fraise

Your work at Cap’n Clark’s Ottoman Empire wasn’t the most exciting work. Customers weren't exactly rushing in, so everything was pretty calm and you spent more time studying to pass the time than actually doing your job as an employee. Well, it's not like you're complaining about earning a little money without putting in much effort.

Well, sometimes it got so boring that you'd end up doing sellers roleplay with Bobby when Clark was in his office. It was better than staring at the ceiling or calculating the price you would pay if you bought all the furniture available for purchase.

But the routine was broken when your boss asked you for help with something that required a camera. Two paid extra hours? You wouldn't say no. But the visible panic on Clark's face didn't really reassure you. Bobby didn't seem particularly worried, while you were asking yourself a thousand questions.

“We could just refuse,” you said, looking at Bobby. “Seriously! You borrowed the camera so I could film my project, and now we’re going to end up filming who knows what for Clark.”

“Well… it’s kind of my job to film who knows what for Clark.”

“I know,” you grumbled. “But still! I don’t have a good feeling about this.”

Bobby shrugged, making you let out a long, loud sigh.

“Think about it, Bobby! We’re going to do some research, but he doesn’t even specify what kind of research!”

Bobby approached you just to place a lazy kiss on your lips.

“Listen, baby. It’s simple. We film what he wants me to film and then we go home. We'll watch that movie you really wanted to watch because the rental price for that VHS was way too high for what this movie is. Keeping it this long will bankrupt me.”

You rolled your eyes, shaking your head and hitting his arm.

“Don’t worry. We’ll film your project,” he insisted. “Well, mine first. Because I originally borrowed the camera for myself, and you seized the opportunity for your own project.”

“Shut up.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he said, grabbing the camera.

Despite your hesitation, you accompanied your boyfriend to the shop, joining Clark for his curious research. He hadn't wanted to tell you more, so being in the basement of the shop, where blue tape had been put on the wall, made you panic even more.

But if just listening to Clark and his words seemed crazy to you, seeing him walk through a wall as if it were normal didn't improve the situation. And why does Bobby think it's a good idea to follow him?

“Oh, I should have listened to my mother… Why did I choose Bobby?” you murmured to yourself, staring at the wall.

After several words of encouragement, you closed your eyes as you passed through the wall. You were almost certain that your head started spinning as you looked around at where you were. a semblance of office rooms, with furniture in disarray, similar to that sold in the shop.

“Oh, this isn’t right. We shouldn’t be here,” you said, ready to leave, but Bobby stopped you.

“It’s okay, it’ll be fine.”

You sighed, eventually staying. You inwardly hoped that it was all just a dream, or perhaps a nightmare depending on the point of view, and that you would soon wake up.

Clark kept saying that you were there to do research, and that just made you even more tense than before. And when Clark decided to tie Bobby up to rappel him down a tunnel and film its contents, you wanted to rip him apart right there.

“Am I imagining things or do you want to use my boyfriend as fucking bait?” you asked angrily.

“Baby, I have the camera and I’m a professional at this. It’s for… research.”

“I don’t give a damn about his stupid research. I’m not sending you into unknown territory just to film what’s happening at the bottom of some shitty tunnel.”

“He just has to tell us if anything is wrong and we’ll pull him up,” Clark told you, tying the knot to secure the rope around Bobby.

You watched Bobby approach the tunnel entrance on the steep descent, the rope in your hands and Clark's.

“You’d better come back in one piece. Don’t forget I said yes,” you tell Bobby, a terrified expression on your face.

“Have I already proposed to you?” Bobby asked, ready to go down the tunnel.

“What do you mean ‘already’? I was talking about the roleplay you suggested to me yesterday!”

“Oh…”

Bobby then plunged into the hole, making you roll your eyes. Your tension was at its highest point as you prayed for Bobby to return as soon as possible. Every time he asked for more slack in the rope, you cursed him inwardly.

“Come back, Bobby!” you exclaimed.

Bobby didn't answer, busy observing something. And then suddenly, he began to panic, begging you to pull him back up.

“Hurry up!” you yelled at Clark as you pulled on the rope to help your boyfriend get back safe and sound.

And soon, Bobby was back. You rushed into his arms, taking a deep breath. It was the first time you were happy to smell his strange scent, a mixture of strong cologne and weed. You could hear his heart pounding as he tried desperately to untie the knot.

But the tense calm quickly disappeared as Bobby was pulled back by the thing he had seen down below. He clung desperately to you, just as you cling desperately to him. Clark tried, amid your ear-splitting screams, to untie the knot.

“It’s your fucking knot, Clark! Do something about it!” you shouted.

And when Bobby was pulled back into the tunnel, you started to cry, immediately joining him without hesitation.

“Wait!” Clark exclaimed, watching you slide.

Your breathing came in ragged gasps as you slid down the tunnel. You groaned in pain at your nasty fall, feeling your ankle twist. Another cry escaped you when you saw a deformed creature eerily resembling Clark holding your boyfriend. Bobby screamed in turn, as the creature sank its teeth into his arm, blood spurting and running onto the ground.

“Get away from him!” you shouted.

You pulled a pocketknife from your sock and desperately stabbed the creature in the back, causing him to release Bobby. He then turned towards you, bending down slightly, which allowed you to plant your knife again, but this time in his shoulder.

As the creature cried out in pain, you quickly cut Bobby's rope. You lifted him with difficulty, before taking him by the hand to make you both run.

“Since when do you carry a knife in your socks?” he asked with difficulty.

“Since I’m a woman. Now, hurry up!”

Bobby with his free hand on his wound, you limping, you do your best to escape, passing through rooms and doors without thinking. Your heart was pounding as hard as Bobby's, your ears were ringing. Every little noise seemed suspicious, if they were even real noises you weren't imagining.

“Ha… this way…” said Bobby, pointing to a tunnel with a less steep slope than the first one.

You head towards the tunnel indicated by Bobby. You helped him climb first, which he managed with difficulty, then he helped you do the same. He held out his hand to you, which you immediately took. You groaned as you put pressure on your injured ankle to climb, Bobby's blood dripping onto your forehead.

But eventually, you both manage to climb up and, with that, be safe. Well, safe enough not to be attacked by the creature. No one knew what other danger lurked in that cursed place.

“Let me heal you…” you said, your voice trembling.

You tore off a piece of your t-shirt and then wrapped it around Bobby's arm, making a sort of tourniquet. Bobby wasn't really there, his eyes were glazed over and his mouth was slightly open. He was trying to calm himself, even though he wasn't panicking out loud. And, just as you finished the makeshift tourniquet, you felt him fall to the ground.

“Bobby!”

Yet, he wasn't collapsing from exhaustion as you thought. His hands gripped your hips, his breathing quickened, and suddenly, he pulled up your skirt. You gasped, your hand sliding into his hair.

“What are you doing?” you asked, surprised.

“I just… just… need to be sure that this is real, that I’m really alive, or I’m going to lose my mind!”

You barely had time to say much before your panties were pulled to the side and his tongue was on your clitoris. You gasped again, but this time with pleasure.

You wanted to say that it wasn't the right time, that it was risky to do such a thing when you weren't sure what danger was lurking around you. But the movements of his tongue made you forget all notions of survival instinct.

With his head properly tucked under your skirt, you let go of his hair as he held your hips as if you were his anchor. You felt his hot, rapid breath against the wetness of your pussy, his tongue now moving all along your slit, occasionally lingering on your clitoris.

Your eyes closed as you tried to stand on your feet, which wasn't easy when part of one of your legs was no longer really in good condition. You held back your moans as much as possible, not wanting to alert any other creatures that might be coming your way, or even the weird Clark that had previously attacked Bobby.

“Shit!” you moaned softly, pushing your hips towards his face when you felt him suck on your clitoris.

You could hear Bobby moaning and panting like a starving man. His tongue eventually slipped into your hole, moving back and forth. You staggered slightly, thankfully held firmly by Bobby's grip on your hips. Emotions mixing fear and excitement hit you before you reached orgasm.

Bobby carefully licked up every trace of juice, closing his eyes and sighing as if he had just received the best drug possible. After a few seconds, he removed his head from your skirt and slowly got back on his feet.

He took your face in his hands, before kissing you as if his life depended on it, which you did in return without caring that you were tasting yourself. Your heart beat in rhythm with his, becoming one in that moment of intense stress.

After a moment of reassurance that you were indeed alive, Bobby ended the kiss. Instead, he rested his forehead against yours, the blood that you had received on your forehead then spreading onto his. But again, it was something neither of you cared about.

“Everything’s fine,” you murmured, taking him in your arms.

Bobby nodded, vaguely reassured now. And after a moment of just holding each other, you stepped back.

“Come on, we can’t stay here,” you said tenderly.

Love was not an easy thing, and marriages were even less so. After all, many marriages were not born of love but of a necessary alliance between two families, sometimes even necessary for the country.

Often, people didn't question the reason for two people's marriage. It was always clear whether the couple loved each other or if only duty mattered. But as for Stan and you… nobody really knew what to think. Some were sure that you were just an arranged marriage, and others that it was a marriage of a very strange love. Perhaps you were truly a pure contradiction to each other, where Stan could make a field of sunflowers bloom, while you were a melancholic lullaby.

The stories said it was a marriage full of real feelings, and that you were just an odd couple. Stan liked to say that he had no problem seducing you, although it was information that no one wanted to believe. Many Lords had tried, but none had succeeded. So how could Stan have seduced you in the blink of an eye?

And surprisingly, he wasn't lying! The memories were more impressive in his head than in yours, though. You remembered how ridiculously confident he was. He'd overdone it, like the other Lords, but something about Stan made it endearing.

You had to be at the wedding to see that even you could be as soft as a marshmallow in the sun. Jumping into Stan's arms, really? Not that he had complained, the night that followed had been fascinating.

Despite the discussions some people may have when they first meet the couple, Stan loved going out with his wife. Can you imagine how cool it is to say that you are his wife?

Stan liked having your attention, even if that attention was just a light caress in his hair. It meant you acknowledged his presence. For example, today, on this magnificent and sunny afternoon, you absolutely had to write to the King. But no way! He didn't know what you had to say to the King, but he knew that his dramatic story with the local peasant girl was far more important!

“Wait, I’ll be done soon…” you grumbled.

“Of course.”

He then dragged a chair, making you look up for a moment, before sitting down. He rested his elbows on your desk, then placed his chin in the palm of his hands. And without saying a word, he observed you without looking away once.

“What are you doing?” you finally asked, sounding somewhat annoyed.

“I’m waiting,” he replied with a smile.

“Well, don’t wait like that! You’re distracting me!”

“Oh, really?” he asked in a smooth voice, leaning forward slightly, his eyebrows raised.

You sighed and patted his head, making him content for at least five minutes. Well, just long enough for you to finish writing your letter and seal it.

“Finally! I think it’s time to go for a walk in the gardens!” he said, getting up. “I’ll bring the sweets!” he added, murmuring like a child plotting something mischievous.

“It’s hot outside…” you sighed. “Wouldn’t you rather lie down in bed?”

“It depends,” he replied after a silence. “Hmm… something tells me you just want to talk… let’s go to the gardens instead!” he concluded, leaving the office.

“Stanley!”

You sighed as you left with the mail in your hands, then entrusted it to the knight to take to the aviary.

“Don’t make me run!” you exclaimed when you saw him further down the corridor.

Stan turned around and stopped, waiting patiently for you. When you finally reached him, he took your hand and kissed it tenderly.

“Go, darling. I’ll be right there with you!” he said before walking off quickly.

You watched him walk away before shaking your head, whether in despair or affection, it wasn't clear. You walked towards the garden, finally sitting down on one of the benches. You were quite enjoying the calm of the birdsong, the smell of the flowers. And… the brioche?

“Let’s share,” he said, sitting down next to you. “I got us a blueberry brioche!”

“I’m allergic…”

“I know, that’s why I got blueberry brioches without blueberries…” he said tenderly, a genuinely proud look on his face.

“So… just brioche?” you pointed out, blasé.

“Shhh…” Stan murmured, slowly bringing the brioche to your mouth.

“Idiot,” you said, taking the brioche from his hands.

“Now those are some teeth,” he said, before winking. “What a lioness!” he added with a little roar.

You rolled your eyes as you nibbled on the blueberry brioche without blueberries that Stan refused to simply call brioche, feeling his insistent gaze on you again.

“Can you stop staring at me every time you want me to look at you?” you sighed, turning your head toward him.

“Why would I stop? It works every time!”

As you nibbled on that fabulous brioche, Stan took the time to tell you his story and his argument with a peasant girl he'd met that morning. Honestly! How dare this simple girl say that he was preventing the plants he was passing from getting sun?

“Don’t you find that unacceptable?” he asked you.

“Well… you were preventing her plants from growing, in a way…”

Stan let out a gasp of shock, pulling back his face, which wore an outraged expression. But he quickly shook his head, always forgiving you very easily.

“Darling… let’s think about escaping tonight… the nights are long and warm… the setting sun offers a beautiful spectacle,” he finally said, giving you a smile.

“Mh… all right.”

Stan had a delighted expression on his face, looking like he was bouncing with excitement at the thought of spending the night under the stars with you tonight.

So it was that very evening on a high hill, towards which you had traveled on a single horse because you look magnificent when you ride behind it, according to Stan. You still suspect that he only likes it because you're holding his abs in the process.

It was a pleasant time you spent there on that hill, lying in the grass side by side watching the magnificent sunset. It was silent, as you moved closer to him until your head was on his shoulder, his hand then playing with your hair.

“What a magnificent view…” you finally broke the silence.

“Yes… breathtaking,” he confirmed, his eyes now fixed on you.

Your hand rested on his stomach, which you patted lightly.

“Stop staring at me… I don’t need to look at you to enjoy the moments we spend together…”

“Wow… now I… I feel terribly ugly compared to this sunset,” he said, looking away.

Hearing the sad tone in his voice, you rolled your eyes. You were sure he was exaggerating.

“Come on, don’t pretend.”

“No, I… I’m really affected negatively.”

You then began to look at him, even doubting him for a few seconds. He wasn’t really sad about it, was he? Before you could think, a smile appeared on his face again as he pulled you over him. His lips blew raspberries against your neck, making you first groan and then snicker.

“Stop!” you sneered, and then he pushed you away. “You are magnificent too. I don’t need to look at you every second of my life to know that,” you continued before tenderly kissing his lips.

Jacaerys had repeatedly told his mother that she was embarking on risky decisions, that a trap was obviously being set for her. Never in his life would he trust Alicent, someone who managed to put Aegon on the throne that was not rightfully his.

So when news broke that a war was being waged at the Gullet, Jacaerys' decision was clear: he would be the one to end the battle, even if it meant blocking his mother's attempts to join him.

With that, he had suggested to Baela that she follow him into this battle on the back of their dragons. She really didn't like the idea of leaving without thinking, but she wasn't really planning on letting Jacaerys go off on his own without thinking.

The Prince walked confidently towards the exit of the Castle. He was truly determined to prove his potential and how strong he was enough to participate in the war.

As he passed through one of the living rooms, the cooing of a baby could be heard. You were smiling, sitting on the floor with the baby who was trying to communicate with you, although all he managed to do was drool. Well, the poor thing was doing his best!

Upon entering the room, Jacaerys slowed slightly, his gaze falling on the baby sitting on your lap, with whom you were engaged in a one-sided conversation. Hearing his footsteps, you looked up at him with a slight smile. The baby, meanwhile, began to babble more happily, one hand outstretched towards his father. However, you could see that he wasn't himself.

"Where are you going?" you asked, sounding somewhat worried.

“To do my duty as heir to the throne,” he replied.

He crouches down near you and your son to kiss your lips, and then the baby's forehead while stroking his little tuft of dark hair.

“I’ll be back soon,” he said tenderly before getting up and leaving quickly.

“Jace!” you exclaimed, trying to stop him, but in vain.

You sighed, now much more worried since he wasn't giving you any explanation. You brought little Lucerys closer so that you too could kiss the top of his head, then held him close to you. He then made a sound of contentment, his small hands gripping your dress.

Right after, Baela passed by, giving you a sorry look mixed with a certain kind of concern. You immediately took the opportunity to get more information about your husband.

“Baela! Where are you two going? Jace won’t tell me anything!”

“I… I’m sorry, I have to go,” she replied, walking quickly.

You refused to accept that! Not knowing where Jacaerys was going was killing you from the inside. You loved him more than anything in the world. He was your brother, your husband, and the father of your child. You would take down anyone who hurt him.

After a moment of reflection, your solution came to you just as your handmaid entered the room.

“My lady—”

“Take care of Lucerys,” you said, getting up. “I have things to do,” you added, gently handing her the child.

The baby began to whimper, rather unhappy that his mother was now away from him. You two were happy, chatting and cuddling. So why did you have to let him go?

“Don’t worry, baby Luke. It won’t be long,” you murmured before tickling his cheek with your index finger, making him smile.

“My lady! Your delivery was only a few moons ago, isn’t it unwise to leave?” she asked, following you, the baby in her arms distracted by her hair.

“Aren’t those my husband’s words?”

“Well… is he wrong? Prince Aemond wants you as his wife, doesn’t he?” she hesitated.

“Come on! Aemond is a grown man. I’m sure he’s moved on from his imaginary marriage to me,” you say, shaking your hand to brush off the subject. “I am married to Jacaerys, and I am loyal to him in every way. If Aemond approaches me, I will make him back down.”

The handmaid sighed as she saw you enter your chambers. She looked at the baby in her arms, who smiled as he grabbed a strand of her hair to play with.

“Your parents are real daredevils!”

After changing your clothes, swapping your dress for pants and a shirt to ride your dragon more easily, you hurried out of the castle and joined your dragon. Now you had to find where Jacaerys and Baela were.

Flying high with your dragon, you looked around, hoping to find a trace of your husband. But quickly, you noticed smoke in the distance. You ordered your dragon to fly in that direction, your heart beginning to pound.

It wasn't long before you saw the naval battle taking place there, as well as the dragons flying in the sky. You squinted, first recognizing Moondancer and then, further away, Vermax. You were relieved, but it only lasted a short moment. A third dragon, which you didn't recognize, was rushing towards you. Before you could even give an order, your dragon cried, avoiding the animal. When the unknown dragon passed within inches of you, you saw her: Rhaena. How long had she had a dragon?

Things were not going well. Enemy ships were attacking allied ships, as well as Jacaerys and Baela. But most importantly, the dragon that Rhaena was riding was also attacking the allies, Jacaerys and Baela. Your heart sank before you ordered your dragon to quickly catch up with Jacaerys.

Your dragon was large and strong, his wings even sometimes creating a few gusts of wind. So it was with ease that you first caught up with Rhaena, flying alongside her and overlooking her and her dragon.

“Rhaena! Stop your dragon!” you exclaimed, but she couldn’t hear you. “Rhaena!” you screamed.

A brief glance was exchanged, in which you could see the panic on her face. You gritted your teeth before resuming your flight back to your husband. You had a small jolt when your dragon narrowly avoided a bite from the other dragon. He cried louder, turning his head and opening his mouth, ready to spit his fire.

“Daor! Baelagon Jacaerys!” you commanded your dragon, obviously preferring to save Jacaerys rather than fight Rhaena, who probably had no idea how to control her dragon.

Your dragon cried once more before flying towards the Prince, your eyes fixed on him and Vermax. Your heart seemed to stop beating when Vermax was hit, rapidly losing altitude.

“Jacaerys!” you cried when you saw him follow his dragon into the water. “Aderī!” you urged your dragon on.

And as Jacaerys emerged from the surface with great difficulty, you saw an arrow land in his back. Your jaw clenched, your heart pounding faster than ever in your chest. You were quickly closer, your anger rising as an arrow landed in his chest.

Ordering your dragon to fly lower, you approached Jacaerys more closely so you could grab him by one arm and take him with you. You groaned as you felt an arrow hit your leg, an arrow that had also partially touched Jacaerys' neck, forming a huge wound. Your dragon sensed your anger and then breathed his fire on the ship containing the enemies responsible.

After your dragon had spat his anger at the boat for daring to hurt his rider, he flew further away, returning towards Dragonstone. Properly positioning Jacaerys in front of you, you were breathing a little harder due to the pain from the arrow in your leg, as well as the worry you felt for your husband, who remained barely conscious.

“Humph… you’re here? What a stubborn girl…” he grumbled, looking at you with half-open eyes.

“You’re the one saying that!” you said, chuckling nervously, pressing a hand on his neck to stop the bleeding. “Don’t talk too much, save your energy instead of saying stupid things.”

Your whole body was tense, terrified that something might happen to Jacaerys. Your dragon seemed not to be flying fast enough, much to your dismay.

As Dragonstone came within range, you noticed Jacaerys's eyes were closed. You tapped his face with your free hand, hoping to wake him, but it didn't work.

“You’d better not die or I’ll find a witch to bring you back to life and kill you with my own hands!”

Soon, your dragon landed at the entrance of the castle. You dismounted the dragon, Jacaerys in your arms, with the help of your dragon. Staggering because of the arrow still lodged in your leg, you advanced, dragging your husband with you.

The path to finding the maester wasn't easy on your own. You were nearly falling to the ground because of your own injury and the weight of Jacaerys. Thankfully, the weight was taken from you when Baela appeared and helped you hold him.

Finally, you arrived in the maester's office, who immediately panicked, not knowing where to look at.

“What are you waiting for?” you exclaimed, laying Jacaerys on the bed with Baela’s help.

“Princess, your leg-”

“Who cares about my leg! Treat him first! Can’t you see he’s bleeding profusely?” you snapped, sitting down on a nearby chair.

“Y-yes, my lady,” murmured the maester before tending to Jacaerys.

Baela approached you and crouched down, taking your hand in hers as you sighed. She offered you a smile that was meant to be reassuring, caressing the back of your hand with her thumb.

“I want to be alone, please…” you whispered to Baela.

“I’ll come back to see you soon,” she said before getting up to leave, giving you one last look.

Your eyes were only watching the maester tending to Jacaerys' wounds, almost forgetting that you yourself were injured. When he had finished with Jacaerys, the maester passed to you. You barely noticed the pain when he removed the arrow, far too focused on your husband's unconscious body.

You stayed by his side day and night, whether in the maester's office or in your chambers when he was moved there. Baela would come from time to time, trying to get you to eat at least a few crumbs. Sometimes it was Rhaenyra who came, offering you a comfort that only a mother could give.

“The maester told me he should survive,” she said tenderly, sitting down beside you.

“Should…” you repeat. “He didn’t say he will survive, only should… it’s uncertain…”

Rhaenyra didn't comment, instead simply putting an arm around your shoulders and pulling you towards her. You immediately took refuge in his arms, just as you did as a child after a nightmare.

“I don’t want to lose him, Mother…”

Soon, sobs shook your shoulders. Rhaenyra closed her eyes for a moment, taking you in her arms. She placed a kiss on the top of your head, her hand caressing your back.

“If I had been quicker…”

“Shh… it’s not your fault,” she murmured softly.

You sobbed a little more, before nodding your head, stepping back slightly from your mother with a certain anger on your face.

“You’re right! It’s Daemon’s fault! Why isn’t he with us, mh?” you said, continuing before even giving your mother time to reply. “No. It’s Aegon’s fault and his usurping dragon-ass face! And his siblings, and his mother! I… I’m going to…”

“Calm down.”

You sighed deeply, sniffing and rubbing your eyes to wipe away your tears. Hearing the door open, you rubbed your eyes a little more to dry your face. Then you could hear the baby crying.

“Princess! Lucerys won’t calm down! I think he’s had enough of being without you!” said your handmaid, quickly approaching you with an overwhelmed look, the little boy in her arms.

“Leave me alone with him…” you said, taking the baby in your arms.

Rhaenyra placed a kiss on your cheek, caressed your hair, then left with the handmaid, leaving you alone with your husband and your son. The baby looked curiously towards his father, before sadly whimpering and snuggling up to you.

And again, you waited, now with your son in your arms. Sometimes he lay next to Jacaerys, missing his father terribly. The maester told you it was only a matter of time and soon Jacaerys would open his eyes. Those words frustrated you terribly, and you had even argued with the maester because, in your opinion, your husband wasn't waking up quickly enough.

But patience eventually paid off. Jacaerys finally woke up. A smile immediately formed on your lips, tears of joy beginning to well up in your eyes. Lucerys seemed to sense your joy, for he babbled happily.

Jacaerys's eyes rested on you, before a smile appeared on his lips as well.

“Don’t tell me you’ve been waiting here?” he said, his voice hoarse.

“Of course I have! With Lucerys joining me!”

He wanted to shake his head, but the pain prevented him. You smiled before gently kissing his lips. Lucerys chirped with a certain childish jealousy. So you brought him closer to his father, and he promptly gave him light, affectionate pats on the face, which made Jacaerys groan. But at least Lucerys was happy!

“How could you even have survived that naval disaster?” he asked you, trying to sit up but quickly abandoning the idea.

“Well! I’m your wife, you should know me! You know I’m the best dragon rider!”

“Arguably…” he replied with a hint of teasing.

“You’re lucky you’re injured, otherwise I would have fought you!” you said with the same teasing.

Jacaerys let out a sigh that sounded like a sneer, before closing his eyes for a few moments.

“Come,” he commanded weakly.

You climbed onto the bed to snuggle against him, the baby resting carefully on his father’s chest. He snuggled up to him too, happy to be near Jacaerys again.

“I thought I was going to lose you forever…” you murmured.

“I think you’re so stubborn that I can’t die…”

“All the better.”

You remained like that for a long time, even when the maester had to change Jacaerys' bandages. Now that you were reunited as before, there was no question of you separating.

“Leave without me again, and I’ll kill you,” you warned him.

“I’ll keep that in mind…”

And for a long time, you were able to sleep next to each other, little Luke very happy to be pampered by both his parents. But what eventually caught Jacaerys's eye, cutting short this privileged moment, was the arrow covered in dried blood on the nightstand.

“What is it?”

“The arrow that nearly mortally wounded you in the neck and ended up in my leg,” you replied. “And incidentally, the one that will pierce the usurper’s heart.”

This wasn't something your small group of friends really appreciated: at work and during outings, they felt it was empty when you were absent. But still, it was something they should accept. You had to be away for a few weeks for family reasons.

But among your friends, it was with Bear that you had talked the most before you left. You had met in a cafe, drinking and snacking together until it was time for you to leave.

“How long are you going to be gone for, anyway?” he asked.

“Three weeks. It’s going to be a long time, isn’t it?”

Bear nodded vaguely, his eyes falling on the piece of apple pie on his plate. It was you who had encouraged him to order one, insisting on how delicious it was, one of the best apple pies you had ever tasted in your life.

“Don’t look so gloomy, I’ll come back and… I can send you messages,” you say, leaning slightly forward so that your eyes meet.

Bear then raised his head, allowing you to straight up. You gave him a smile, your fork thoughtfully spearing your own piece of pie.

“During these three weeks… a lot of things will happen, you’ll have plenty to tell me,” you continued. “Maybe when I come back, you’ll be Nikki’s boyfriend.”

Bear remained silent as he looked at you, before shaking his head slightly. He took a large piece of his pie, his eyes never leaving you. After a moment of silence, during which you did nothing but eat, Bear decided to speak:

“You know you don’t need to make jokes about that, right?”

“What? Why not? I find it amusing!”

Bear shook his head again, his expression almost disapproving. He knew you cared for him, even after your strange relationship had ended. Whether they were a couple or friends with benefits, nothing was really certain. But in any case, the relationship had ended one day.

“You know as well as I do that it's not true…”

“But it is,” you insisted. “Anyway, it’s not that important.”

Bear scoffed and nodded, although he didn't really agree with you. Well, he still hadn't confessed anything to Nikki, so was he really in a position to judge how you dealt with your own feelings? It was wiser for him not to elaborate on the matter. You would have let him know that such a comment would be the pot calling the kettle black.

After you each paid your share, you left the cafe. You hugged Bear, who hugged you back awkwardly. As you stepped back, your hands remained on his back a little longer than necessary, just as his hands remained on the small of your back.

“I promise to write to you every day…”

“I’ll answer,” Bear assured her.

“You better, especially since I plan to stop by your place on my way back.”

“I’ll be there,” he said, nodding.

And so you parted ways, he to return home and you to leave to rejoin your family.

Things were going pretty well for you. As you said, you regularly sent messages to Bear to tell him what you were doing, but especially to find out what was happening in his little life during your absence. Although at first he always replied quickly, the replies eventually became a little more occasional. Since Bear hadn't given you any explanations, you went fishing for information. According to Sarah and Ian, it's because he started dating Nikki.

Something about knowing this made you anxious. You didn't know if it was because of jealousy or if it hurt you that he was ignoring you. Being in a relationship did not mean ignoring your friends, much less those of long standing. You were starting to think that, since he now had Nikki, he no longer had any reason to keep you close. Perhaps he was just waiting for this opportunity, to subtly get rid of you.

This had been bothering you until it was time for you to go home. On the way back, while you were stopped at a red light, you took out your phone. You hesitated for a moment before finally sending a message to all your friends to let them know you were arriving. However, Bear was the only one who didn't reply.

You were getting closer and closer, but still no response from Bear. When you were not far from his house, you pulled over to the side of the road. You contacted your other friends, asking them if they knew whether he was available or not, but it went unanswered, not even left on read. That was enough! Bear couldn't be so caught up in his relationship with Nikki! If that was the case, it was time for him to change!

> I'll be there in five minutes

>> No! Not now!

> I promised

You then restarted the car, driving quickly towards Bear's house. What could possibly prevent him from seeing you? Admittedly, it was late, but that had never been a problem before.

It didn't take long for you to arrive at Bear's house. Without even asking permission, you opened the door and entered.

“Don’t come in!”

And just as Bear told you not to, the door was open. Your throat tightened as you watched the scene unfold before you. First, Ian, on the ground, with a bullet hole in his forehead, then further on the body of who you assumed to be Sarah because of the tattoos, and finally Nikki on the sofa who, like Ian, had a bullet in her forehead and a huge wound around her eye. Your head began to spin, your breathing quickening until it became ragged. You felt nauseous, and when your gaze fell again on Sarah's seated body on a chair, her face now resembling tomato pulp, you leaned forward and started to vomit.

Bear stood up, dropping a gun from his hands, before cautiously walking towards you, avoiding the vomit that covered the floor.

“Bear?” you moaned, seeing him covered in blood.

“I told you not to come, why didn’t you listen?” he scolded you.

“Because I was worried!”

The smell of blood hit you, making you immediately leave the living room and head towards the bathroom. You were about to vomit again before you saw the light vomit filled with medication already present in the bathtub.

“Holy shit,” you grumbled before vomiting a second time, this time in the sink.

Bear joined you in the bathroom, a hesitant look on his bloodied face. He looked like a child who knew he was about to get in trouble.

“What happened?” you exclaimed in panic.

“You’re going to have to believe me… because I told Ian and he didn’t believe me and… this is what happened to him…”

“He had a bullet in his head, you had the gun in your hand. Was it you?” you asked, your voice trembling.

“No, no! Let me tell you what happened!”

You sighed as you sat down on the floor, relieved by the cold bathroom floor. He left the room quickly before returning with some kind of stick in his hands. Then, once he had it, he sat down opposite you.

“This. This is the reason for everything that happened. The One Wish Willow.”

“A fucking piece of wood. Are you kidding me?” you started getting angry at him. “Have you gone mad, Bear?”

“Wait for the rest!” he replied, shaking his head vigorously. “With this, you can make any wish you want and it will come true.”

He immediately noticed your uncertain look. It was clear you didn't really believe him.

“You must believe me, I swear I’m telling you the truth,” he insisted, his voice more pathetic than you’d ever heard from him before. “I beg you.”

You almost had to pinch yourself to make sure it was real. Seeing him begging you and almost on the verge of tears was unusual, though not unpleasant.

“I wished that… Nikki loved me more than anyone else in the world and… she was literally obsessed with me,” he explained. “She’s the one who… turned Sarah into mush, and she’s the one who shot Ian. I… put an end to that… to her suffering by shooting her.”

You were speechless, still unsure of the truth of his words. After all, how could you be sure that this piece of wood would actually do what you wanted? Bear seemed to understand, since he handed it to you.

“You can only make one wish. Think carefully. Say it out loud, then break the stick in two.”

“Well… I wouldn’t say no to a new car,” you say thoughtfully.

“Wait… word your wish correctly. Ian wished for 1 billion dollars and they appeared from the sky. The car could do the same.”

You think for a moment about the wording to avoid ambiguity, before finally finding the right solution.

“I wish I had a new car parked in front of Bear’s house with the keys,” you said before breaking the stick in half.

You looked at each other for a moment without saying anything, before a loud noise was heard outside. You got up and went to see what was happening. As Bear knew, a brand new car was parked properly. Your eyes widened in shock before you walked hurriedly towards the car. You glanced inside the car, seeing the keys in the ignition. You tried to open the door, but it was locked.

“What?!”

“Tricky, isn’t it?” he said, his voice weary.

“Yeah, well, this genie underestimates me.”

You walked to your old car and rummaged through your bag which was in the trunk. Eventually, you took out a hairpin. You then went back to the new car and, crouching down, took the time to pick the lock.

“Where did you learn that?” he asked you when he heard the door lock open.

“By watching a video online, I thought it might be useful someday.”

“Of course, you did that…”

It was a few seconds of silence that made you realize the actual situation. Bear was right, he had basically wished that Nikki would love him madly and that's what had happened. And then, he was done for if the police happened to stumble upon the crime scene caused by Nikki. It's not like he could prove that it was the wish's fault, which made Nikki to do all that!

“We have to leave,” you announced. “Come on!” you said, taking him by the hand to pull him inside his house.

Inside, Bear changed his clothes and cleaned his face to remove the blood, while you filled a bag with important things. Your heart was pounding again, as you narrowly avoided vomiting once more at the sight of the horrific scene.

“We can go,” he said once you were both ready.

Your bag and his in the trunk of your new car, you drive out of town, going as far away as possible so the police can't find you. It was long and silent, just a few reassuring words spoken by you to relax him, or at least try to relax him.

You end up stopping at a motel, where you both give each them false names as a precaution. You shared a room with only one bed. It was simpler and, in any case, it wouldn't be the first time you shared a bed.

Yet, the atmosphere was strange when you lay side by side. You always had to realize that all your friends were dead, and that it was just the two of you now.

“Are you… going to be okay?” you asked, seeking reassurance.

“Yes…”

Barely illuminated by the moonlight, you observed him. You could see how terribly tense he was.

“I know a method to help you relax, but I don’t think this is the time,” you said, trying to use humor.

However, at your suggestion, Bear's expression became extremely serious. You then understood that he was indeed ready for the special method.

“I was just kidding, you know?”

“Not me…” he replied, shifting into a better position. “Maybe... I needed all of this to realize that you were the one for me,” he continued, one hand subtly beginning to pull down his pants.

“A bit of an extreme way to become aware of your feelings…”

But that's fine with me, you thought, not daring to say it out loud.

You climbed on top of him, your lips meeting immediately. Bear had one hand on the back of your neck and the other undoing his pants. The kiss wasn't just a simple erotic exchange; you were devouring each other.

When you felt him lower his pants, you ended the kiss. You then slowly lowered yourself until your face reached his cock. When your lips enveloped his member, it was the same sensation as recalling a childhood memory. It had been so long since you last slept together, you were happy to suck him off.

He sighed as his hands ran through your hair, his way of encouraging you not to stop. Your eyes focused on him, your hands gently caressing the inside of his thighs, close to his cock.

His hips began to move to push his length further down your throat, his sighs quickly turning into moans. He had almost forgotten how much of a real pleasure it was to be sucked off by you.

Soon, he took hold of your hair firmly to be the one who took charge. It only took a few more movements for him to reach orgasm, his sperm spurting into your throat. Without hesitation, you swallowed it all. You then pushed his hand away so you could move your head back and thus take his cock out of your mouth.

“That’s a good start, I already feel a bit better,” he said.

You smiled slightly before moving your face up to his. While kissing, you undress each other, with occasional kisses on the neck. Your hands were very wandering, never stopping you from groping each other, whether it was your add, thighs, or in your case, your breasts.

You gasped before snickering when Bear suddenly switched your positions. He settled himself between your legs, his face in the hollow of your neck, his lips pressed against it. And without further ado, he pushed his cock into your pussy. You moaned, your hands gripping his hair with desire.

You didn't speak during that time; the only sounds were your breathing and moans. You didn't really need to talk; things happened naturally, as if you did this regularly. Well, that was the case not so long ago.

Soon, Bear's teeth began nibbling at the skin of your neck, as if he were marking his territory. You obviously didn't stop him, appreciating the jealousy he had actually possessed all this time.

Little by little, Bear forgot the miserable and catastrophic situation he was in. All that mattered were the succulent back-and-forth movements he was giving you.

When you were both nearing the end, Bear holding your thighs firmly and you holding his neck, the movements accelerated and became more violent. It was with despair and even distress that Bear tried to reach his orgasm.

And finally, you reached orgasm together, Bear not holding back from emptying himself inside you without the danger of the situation even crossing his mind. Being runaways and potentially getting you pregnant? Who cares! It felt so good fucking you like he did.

You remained in the same position for a while, enjoying each other's warmth, before he decided to withdraw. So, you immediately snuggle up to him, your eyes already closed with fatigue.

“We’ll have to go somewhere else tomorrow…” you murmured, to which Bear responded with a nod. “I love you more than anything in the world…”

Bear tensed for a moment at your words, before sighing and shaking his head, keeping you close. It was surely an accident; you didn't want to connect it to what had happened with Nikki.

“I like this life on the run,” he murmured.