Mega Coven

It had just been a day since you got that raven from Maekar.

In his letter, he told you that, despite the best efforts of the maesters, they were not sure how long Baelor still had. His words were but mere ink; you still felt his sorrow through them.

You remain the only one I have informed, but rumours spread like wildfire. By the time the Stranger comes for my brother, the whole realm will already know me as kinslayer.

So you prepared for the worst.

You called for the handmaids and ordered the discreet preparation of mourning clothes for Maekar and the children when they got back. The letter had just arrived, but it must have been days since your husband wrote it: Baelor might already be dead. It was strange to live in that space of not knowing.

Not even a full day had passed when there was another raven; you had just gotten back from praying at the sept. You expected it would be the one carrying the news of the crown prince's passing. It must have happened soon after Maekar wrote his first letter to you, then.

You took a deep breath before you opened the parchment...

...and almost dropped it when you saw: Prince Baelor lived. They'd stay in Ashford for as long as the maesters thought it was necessary, then make for Summerhall.

'The Mother is merciful!' you exhaled, holding the parchment to your chest.

Many weeks later, Maekar returned with the procession from Ashford.

Once you made sure Baelor and his wife were comfortable in the guest wing, you and your husband returned to your chambers. Maekar collapsed into the armchair the moment you closed the doors, like the weight of the past few weeks had finally caved him in.

'I should've listened to you,' he muttered.

You squeezed his shoulder as you stood next to him, reaching for the the wine carafe. You poured out two cups and handed him one.

'You warned me of Daeron and what he might do. None of this would've happened if I hadn't had to go looking for him. What a fucking disarray,' he grumbled, more to himself.

'This family is doomed,' he said after a moment of consideration, as he downed his cup.

You leaned against the table, watching him.

'You speak of doom–yet your sons live, and your brother too.'

'I have to send Aerion away,' he said, and you could see in his eyes that it grieved him. Aerion had caused him so much pain, and still, there was an unwavering fatherly affection in his heart.

'It is for the better. You will see,' you tried to console him. And you believed it; that this might yet set Aerion on a true path.

'Aegon's gone off, and I do not know where,' Maekar continued.

'He must be with the hedge knight. And from what your brother's told me, it sounds like he's in good hands. You will find him soon enough; he'll be right till then.'

Maekar looked at you, astonished.

'I'm stunned by you both. How can you think it's right for him to roam the country in rags, sleeping in ditches?'

'You wouldn't have been able to stop him,' you reached out to graze his cheek with your hand: an endearing gesture that you hoped would anchor him.

'Don't you remember? You just said you should've listened to me. You will see I'm right again,' smiling, you stroked the scars under his eyes that had already begun to heal. They were not there when he left, so they must be from the trial.

'Whatever you say, woman.'

'You will see,' you repeated as you lifted the goblet to your lips.

He pulled you closer then, still sitting, so that his forehead was resting against your abdomen.

'I should've had you there, too. Bad things happen when you're not there,' he whispered, closing his eyes as you brought your hand to caress his hair.

'Do not dwell on it,' you said softly, brushing his silver strands.

How things could change with time. When you first arrived at his court, you knew it was expected of you to be like a mother to his children and a lady of the house. The prince was famous for his prickliness, and you weren't sure exactly what to expect. But you weren't one to stand in an open field when it thundered, and soon realised that was something the stern prince admired in you.

With time, you saw something other than respect glint in Maekar's eyes when he met with your defiance. Each time you shot down one of his laments or held his gaze during a disagreement, you saw it. A split second, and you could've missed it, but there it was: like a spark in the shadow of your fire, waiting to meet it.

That's how he was looking up at you now; in the privacy of your chambers, his cold front peeled back, and you could see how everything weighed on him. With his eyes, reverent on you, he was asking for an answer only you could give.

You slowly raised your cup to your mouth, taking a sip and savouring the rich tang, as you held his gaze. You watched as his eyes flicked to your lips, still wet from the wine.

A small, wicked smile tugged at your lips.

'You want a taste?'

He nodded slowly as you slid into his lap to kiss him.

As his mouth met yours, he snuck his tongue against your lips, licking the remains of the wine with a contented hum. The alcoholic flavour, mixed with the taste of him on your tongue, sent a warm jolt into your stomach.

He kissed you hungrily, and when you broke away from him, he chased your mouth with such eagerness that you had to push at him until his back met the armchair with a dull thud. One hand on his heaving chest, the other reaching for your goblet, you kept your eyes on him as you took a small sip from your cup–this time, holding the wine in your mouth instead of swallowing.

After placing the cup down carefully, you reached for his face and leaned over him, lips meeting his. You dribbled the wine into his waiting mouth and felt him harden under you as he took it. Some dripped onto your jaw and neck, and he was on it immediately, not wasting a single drop, licking your skin greedily.

'Did you miss me?' you asked breathlessly as you clung to his shoulders.

'What kind of question is that?' he grunted as he covered your throat with his mouth, 'I lay sleeplessly thinking of you. How you should be there with me...'

He grabbed your hair to bring your face to his. You smirked at the sensation of his fingers tangling with your strands at your nape. The pleasant feeling went straight into your groin; he spoke the next words against your lips, hot breath mixing with yours:

'How I should be fucking you instead...'

Taking your jaw between his thumb and index finger, he tilted your head so he could lick up a stray drop of wine running down your jaw.

'I'm never leaving your side again,' he grumbled against your skin.

'Whose idea was it, I wonder...to spare me from this miserable circus...' you panted, feeling yourself get wetter with each kiss he planted on you. You began to rub against his thigh, and the feeling of your briefs sliding against your slick centre made you lightheaded.

'Shut me up next time I get ideas like that,' Maekar said, and you felt his hands at the back of your dress, untying the knots with fast moves and stripping you.

You moved to help him out of his shirt and trousers, and pulled him with you to the floor. You felt a thrill as he hiked your chemise up and stared at the dark spot on your underwear.

He hooked his fingers and slid it off, throwing it to the side. Then, wasting no time, he buried his face between your legs and took a deep inhale of your pussy.

'Maekar...' you sighed, head thrown back, waiting for his tongue. He gave it to you, with his hands holding your thighs in place on his shoulders as he licked you.

He was unyielding. Even when you started to whine and shake, when the feeling started to become too much, and your hips unintentionally began to buck away from his mouth from the overstimulation, he held your legs tighter around him. Nowhere to withdraw, you just took it; until he made you come on his tongue, while you cried out his name, writhing on the bedroom floor.

Once your breathing settled a bit, you pushed yourself up and guided Maekar to lie down on the tiles. With your hand on his wide chest, you could feel his heartbeat against your own skin, and you thought of how you'd missed him. You were rarely apart this long, but when everything at the trial went awry, he had to stay away for many more weeks than initially planned. Thank the Gods, it was all over now.

You climbed on top of him, and then, before you could react, his hands tore your thin chemise in one swift move; the sharp sound of the fabric filled the room.

'Maekar!' you cried, but he was already fondling your now free breasts. The tattered silk hung on your shoulders.

'What? I'll get you new ones,' an inviting glint in his eyes.

Smug bastard.

You knew what he was trying to do. His eyes were on you, with an anticipatory look, questioning you. What will you do now?

You raised your hand, and the next moment, a stinging pain burned your palm as it connected with his cheek.

'Argh...' he groaned, as he snapped his face to the side from the impact.

He turned back to look at you, but you landed another slap as soon as his eyes met yours.

Chest heaving, he grabbed your hips and drove into you without hesitation. He got you so wet with his mouth, but you still had to adjust to his size as he began to fuck up into you.

Sweat covered your skin as the sound of your ass meeting his groin filled the room.

'Do it again,' he hissed between his teeth. It wasn't an ask, but a command.

So you did, delivering another smack across his cheeks as you rode him. Pain mixed with pleasure; his and yours. The skin on your hand was on fire now, but each time you landed another slap, his cock got harder inside you until he couldn't hold it back anymore and came, filling you to the brink.