Hi can you do one where the reader and baelor wake up slowly in the morning and spend ages cuddling and kissing and what ever else you feel comfortable writing. I want something sweet and romantic but passionate.
AKOTSK || Baelor Targaryen || Morning Storms.
────୨ৎ Pairing; Baelor Targaryen x fem!Reader.
Setting; Stormy morning in the castle and a plead to spend it cuddling.
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────୨ৎ Author’s note; i have missed writing for my AKOTSK cast 🥹 I loved this idea!! As always, I wrote what first came into my head. I hope it what you expected and enjoy!
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THE CHAMBER SHUDDERED BENEATH THE STORMS CURRENT FURY.- Each lance of lightening tore from the blackened heavens above and flooded the room with a white harsh glow. The chair cracked beneath my weight and rocked with every sky splitting crash. Outside, rain fell in merciless torrents, drumming against battlements and pouring across the earth in murky streams.
What had once been solid ground was now a drowned wasteland.
I reached beyond the window, yearning for natures cold embrace. The rain met my skin like a thousand fleeting touches, each droplet carried upon the winds restless breath. My hand drifted through them, weaving and turning with a measured grace, like a seasoned swordsman dancing beyond the reach of a foe's blade. For a moment, amidst the rain and darkness, I found a sense of solace.
Rain pooled into my cupped palms, each drop disturbing the fragile surface, sending tremors across the delicate water. Then, a violent crack of thunder tore through the clouds like the screech of a dragons call. I flinched, my breath catching in my throat as I snatched my hands back beneath the fur draped around me. The storms roar lingered in the air, low and ominous, and a sharp gasp escaped me before I could swallow it.
From behind, came a soft rustle, my lord husband waking from his slumber. I glanced over my shoulder slightly, enough to see the flutter of his eyes against the gloom of the chamber. "Baelor" I whispered softly. "Have I woken you?"
He let out a low, groggy groan, rubbing a hand across his face before looking towards me. "No," he murmured, "The Gods. They're restless this morning." His words lingered between us, I looked back out towards where the dark clouds rolled, and their bellies swollen with rain. After a moment, I gave a small nod, I could not wholly disagree.
When I turned back, Baelor had pushed himself onto one elbow, watching me with the faintest smile. His expression had softened and without a word he held out his arms to me, a silent invitation to leave the storm outside and come back to him.
A smile stole across my lips before I knew it, and a soft laugh escaped me, born of nothing but simple happiness. I sprang to my feet and, with more joy than dignity, skipped the few steps between us before throwing myself upon the bed and into his waiting arms. "What is it the gods could be angry with?" I murmured against his chest. "We have done no wrong."
His hand came to my cheek, gentle as a feather and tipped my face upwards until our eyes met. "Do not fret, my love," he said softly. "I do not believe we have earned the gods displeasure. There are those I could name who have stained their souls..but us?" He smiled, small and certain. "We have known nothing but our love."
Silence lingered between us once more, broken only by the faint shift of furs and the steady breath of the cold beyond the walls. Baelor's grip tightened, drawing me nearer, as though the world outside the blankets and warmth had no claim upon us here.
His eyes closed, and for a moment, he seemed a man unburdened. "Does this mean we might linger here a while longer?" I said at last, my voice low against the stillness as my hands idly smoothed the thick spread of furs.
"And my duties?" Came a reply.
I exhaled faintly, smiling wearily "what of them? I do not think any duty will be served in weather such as this."
He remained firm, though his voice carried the steadiness of habit and oath. "I am the King's hand, my love. Weather bends not to me, nor time. Duties remain whether the world freezes or burns."
Without warning, I shifted, settling astride him as my knees pressed into the feathered mattress. His eyes flew open at once, surprise giving way to quiet curiosity. I found his hands before he could stir, weaving my fingers through them and guiding his arm gently above his head until they rested against the carved oak of the beds frame.
A faint smile tugged at my lips. "Are you truly denying your wife of simple pleasures?" I asked. "I do not wish for much, not jewels nor castle, only a few moments of your precious time."
He answered only with a low hum, the corner of his mouth curling into a knowing smile. His lips parted, no doubt to speak some clever retort, but I silenced him before a single words could escape. "Surely even a son of the king can spare his wife that much?"
For the briefest heartbeat, surprise flickered across Baelor's face. Then, with a laugh warm enough to banish the morning chill, he slipped free from my grasp. In one swift motion, his arms swept around my waist, drawing me close as though I weighed no more than a cloak. The world spun before he tumbled us both into the feather stuffed mattress, him now looming above as the blankets swallowed me whole.
His brow raised, mirth dancing in this eyes. "Who am I," he murmured, "to refuse my wife, when she has asked with such grace?"
A soft laugh escaped me. I raised my hands to cradle his roughened face, my palms brushing against the coarse stubble upon his cheeks. Raising upon one elbow, I pressed a tender kiss to his lips.
He answered it without haste. For a lingering moment we remained together, neither eager to part. At last, Baelor let himself fall back upon my side of the bed, the mattress sighing beneath his weight as the warmth of him lingered close beside me.
In all our merriment and play, I had near forgotten the cries brewing beyond the castle walls. Then, the heavens split asunder with a blinding bolt, and the thunder that followed shook the very stone beneath us. The bed trembled, and despite myself I flinched, startled by the fury.
Baelor gathered me close without hesitation, wrapping me in the warmth of his embrace. He pressed a gentle kiss atop my brow. "Fret not, my sweet," he murmured. "No harm shall come to you whilst you rest in my arms. Between the furs, you are safe. I shall remain by your side for as long as you desire."
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