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In silence watched Jacaerys laugh and whispering in his betrothed's ear. But when he looked at you you looked away immediately. Feeling your face hot with embarrassment at being discovered, but deep down you didn't mind being unwelcome.

A handsome knight of House Lannister approached the table you shared with your family to ask if you wished to dance with him. Distressed to answer, you looked at your mother pleading for help, but Rhaenyra forced you to stand up for the first time since the event began and do some socializing, something very difficult to do.

Was awkward throughout, he just showed your presence like a exotic Targaryen trophy and never looked you in the eye you felt like the song went on for hours. Went round and round, when he touched you a little rejection won over and you ended up taking a little step back. Your smell of alcohol gave you away as did your clumsy and uncoordinated movements. A few meters away, the heir Jacaerys noticed the situation always attentive if his sister needed help. He didn't like to see you with other men, they didn't know how to treat like a princess and that mess was further proof, he noticed you uncomfortable looking at the exit constantly touching your waist too long. The men took the opportunity to get close to your face, your beatiful and innocent face. Obviously Jace’s didn't listen what you were saying but from your facial expression he didn't need to know.

"Something wrong?" asked lady Baela noticing her fiancé was too distracted. Jacaerys immediately denied without arousing suspicion, but without ceasing to be attentive to the situation assuming that was just behaving like an older brother protecting his sister.

While you continued to dance the extensive choreography you exchanged glances with your older brother. None of you looked down, Jacaerys' tense jaw reflected the annoyance in his expression.

"You look especially beautiful this night, my princess," said the blond-haired gentleman, gaining your attention. "The red brings out your look."

Without realizing it, smiled. That was the first time anyone had complimented your dress that you designed, until the wine glass your escort was holding spilled on you when another gentleman accidentally pushed it over your body. You let out a small scream as felt the liquid on your skin, the fabric absorbed all the alcohol ruining the golden color of the embroidery.

"Fuck." Whispered truly sad looking at the mess you brought on yourself. You looked at the queen who stood attentive to you. Jacaerys stopped leaving Baela dancing alone by his side who in the happiness of her engagement was not attentive to her guests. "My dress…"

"Oh, no, my princess, I’m really sorry. I didn't mean to." Said the knight wiping a cloth across your torso, drying a few drops of pure wine.

"Don't touch me!" You exclaimed when his cold fingers brushed your naked chest, an unpleasant and invasive sensation. People turned at your shout and at all that attention you decide to ran, embarrading as fuck, finally escaping the room amidst malicious whispers that were sure to become controversial tomorrow.

Locked yourself in your room staring at the reflection of the stain I had left on you, cursing yourself for agreeing to leave your safe place in the chair next to the queen and now your favorite dress was ruined. Your fingertips had also turned crimson and you reeked of cheap alcohol. Not even a minute passed when there was a loud knock on your door, startling you by the unexpected. You approached taking a deep breath so as not to sound distressed or upset.

"I'm fine, mother. I'd rather stay and rest." Said, complimenting yourself for sounding so convincing. “I’m okay.” Oh, that’s a big lie.

"C’mon, sister. Let me through." Your heart beat with more force than normal when Jacaerys' voice was heard on the other side. With a little doubt about your actions decided to opened the door and your brother entered your quarters, which he knew by heart, and hurriedly closed the door before a guard discovered them. You didn't reach to say anything when he rushed to ask. "Did he do something to you?"

"What are you doing here, idiot? You're the fucking groom."

"Did that motherfucker touch you?" he kept asking, looking at you intently, scaring you in the deep. "Damn it. Answer me, did he dare offend you?"

"Balea must be worried about you, must go back quickly." You raised your sweet voice, annoyed by your brother's recklessness. "Her Majesty must be asking about you and I don't think Daemon would be amused if you left his daughter alone in the middle of the celebration."

"Let them ask whatever they want, you know I care little for them and they'll have a hard time finding me."

"Stop with the stupids lies, brother. You're the heir, all eyes are on you now until you die, it's natural that you care about your reputation." You said turning your back on him, weren't angry, just being realistic. Also didn't want him to look at you in that horrible dress full of alcohol. "Need to go back, Jace, your fiancée is probably looking for you around the castle and she's not going want to find you with me."

The prince's sigh of frustration filled the moonlit room.

"You think I want this for myself?" his question sent chills down your spine, Jacaerys' tone sounded hurt. "You must understand, sister, what it means the duty of our position."

Damn. That painful conversation again.

"Oh, Jace. You really want to talk about that shit right now?"

You heard his footsteps, the right thing to do was for him to leave you alone and leave like this, but his big hands came to rest on your shoulders. An intense sensation ran up your neck as Jace’s breath hit your cold and palid skin. His pointed nose touched your back awkwardly moving unsure of his decisions, then his hands shifted to your waist clinging tightly without letting go. You couldn't control yourself, Jacaerys was yours and hated to see him with another woman.

"Jace, n-no." Whispered in a soft voice with your eyes closed. You wanted to say with all your might that it wasn't right, but the warmth of his breath and his fingers touching your skin was so much better.

"Just shut up, can you do that?" He ordered plaintiff. "And don't call me a liar, that makes me mad, you know it."

Listening to him angry just fucking loved it, he was always so correct but when they were alone you couldn't control it.

You could fall into his arms easily if he wants, he had the demanding tone you need to hear all nights. Turned around looking for Jacaerys’s mouth desperate to kiss him, to reaffirm that he has been yours forever. His wet lips with yours knew each other perfectly, you were not new to this nor had you spoken of leaving him. The prince took your neck with his hand squeezing gently, but enough to know he didn't want you to move. His tongue entered in your mouth invading all the wet space, desperate for your gentle touch cupped your red cheek. You ran your hand through his long and curly hair, tangling your fingers in his perfect curls, pulling his body closer to yours.

"Want to do it now, sweet?" he growled between your half-open lips without letting go of your waist. You nodded without hesitation forgetting the fear of being discovered, you were so needy and only he could help you. "Gods, you're such a good sister."

Between wet kisses and ragged breaths they reached your bed which was perfectly tidy. His suit with the symbol of the House Targaryen stood out on his chest, Jacaerys sat on the edge waiting for you to sit over him so desesperaly, when you finally did he kissed your bare neck leaving some marks that he cared little if they showed later. Just wanted to mark all your body that no one would look at you, but the idea that you were desired by the all the knights in the real always liked because he could have you while the others only desired you.

"That idiot won't bother you again, did you hear me." He muttered with difficulty, but convinced to keep his word only for you. "Vermax will turn it to ashes."

You were so wet that you think any touch was going to make you scream in perfect orgasm. Jacaerys Velaryon, your older brother and the future king was your first man and you didn't want anyone to be the second. The first time, Jace was gentle and soft with you because he didn't want to hurt his little sister, but the more you repeated it, hidden from the eyes and ears of others, you experienced more things that pleased both. Your favorite place was the bed, you could do many things there and get into various positions that made feel more of him.

"We don't have much time, darling." Said the boy tucking a strand of your long hair behind your ear.

In a hurry and a little clumsy, you pulled up the long skirt of your fancy dress just enough to be exposed for your brother. None of you were naked, you could imagine that the celebration had not stopped in the absence of the prince nor yours. Jacaerys also settled down below you without taking his eyes off you at any fucking time, thinking that he did not want any maiden, however pure and elegant he doesn’t care a shit. That wasn't the first time time time had worked against time, the adrenaline rush was unique, like riding dragons. The sex with you felt much better though.

"Come here, sweet." Commanded with dilated pupils, tired and anxious from so much waiting to feel you. His hot member brushed against your wet entrance unleashing an intense sensation that made you moan but without opening your mouth. Jacaerys' hands slipped under your dress while you didn't let go of his shoulders so you wouldn't lose your balance, your knees bent on the mattress giving you comfort and the prince sitting under you, watching every expression in your pretty face. “You look so beatiful this night.”

"Don't have idea how much I was looking forward to having you again." Said panting, your skin beginning to flush from the heat emanating from your bodies. "Promise you won't leave me, Jace." You take his face in your little hands, desperate for the rubbing between your legs. "Get fucking married, I don’t care but keep coming back to me."

The moment he entered so slow and careful you let out a sweet moan that you tried to hide by covering your mouth biting your lip, Jacaerys threw his head back taking a moment to accommodate inside, you were so wet he slid in easily reaching your bottom in a matter of seconds. You squeezed his shoulder and he smiled when he heard you moan exactly like this.

"Look at me." He commanded taking in your hot face, you found it hard to concentrate feeling him so deep inside you, but looked into his dark eyes. "I will always come back to you."

And that was what you needed to hear.

You moved up and down slowly, the prince’s moans giving more pleasure from the movements and the feeling between your legs. Jacaerys closed his eyes tensing his jaw holding his cum so fast, you kissed him biting his thick lips at the same time moaning louder.

You were clothed but it felt so good to feel his hot member rubbing against your walls that you just wanted to increase the speed. Jace enjoyed feeling you all the time, with your hands he pulled down the front of your stained dress to let your breasts out. He took one between his big hands to squeeze it mercilessly, making you moan, you were very sensitive to any touch and your brother knows how to take to the climax.

"Jace." You gasped without stopping.

"Go on." He challenged you.

You listened to him, obviously. You were convinced that if at that moment Baela Targaryen entered you would not mind if the daughter of Daemon found you riding her future husband.

You felt him so hard and hot in you, watched him writhe with pleasure under your body, so you kept moving until couldn't hold back the urge to speak.

"Do you know what that man told me?" Asked pausing for a second, Jacaerys listen still inside you, you caressed his swollen lips. "If I married him I was never going to be short of a good fuck."

The prince's expression changed completely in a second, you knew what you had just done and you didn't regret it. Jace grabbed you by the waist and turned you over on the bed leaving you exposed to his desire and discomfort. He quickly pulled your dress up again entering you more anger, this time without softness or gentleness that characterized him, you screamed forgetting that you should keep quiet to guard his secret, but he grabbed you so tightly and kept moving behind you.

"You like it like this?" Asked agitated, moving back and forth constantly, you were clinging to the sheets. You nodded unable to modulate a statement. "No one can touch you. You’re so fucking mine." He kept up the accelerated. Stuck your cheek to the mattress in pain but the sensation in your belly was growing, the friction getting more and more delicious and rough, it was something new and you really liked. Your brother's hands marked on your soft skin, there was less time left to feel the orgasm. You wanted him to know what he was going to miss out on by marrying another woman.

"Jace-Jacaerys." Tried to speak. “Fuck, gods.”

"A little more, darling." He begged.

You couldn't stand the pressure growing under any longer, your legs faltered and your chest couldn't expand any more. You stood there for a few seconds recomposing yourself, trying to get the air back into your hot agitated lungs. Turned to look at him, Jace looked exhausted, his skin red, sweaty and curls in disarray. You had never felt his anger or jealousy over you before. Sat on the edge of the bed while he quietly adjusted his pants again. The prince looked his messy reflectoon at the mirror, adjusting the hair, his expensive suit, trying to conceal it.

You didn't know whether to speak or remain silent.

"I'll go back to the celebration." He said without looking at you. “I’m sorry for leave you.”

"It's okay." Whispered tidying the long skirt of the frayed dress. "I think so do I."

The prince turned with an expression of unpleasant surprise. "Are you serious, sister? After this?"

"Sure. I'm going to change this fucking dress first." You affirmed with an innocent smile. Your hair is messy too, with the lips swollen and wet were still warm. “Oh, I forgott. Congratulations for your wedding; brother."

Jacaerys grabbed your jaw hard stealing a long kiss that you didn't manage to escape. He looked at you disapprovingly. "You’re wicked."