they’ll not get out of this-“ you grumble to yourself, the older two were at those particular ages when they felt too mature to play in the gardens with their mother and siblings. But you knew any boys who found the name egg as hilarious as they did were very much still little boys themselves. You wanted this time with them. “Stay here on the blanket with your brother.” You untangle your daughter’s hands from your skirt and position her closer to where you knew Aemon was. “Watch her.” You instructed before taking a few steps on the path.

There had been stone paths that were put in around most of the gardens and yards of Summerhall. Physical directions for you to follow and adhere to. It was ways to leave the keep, set out in the direction of the stables and just ensure your footing stayed on the stones. It worked well, normally, so long as the stones did not get shifted about.

Today, of course, the stones had shifted.

A full hour had not even come to pass before the staff of the hall realized something was amiss when Aemon came inside half dragging Daella in his hold.

“Lady Targaryen is not in the garden.” A maid informed maekar rushing through the hall, she did not even stop to properly greet him or field his questions because she was headed to the garden to look herself

“Ser Farland accompanied her this morning to the yards. He is still stood within the gardens gates.” That was the rule. It was Maekar’s rule, one that he did not think you knew about. A guard remained somewhere near, lingering whenever you were outside of the keeps walls.

“My prince,” the woman stopped, her face softened to an apologetic look. “Your lady wife knows of Ser Farland.” Maekar’s jaw tensed and he was standing suddenly only half of his armor off from training.

“excuse me?” He blinked and his eyebrow cocks. “My wife knows of this and you all know she is aware and I have not been informed?!” He barked.

The maid opened her mouth, closed it and when Maekar stormed closer she swallowed down her fear. “Forgive me, the lady forbid us from informing you.”

“Fucks sake!” He snapped and moved from the room with haste heading towards the gardens.

“you-“ he points to the knight who stood just inside the hall with Aemon and Daella. A nurse maid now held the upset little girl and was soothingly running her fingers through the young intelligent boys hair. “You left your post?!” He slammed the white cloak against the stone wall, despite the man being inches taller than him. Nobody in this keep was as strong as the anvil and that gap grew larger when he was enraged… even larger when he was fearful.

“the lady bid me to leave her be-“ he explained groaning when his head was knocked back against the wall. “My prince please-“

“Mother doesn’t like to be watched.” Aemon piped up, hesitantly looking up at his father. “She always tells the guards and maids to leave us be.” He explained and the knight nodded quickly, greatful that this little prince was vouching for him.

“Y-your lady wife can be quite insistent m’prince.” The man sputtered out.

He knew that was true, he knew it in his bones.

Maekar gripped the man’s jaw making him look at him. “You wear a white cloak yet are bending to the wills of a woman?!” It wasn’t that he thought your words should not be followed it was just that he’d arranged this secrecy so you would remain safe and not feel like a child being looked after. “Bloody fucking useless.” He released the man tearing out the doors and down the steps to the garden. “I want men out along the perimeter!” He demanded not even looking to over his shoulder.

You had no idea how long you’d been wandering around, for at least half the time you had convinced yourself you weren’t lost, that the path from the garden to the training yard was just longer than you had recalled. But when you ran into a thick tree and could feel the grass starting to grow taller you knew that you were lost and far beyond the gardens and stables and the training yard.

“shhh, shh.” You comfort Egg rubbing the back of his head and keeping him close to your chest, “I’ll find our way back.” You promise him.

After a while longer of walking, and feeling your feet sink into the ground a bit you decided that walking seemed ill advised. You could just be making yourself more lost. So you backtracked the way you came and stayed under the trees shade. Humming to egg to manage you anxiety, until you heard a noise, panting, and heavy thuds of feet.

“hello?!” You called, startled when a hand grabed your head. “Let go of me!” You bark twisting away shielding egg.

“you will make my heart give out.” Maekar’s arm wrapped around you from behind and he pulled you back into his frame. You instantly calmed. Turned to him at once and let go of egg with one hand to feel the side of your husbands face.

“Thank the gods…” you exhale and then the tears begin at once.

“I’ve half a mind to paddle your arse. All this insolence fussing at the maids and guards? You could truly not have just forgotten they were there!?” He kissed your temple. “Let me keep you safe. Gods sake, don’t fight me on it anymore.!” He sighed, the worry clear in his voice. He was scared, scared enough to put those safety nets in place and he became terrified know that even those had not been enough!

You were a mess of tears and shaking hands and struggled breaths. This had been the most scared you ever were. Lost, wandering, you infant on your hip and two of your children abandoned in the gardens. “Daella? She was will aemon-are they okay?” You hiccuped “gods forgive me…forgive me Maekar.” Anything could have happened to you or to them. You cared not for his panicked scolding you just needed reassurance that all was alright.

“Breathe. They are both alright, unharmed.” He instructed but you just continued to ramble on. Mind racing.

“I’m not fit t-to be a mother. I cannot do this. I can’t even look after myself. Gods I’m a bloody fool!” You sob. Things had been going so well, you’d managed expertly but something like this was bound to eventually happen. You just had not anticipated it being this terrifying! “I-I, fucks sake,” you sniffled hard. “I was wrong-I can’t do this. Your right,” you whisper, jaw shaking “no more babes, I can hardly mother the ones we have.” He was appalled. He had never seen you so worked up, so self doubting. His hand cooled the heat of your swollen under-eye and he shook his head.

“no.” You were a good mother, a loving mother, and you had done well with Daella and Egg despite your limitation. He hated that his hesitation to grow the family large was now being used in your campaign against yourself!

“I’m useless-“

“none of that,” it came out harsh. Which wasn’t all that odd, he wasn’t a man who cooed often unless it was at the newest babe snuggled into your breast. The only time he’d truly been that gentle with you was the day you wed and he’d so gently taken your maidenhead, and while you’d been sick with the blinding fever. He hadn’t intended for his words right now to come out so brash.

“Shh,” his thumb wiped under your eye, getting rid of the tears. “There is no need to spiral my love.” He assured you, gentler this time. “I’ll not hear any of that nonsense, incompetence and inability are two words that have no place in anybody’s mouth when it comes to you.” He took egg from your hip, cradling the bald boy in the crook of his elbow and Maekar smushed you into his shoulder with his other hand. “Least of all should it come from your own lips.” He warned pressing a firm kiss to the back of your head.

“but what if I’d wandered further? Egg is just a b-babe he cannot be out here overnight.” You were worked up, all your anxiety finally coming to the surface now that you felt safe. Now that you did not feel like you needed to focus on practical things.

“I’d of found you.” He pushed your hair down your back. “Or do you doubt me now too?” His brow raised looking down at you and you shook your head against his chest.

“N-no I-“ you wiped your jaw because some tears dripped over the edge of it. “I’m just scared.” You whisper, your other hand still gripping to his vest. Not daring to let go.

“There’s no reason for that anymore, you are well, our son is grand, and you’ve raised a smart enough boy that he took Daella in and alerted a guard when you’d been gone a while.” Maekar pulled you back in and his hand dropped from your head and scooped up under your bum lifting you up and you instantly wrapped your legs around his side.

“Maekar-“ you objected, though your face was already nuzzling into his neck face hidden by his skin and beard and your arms looped around his neck. “I should walk, what will people think?”

“they’ll think whatever i desire them to.” He said plainly as he began to walk about towards the hall, you in one arm and Aegon in the other.

“don’t ever scare me like that again-” He whispered to you and pressed another tender kiss to your temple before you were back in the gardens. “Now I think I was promised a picnic with my family.” He hummed gently settling you down and you felt egg be deposited into your lap.

“yes, I do think something like that was promised.” You sniffled and kissed eggs head.

“stay here, breathe, I’ll go fetch the rest of our brood.”

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“plum?!” He called and when he circled a pillar your heart ached for him and you quickly moved in pursue of him.

“My prince,” if he had been less in his cups his hands probably would have successfully grabbed ahold of you, but his coordination was always a bit altered by this time of night. “Daeron, your promised your father discretion.” You reminded him and you could not help but smile when he remembered himself and squared his shoulders performativly!

“yes…yes-“ he glanced back at his father who had a deeply disappointed and rather ticked scowl on his face. You were suppose to limit these humiliating ordeals Daeron found himself in so often. He was found far too often in a brothel, so drunk that they couldn’t get him out and then guards would get involved and then everybody nobles and small folk would spread gossip of him. Gossip that often had some truth and many embellishments. “Can we take a stroll my lady?”

You could enter the keep, enter the princes chamber and keep his needs met. Safely at home with discretion which was the most important piece of it for his father.

“I would very much enjoy that.” You held out your arm politely and he took it as a prince should, though you did most of the guiding as you two made it out of the lively room and into the much cool, and calmer hall.

“I could not wait plum.” His hand let go of your arm and he instantly sunk his fingers into your meaty hip giving your side a squeeze.

“you can never wait Daeron, patients is not one of your virtues.” You scold and stop the walking when you both are in a more secluded spot. “Why must you make things more difficult for yourself?” You push his hair back and sigh. “Could you not of waited another hour?”

“I need not wait for you. You’re my plum.” He caged you in against the wall some, glossy lips wet from licking them as he took your image in: “aren’t you?” His head cocked to the side and his lips kissed over your soft neck, breathing in the sweet perfumed oils you spread there.

“mm,” you nod as your head leans back until it’s rested against the cool bricks. “I don’t want people to comment on you.”

“What does it matter to them who I lay with?”

“You are a prince.” You remind him, though your restrain was faltering the more he devoured your neck.

“and you are my plum…” his hand tilted your chin up so be could kiss your lips. You melted against him more then. Unable to deny yourself of this attention, of his lips on yours and the hunger he had as he licked into your mouth. He kissed like a staved man.

“I’m yours,” you reiterate. He liked hearing you say that. Liked feeling like you picked him as much as he picked you. It wasn’t pretend anymore. Now you did, now you craved him, you loved him, you worried for him! “Wait…” you moaned when his hand shifted up your frame to squeeze roughly at your breasts. “We should go to your rooms.”

“can’t,” he pushed his hips against you letting you feel how hard he was. “Plum I need you now.” His voice was deep and shredded with desperation.

You looked down the hall in both directions, unable to see much because you were both stuffed into an enclave.

You breathed, heavily and leaned back against the stone wall looking up at him through needy eyes.

“I can be quick-so quick for you plum.” You got smushed against the wall a bit as he kissed your lips once more. Your hands looping over his shoulders and holding to the back of his neck as one of your legs lifted up against his calf and then he helped settle your bottom onto the window seal.

“careful of the glass-“ you breathed out as he rushed to pushed back the layers of your skirt and get his trousers unlaced. He did not even fully pull them down, just dragged his cock out, poor stones still trapped in the layers.

You weren’t wearing small clothes…you hardly did when you planned to see him. He liked ti be burried in you almost the entire time you were together, half the time just for closeness and not for actual sexual gratification. He just wanted you there, unable to pull away much at all.

“Nothing will hurt you…I’m-l-“ his voice cut out when his tip pushed between your lower lips and your warm wet entrance gladly pulling him into you “fucks sake.” He exhaled with a shakey tone and his nose pressed into your jaw just trying to get used to you.

“Mmm…slow-s-slow my love.” You whispered in his ear, hands lost in his hair and gently pulling him in closer with your legs as they wrapped around his midsection. He had a tendency to get a bit too excited.

“so warm….so…” he gripped at your hips and his own rocked against you, cock already twitching frantically as he got close. “So perfect plum. My perfect plum.” He slurred drunkly against you and his face ducked down to hide against the exposed section of your bosom. He couldn’t help it, he was going to come prematurely, you just-gods he felt you were made for him. Everything about you felt specific and catered to what he needed to let go.

So he did. His seed warming you from the inside out as he grunted lazily against your chest. Long fingers trembling against you until he regained some blood to parts of his body that weren’t his cock.

“good boy,” you whispered pulling his head up from your chest to kiss him. “Can you pull out of me now Daeron?” You hummed in his ear. “So we can go lay down and you can clean me up properly?” He nods and shamefully pulls himself out of you, fixing your skirts before he worried about stuffing his prick away.

“I don’t want to use a towel…” he admitted letting you lead him down the hall now.

“I know,” you squeezed his fingers and smirked at the man. “You can use your tongue again…it feels good when you clean me up that way.”

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