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I know this is completely off the plot but how would wifey react if Baelor lived but did not remember her or their life together...or worse? I've read alot of Baelor lives fics with memory issues, disability, or behavioral changes. Thus my curiosity on wifey đ
I actually like this route for Baelor a lot!! It would be a guilty pleasure to write about this scenario one day when Iâm done with OTH
but back to business
I think wifey would be a little devastated about him having an injury that altered the course of his life, which is understandable because not only is he the Crown Prince, but thatâs her husband, sheâs allowed to be upset about him having a brain injury that pretty much changed him. Iâve seen some scenarios where Baelor temporarily loses autonomy in his limbs, like heâs not necessarily completely paralyzed but heâs quicker to lethargy and his muscles arenât quite as strong and he has to build them up again.
I think in that scenario that wifey would designate herself as his caretaker! She loves him and I donât see her being keen on him being experimented on by the maesters. So sheâd stick by him in helping him regain control and autonomy of him body, no matter how long that takes.
If Baelor suffered memory loss? I think wifey might spiral. It wonât be dramatic, but sheâll be stunned and confused for some weeks. Like wdym my husband, whom Iâve been married to for five years and had a child with, doesnât remember me?? Sheâd be rightfully angry and upset, but I think once she works past it that she would be willing to rebuild their relationship!! I can see Baelor falling in love with her all over again as she cares for him.
If he goes through a dramatic behavioral change on the other hand, I think wifey would be more angry than anything. As we know it, Baelor is a clear minded man, heâs not gentle because heâs a warrior, but heâs not a brute either. If he came home and was suddenly a more sporadic man prone to expressing his anger more often, then I think wifey would struggle with trying to accept him again. Like imagine Baelor does a complete 180, how is she supposed to cope with that? I could imagine that sheâs frustrated enough with him that she explodes on him and then they have to work through the marital difficulties his behavior caused, but it would be difficult to tell how theyâd work through it, yk? I think Baelor and wifey would struggle to get alone if Baelor were not.. Baelor.
I think if Baelor suffered memory loss AND behavioral change, then there may be the threat of infidelity looming over their marriage. They canât exactly be annulled just because Baelor doesnât remember her and has a wandering eye now, but I could see them being separated emotionally, just not physically. I donât think the royal family would willingly allow the threat of losing alliance just because Baelor and wifey donât get alone anymore, so theyâd kinda be forced to be in proximity together, which stirs up its own issues. I could see wifey forgetting about his afflictions and seeking him for comfort and affection, and instead being subjected to objectification because the only times that theyâre ever really alone and vulnerable together is when they practice their marital rights and have sex. Like yes, wifey would still desire him physically and sensually, and she has every right to, but sheâs not getting that emotional fulfillment like she did before. Thereâs no more gentle Baelor who can rock her world and at the same time profess his love and adoration for her, itâs now a more prickly Baelor who prefers it rough and will degrade her where he should be being loving.
I think that would really drive her insane, and ultimately I think the largest issue in their marriage would be wifey (although I hate infidelity) having an emotional affair with most likely Maekar, and Baelor, with his newfound ego and pride, feeling threatened by that. Like yea I donât really like this woman anymore and I only ever desire her sexually not emotionally, but you canât provide for her where I canât because sheâs mine. Yk? Itâs an interesting scenario but I wouldnât be able to write that because there wouldnât really be a way to redeem him.
Is Dunk confused by the family dynamics? I'm curious about outside perspectives on the baelor/wifey/maekar situation
Dunk thinks itâs quite strange, but Iâm sure Egg would sort of explain that itâs sort of normal in their family.
Because of the whole âTargaryen Exceptionalismâ in the actual universe of ASOIAF I doubt a lot of nobles would find it that strange either. I think the small folk, at least the few who paid much attention to the Targ family outside of their day to day lives, would think itâs quite queer - in the sense of itâs not normal, but itâs not entirely strange either, yk?
I do think thereâd be some talk about why they remarried at their ages, because both had children and didnât really need to remarry. Maekar and wifey couldâve lived their lives as widow/widower without much pressure of the courts for them to remarry⌠buttt thatâs not the route weâre on so đĽ´
I will say that I also considered the storyline of wifey and Aerella being sent to stay at Summerhall to relieve them of living with so much grief within the court at Kings Landing. This storyline wouldâve still included Maekar and wifey being romantically involved, but it wouldâve been more of a tension between the both of them as theyâre isolated, and that eventually they start having a secret emotional and sexual affair. That storyline wouldâve ended with them eventually getting married of course, but it wouldâve followed them warming up to each other in their grief, and in them seeking comfort in one another they spontaneously have really emotional and erotic sex and realize theyâre very mutually physically and emotionally compatible.
I think it wouldâve been funny writing about the warrior, Anvil, 6â2â, Targaryen Prince Maekar, sneaking around with wifey at Summerhall to find corners of a hallway or blind spots of the gardens to exchange gifts or embrace and kiss one other - of course in this case Maekar wouldnât have been in love with wifey during her time with Baelor, but theyâd both instead be falling in love with each other naturally and coming to terms with their grief and finding peace with moving on. Who knows.. maybe Iâll write an extended cut of that đ
I don't know? Maekar suffering is what Lyonel might live for ehhehe
very true augh. đđ
perhaps Iâll write it in. like Maekar coming to visit them after the wedding or being invited to celebrate the birth of Lyonel and wifeyâs first kid and Maekarâs just sitting there FUMING.
Wifey being oblivious and excited to see her brother-in-law and embracing him and heâs just đ§đźââď¸
Lyonel catches on right away because heâs more perceptive than people give him credit for, and he feels like heâs struck gold. LMAO
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I just love the idea of Lyonel marrying wifey in a twist of events that Maekar can't stop wahahaha đ
He's been waiting for wifey to become available đ
Maekar would be so fucking pissed omg đ
For the sake of him, because I love Maekar too much to torture him any longer, I would have to write out the fact that Maekarâs in love with wifey.
Letâs just say Baelor dies and betrothal prospects are brought up to Lyonel and he agrees right away. Obviously, thereâd be a courting process, but wifey finds it hard to adjust to being in Storms End and with a husband with a personality completely opposite to Baelor. I think Lyonel would be a try hard in trying to win over wifeyâs affection, and that just pisses her off because she just wants to be left alone.
Wifey!verse where she marries Lyonel first and Baelor/Maekar stew đ
Didn't a Baratheon marry a Targaryen widow previously and it was a disaster? Maybe he'd be into widow!wifey being mean to him tehe
omg I love this.
And yes it was Rogar and Alyssa Velaryon (Aenys I widow) who got married! It was.. not entirely a disaster but Alyssa was definitely happier with Aenys.
Lyonel would for sure be into wifey being mean to him. Theyâre arguing somewhat and then he just gives up and lets her yell at him because it brings him joy.
âIâm telling you your drinking is going to get you killed. This is ridiculous, Baelor was never like this! Are you even listening to me?â
âNo babe, Iâm hard.â
Thatâs deadass something he would say Iâm sorry, LMFAO
Iâll probably write a small drabble fic for this later in the day when I finish my errands. Maybe itâll have a sex scene too, i dunno. đŽâđ¨
is now a good time to mention that chapter ten is the final chapter and it takes place six months after the ninth one? itâll at least be long everyone.. though I may go back and add to chapter nine before I release the epilogue after chapter ten.
I might also wait a bit before beginning the Baelor short series. I wanted to experiment with a Lyonel Baratheon or Daeron Targaryen fic just for some new character material/building.
I am also open to taking Drabble / fic / character analysis requests for different characters rn! Seeing as OTH is almost done, Iâd like to stock up on some ideas or else Iâll forget about my blog and end up ghosting yall ngl..
At the end of the day wifey had two dilfs pining for her. It's a win-win really if your forget that one's dead Coulda handled this aegon the conqueror style. I'm joking
LMAO sheâd be in Paris every night.
tbh I donât even think either of them would object to it either, Targs gonna Targ. đŤĄ
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Song sake - Just To Keep You Satisfied by Marvin Gaye
Chapter VII | Chapter IIX | Chapter X
General CW! super heavy angst | mentions and detailed descriptions pregnancy & miscarriage | physical violence | rough sex, cowgirl and prone, maybe slight dom/sub, creampies | as always lmk if I missed a tag
Word Count : 10.9k
Notes : this literally took so long and its so short guys im sorry BUT holy shit does stuff happen
Side Notes : I should mention that if things feel like they're moving really quickly, it's because logically there's no way Maekar would find out about anything and not be on that ass expeditiously. this house is a fucking prison, literally, wifey can't get away with jack shit :(
A mistake. Thatâs what it was, and thatâs what it was always going to be.
You did not love Maekar, and what you had said and done that night had occurred because there had been a lapse in your judgement. Perhaps you had had too much wine that night, or perhaps your body had compelled you to do all of those things with him because you were anxious.Â
You obviously had done it out of the need to survive.Â
That was the conclusion you set yourself upon, your actions muddled by something you could not explain. The thought brought a pass of coldness to your fingertips as you flipped to a new page in the book you held.Â
âIn vain have I struggled. It will not do.â You read aloud, your free hand stroking the crown of hair that rest against your bosom. âMy feelings will not be repressed. You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you.â
Three voices erupted into giggles all around you, high pitched and half squealing as you glanced up from the pages. Pride and Prejudice, was the name, a book from Daellaâs personal collection, and one Rhae had insisted you read from during your tea times throughout the past two weeks.Â
The words upon the page although only ink still made even your skin feel warm, a certain bubble of nervousness growing in your stomach as the girls continued in their fawning tittering. Personally, you thought that Elizabeth was better off without Mr. Darcy, but you wouldnât voice that to the young girls who circled you - less you shatter their childish fantasies.Â
âHe sounds so angry when he says it.â Rhae laughed as she grabbed a half a tart off of the table that had been pushed aside to make room for your seating arrangement on the floor.Â
âI think he is.â Daella responded as she plucked a raspberry off of Rhaeâs tart and ate it.Â
âBut why would he be angry if he loves her? Shouldnât he be happy?â Rhae voiced again.
âIâm not sure.â Daella said as she stroked her chin pensively, her light eyes flitting towards you as Aerella adjusted herself on your lap. âDoes my father behave that way with you, muĂąa?â
Your gaze snapped up instantly, and you stared at Daella with a stunned expression, your face quickly burning up again as you looked towards Rhae, only to find the same expectant look on her face.Â
Did Maekar act that way with you? Well of course he did.Â
A soft sputter of sounds erupted from your chest as you fumbled for the words to say. How did one go about voicing how a man showed affection to his wife in front of his children? You felt mortified just thinking about Maekarâs children speculating the terms of your relationship in private.
âYour father is a very quiet man about his feelings,â you began truthfully, âthere are some things that even I am not entitled to knowing about him.â
That last part was a lie, you practically knew everything about Maekar. To you, there was no part of him left to be discovered, because you had already taken it upon yourself to open up the depths of his emotions.Â
When you thought about it that way, your heart sank a little, a feeling of shame enveloping you as you cleared your throat and smiled at the confused girls before you. They were too young to understand how these kinds of things worked, and part of you hoped they would never have to. Keeping secrets about your husband from your husband wasnât exactly easy nor joyful.Â
âBut you love him, donât you?â Daella asked with a knowing look in her eye, her focus trained on you as she awaited an answer. Â
It wasnât like she was trying to catch you in a lie, it was more like she was hoping for the best. She had watched her father struggle alone for years, so you found it understandable to find an anxiety for her father in her eyes. That look alone gutted you, guilt creeping up your spine as you glanced down at your lap.
âI do, yes.â You hummed quietly, as if almost embarrassed to answer the teen girl that sat before you.
âIâm glad.â Daella spoke back, a smile spreading on her lips as though she were delighted by the information she had uncovered.
If only she knew. If only she knew that you had defiled her fatherâs privacy, and sung him false words of love when he was most vulnerable, then maybe you could feel your guilt and shame entirely.
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The new Spring still carried its days of cold air and morning mist even as Summer approached in a hurry, and this was something you quite liked admiring particularly; the sights of the suspended fog from your chamber window or the breakfast hall doors often drawing your ire as of late.Â
There was the rain too, though its phenomenon often occurred more at night than during the day. To you it became your chorus to focus on when you were tidying up for bed, the rhythmic taps upon the castle walls and roofs being enough to quell your afternoon anxiety.Â
âThereâs no use in avoiding the topic any longer.â Mya sighed as she watched you rewrap the spool of embroidery thread over and over again.
You were meant to be embroidering a handkerchief for Maekar, the deep red string in your hand almost entirely tangled. It was going to be a small favor for him before he left on a three day long hunt, the silk cloth dampening in your hands as you grew clammy.Â
âI have to. I canât tell him I know, ever.â You huffed at Mya as you tossed the handkerchief aside.Â
She had been pressuring you to tell him ever since you had confided in her what youâd told him that night. A frustrated look bled onto Myaâs face in an instant as you brushed her off, her brows setting as she reached over on the loveseat and pinched you.Â
âYouâre halfway there already you know, I just donât see why youâre holding back.â Mya tutted as you swatted her hand away.Â
âHe wonât understand.â You said.Â
âHow do you know he wonât understand if you donât tell him?â Mya responded.
You gave her a sour look after she said that, a light expression on her face as she shrugged. What would she know about the endeavors of marriage? Mya had never married, though she was only two years your junior, she had no man to control her funds or put limits to her life; as far as you were concerned, she was free from anything close to what you were experiencing.
âThatâs easy for you to say.â You said with a frown, your hand moving as you wet the tip of the red thread and pulled it through the eye of your embroidery needle.Â
âI suppose so..â Mya sighed finally, her nimble hand shifting over your knee gently. âBut you know I only make suggestions for when I believe theyâll help you.âÂ
You were silent for a moment as you thought over her words, your lip twitching as you thought through a witty comeback. She was right, you needed to say something.. or at least make things real.Â
âI know.â You murmured.
The dragon sigil came easy to you after so many years of embroidering it, each stitch precise and just shy of perfect. Maekar was going to like it; he liked just about everything you gifted to him.Â
Staring at the handkerchief in your hand you sighed, this was an all time new low, even for you.Â
Neither of you had spoken about the words you had uttered in bed, though you could tell just by looking at Maekar, it was the only thing on his mind. He hadnât reciprocated the phrase at all - at least in ways you could understand.Â
He loved you and he couldnât even say it to your face? You were beginning to doubt his so-called affections. It was hypocritical and you knew it, but the thought of losing Maekarâs feelings made you anxious. You were actually beginning to believe you mightâve been the more selfish one in your marriage.Â
âIf youâre not going to say anything now.. then you should at least say something before the year turns.â Mya said as you fidgeted with the handkerchief in your hand.
There was some truth to her words, you two were almost married for a complete year already, and complicating your marriage again five years down the road wasnât exactly a good idea. You knew better than to threaten your foreseen happiness with the consequences of your cowardness.Â
âSometimes I wish you could tell him for me.â You heaved as you set the handkerchief aside and stood up.Â
Mya made a face when you glanced at her, your hands slowing as you fixed your top skirt. Her brow was raised in a way that often humored you, her lips pursed as she shook her head gently.
âI think you know your husband well enough to know that he would probably explode if that happened.â Mya chuckled, her nimble hands shifting to pick up Aerellaâs baby bonnet that you had asked her to clean.Â
Silk could be such a tedious thing when it was intended for a delicate purpose.Â
You smoothed the fabrics of your dress as you exited the sitting room, your body warm as recalled the sensations of having a newborn all over again. Aerella had been a great babe, though often clingy and fussy when she wasnât being held when she wanted to be. Baelor was the one to indulge her the most, and her brothers were oftentimes the ones swooping in right after their father when she made it a point to demand attention.
You wished you could experience those moments once again as you thought of them - the baby smell of Aerellaâs hair, the sound of her happy gurgles, even the feel of her scorching warm skin on yours as she took her first deep breaths.Â
It would be different, but you hoped that you could have that with a babe of Maekarâs doing; the stifling joy that you so often reminisced on. You thought that surely you could have that with him, after all it seemed quite apparent that Lady Dyanna, with all of her six children, had that.Â
You paused as you stood before the doors of Maekarâs study, your body fixed at an angle as your gaze fell upon the carved wood. It looked like the same wood that decorated the nursery a few doors down from your chambers, deep in its stain and carefully crafted. It was not the luxury you had become briefly accustomed to in Kingslanding, but it was your home now and you were comfortable.
The smell of tobacco quickly filled your nose when you pushed open the doors of Maekarâs study, light smoke that had barely begun to dissipate still lingering in the air. Heâd had a few drinks, you knew it by the open decanter and the line of dark bourbon halfway gone, his skin lightly flushed with a fairly relaxed look upon his brow. You sort of liked the look on him, his hair pushed away from his face from where he had run his hands through it.
âSweetness.â Maekar said as he looked at you with a crooked smile.
You watched him lean back in his chair slowly, his head cocking as he opened up his arms towards you. He mustâve been somewhere between tipsy and completely drunk, a breath escaping you as you approached his desk, your legs bringing you around the table.
âHello, my love.â You responded, a curl unfurling on your lips as you took his left hand.Â
âTo what do I owe the pleasure of your extraordinary presence, hmm?â He sighed as you slowly sat on his lap.
You could feel the muscles in his thighs shudder and ripple as he fixed his legs wider, your hips moving with him as he rested his palm against the cusp of your rump. There was a faint vanilla aroma on him, courtesy of the bourbon, his eyes soft with a blurred feeling you often tried to avoid acknowledging.
âCanât I want to see my husband?â You quipped back as you wiggled up on his lap, sitting sideways as he inspected your face.Â
âI suppose you could want that..â Maekar shrugged with a low sigh, a shiftiness pooling in his pupils as you stared at him. Â
Heâd been off since that night, but you chose not to mention it at all, your stomach warming with a quiet nervousness you were afraid to pay any attention to.Â
âIs something troubling you?â You asked after some silence, a silly little smile painted on your lips as he looked at you again.Â
Part of you wondered if what you had said all those nights ago had changed him, a confusing expression flickering over his face. You had heard of lies becoming curses, but you had always assumed such were just old faerie tales, your heart thumping as you looked at his purple eyes.
Would your home ever be filled with happiness and mirth if you said something now? Could you continue to allow yourself to live something that wasnât true? You were beginning to doubt your judgement the further you moved away from the letter, your heart squeezing as he gave you a sad furrow of his brows.
You pitied him, that was all.
âAerion has sent me a letter informing me of his pursuits in Lys.. many of which being the cunts of his favorite whores,â Maekar drawled out, his warm and calloused hand slowly dragging over your ass as he bounced his free knee, âah, he had requested I provide him with more money.âÂ
âOh.â You said rather bluntly.Â
A good wife would know what to say. A good wife would never lie to her husband. A good wife would never take advantage of his feelings either.
âIt sounds like heâs gotten rather comfortable.â You coughed dryly, your hand splaying over his abdomen as you leant closer to him.Â
There was a wry hum from his chest followed by a look of partial disappointment directed somewhere far off from the walls of his study, his fingers running up your spine as you looked at him. It was a feeling of pity that was often evoked from your chest when you looked at him lately, a strong twisting in your heart as you justified the secrets you kept from him.
âHe intends to have me spoil him even from afar, but I suppose such is life with children.â Maekar grumbled, his gaze returning to you as you ran your hand over his chest.Â
He was as handsome as he was miserable, a huff rattling through his throat as slipped his hand up and down your waist. The stresses he felt with his children made you wonder about your own, an already strained and fragile relationship made with the children you hadnât yet conceived.Â
Would he pull away from you entirely if he found out? You imagined he would have some strong feelings about it at least, though his tired eyes had frequented his conversations about the importance of a clean slate in your relationship.Â
You thought you would be more hurt if he didnât care about your discovery at all, and though that felt somewhat strange inside of you, you were entitled to wanting him entirely.Â
âI think your idea of children has soured as your own season with personality.â You hummed softly, your finger gently tracing over the dragon brooch on the left breast of his surcoat.Â
âYou think so?â He laughed softly, his hand covering yours as your eyes met his.Â
âMm, I know so,â You said sweetly, a coy smirk pulling on your mouth, âin fact, I think youâre so frustrated because your children are all exactly like you.âÂ
Maekar chortled at that, a warm amused expression slipping over his eyes as you brushed your nose against his. You pitied him, yes, but you desired him even more than that.Â
âI guess I could begin to believe in that, but only if my next one does not take more after you.â Maekar said lowly, his thumbs pressing into your waist as you smiled shyly.Â
âPlaying the long game are we?â You responded with a gentle breath, your lower lip tucking under your teeth as he smiled.
âOh, you have no idea.â He chuckled.
You didnât respond to that with anything besides your mouth against his, your lips pressing down on his as he wrapped his arms around you. Maekar could be a confident man when the time called for it, his brow lifting as you broke for air and kissed him again swiftly.Â
The next one? You had it figured that you would have at least one babe by Maekar to show for your union, but his words made you wonder if heâd been thinking about it too. Surely he must have, you were young enough to give him plenty more if he asked it of you, and youâd seen men twice his age marry over and over again and continue to sire children, so it wasnât like you were running out of time with him.Â
What made you wonder was the way he had said it, the lightness in his voice and the assurance of testing your babeâs inheritance as they grew. You felt some comfort in knowing it wasnât just you thinking about the future of your marriage, but part of you was bubbling with the anxiety of it too.
You two werenât exactly not trying to make something together, but you werenât doing it on purpose either. You were simply enjoying the perks of married life, the expensive dinners, the spoil of coins and jewels, the affection, and most of all, the pleasure. The sex had become frequent again, and you were falling into the routine of expecting it at any point, the demands of your desires almost never ceasing.Â
You defended the urges with the fact that Maekar was overwhelmingly passionate, a sometimes normal conversation often swinging down the path of an erotic encounter when he did so much as smile with those familiar murky eyes.Â
The sex, as you remembered it with Baelor, wasnât always so passionate. It was relieving in the way of expressing your love for him, but it was rarely a way of ravaging each other. There had been times when Baelor, as stressed as he was, liked to use sex as a way to blow off steam, but it was hardly as rough as Maekar made it.
When Baelor was stressed, you took over for him, which didnât feel like a task, but rather a service. You loathed the feeling now that you looked back on it, the boundaries between a labor of love and an act of service for the crown having been flooded over without much acknowledgment.Â
Perhaps it had been your own paranoia, after all Baelor had been the crown prince, you knew all too well that there were plenty of women and men willing to serve themselves up for his use if you were not willing.Â
You shuddered at the thought of Maekar finding solace elsewhere in the time you had been apart or abstinent. Summerhall wasnât exactly close to the nearest whorehouse, but you had heard enough about bastards sowed upon servants or ladies maids of a household in your letter exchanges with friends to be vigilant.Â
Maybe that was where your ungratefulness showed, you were lucky to have been wed to an amorous man, and yet you often doubted his own emotions for you. He loved you, so he said, and yet you swayed in hesitation to completely accept it.Â
That was the irony about the whole thing, a constant battle between whether or not you acknowledged Maekarâs feelings or not when you yourself were avoiding your own emotions. If you didnât at least like him a bit, then you wouldnât be saddled in his lap allowing him to drag his mouth down your throat, and that was good enough for you.
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Maekar had a habit of being rough around the edges, and though most people could be quick to be offended by it, youâd grown to quite like the attitude. It was refreshing, with all your time spent at court you were used to a layer of passive aggression on top of everything, but Maekar was simply aggressive.Â
Youâd first figured out that you enjoyed his demeanor sometime before heâd gone for Kingslanding; the rough exterior, his snide remarks, even his mean expressions made you feel dewy.Â
Perhaps even the affinity for his degradation had even begun long before you two were married; a certain memory of an exchange of biting remarks between you and Maekar having left you somewhat sexually frazzled in your second year of marriage to Baelor coming to mind, though you would never ever actually admit to it.Â
Maybe it was because Baelor wasnât always good at expressing himself that you were so taken by Maekarâs bluntness, his behavior quite stark from the political mask youâd known Baelor to retreat behind. The fourth son didnât have to worry about the crown so much as the first, and though the line of succession had been subsequently cut short by three threads, your brusque husband was not worried enough about it to change.
You thought about his behavior as you read alone in the sitting room. Your eyes had wandered over the same three lines over five times by now, and yet you could not get the words to cling anywhere in your mind. It was hard to imagine the story before you when you were so busy thinking about Maekar.
Heâd been gone for two days longer than heâd planned to be absent for, a series of rainstorms most likely flooding the river that the party would need to cross to come back. It worried you simply thinking about it, though you knew Maekar was an excellent swimmer amongst other things.Â
He was an exemplary man all around.Â
You sighed as you looked up from the book in your lap, your eyes finding the mantle, where a painting of an early morning horizon sprawled over the canvas in oils. The image reminded you of Maekar in a way, the purple and orange hues almost reminiscent of the expressions he made when he was around you.Â
Within the midground of the painting was the sun, its lighting bright as it rose over the clearing. You stared at it until you saw the moon in the background, its shadow faint but apparent as dawn bloomed over the land the artist chose to depict.Â
Part of you wished the moon was more visible, a sadness filling you as its pale face disappeared in the morning sky.Â
Maekarâs memory filled your mind once again when you looked away from the canvas, your gaze finding your left hand set upon the hardback book on your lap. It was bound in finer moleskin, though its age was apparent by the wear of its spine. You had spent the better half of your day attempting to read the novel, yet youâd only but succeeded in reading just a third of it.Â
It was hard to focus on a story of a girl finding freedom and love when your body was so set on yearning for the man youâd swore youâd only felt indifference to now.Â
You missed his voice, his eyes, his smell, even his attitude, but most of all, you missed his touch.Â
It had only been five days since you had last lay with Maekar, and yet your body ticked like an unhappy music box in need of a fine tuning. It was only natural to want, you were a woman comfortable in your own sexuality. You craved certain things, special sensual things that filled you with a greater glee than a jeweled gift would. Though, some noble women of the realm would say the deliverance of a cock and its seed was a gift within itself. You considered the idea otherwise.
The sex between you and Maekar was neither a gift or a blessing. You didnât crave it just because it was good. Allowing Maekar to fuck you wasnât just a privilege you had earned the day you were wed, it was your right, you deserved it. You deserved to be ridden until you couldnât see straight anymore. You deserved to have Maekar knelt between your thighs attempting to devour you entirely.Â
The absence of him stung once again as you thought harder, a frustration bubbling up in your lower belly as you set aside the book. It was selfish and you knew it, but you ceased to care.
Maekar wanted you to love him and accept him as he was, and if you were going to do that you at least needed to be convinced.
A sigh escaped you as you found it in you to rise from your chair, your eyes sliding over the walls of the room until they found the large window with its curtains drawn back.Â
It was drizzling outside, the sky dark as evening changed to night beyond the clusters of angry gray clouds. The rain had managed to let up enough that you knew Maekar would return home before the seventh day of his absence came around, a strange lightness in your chest as you thought of it.Â
You had some hopes between you and Maekar, but it was far from what he clearly wanted. You wouldnât apologize for it. It wasnât exactly like you could help how you felt towards him.Â
One cannot force the hand of love.
Exiting the sitting room, you slunk back in the direction of your chambers, your book held loose in your hand as you dragged your feet. Things felt emptier without Maekar there, though heâd in truth only been absent from Summerhall for five whole days.Â
You thought maybe it was his protection that you had missed the most, but his simple company was far more valuable than the scale of undeniable safety he provided.Â
The thought brought a smile to your lips as you entered the privacy of your chambers, your book set aside to be forgotten as you began pulling your clothes off.Â
You found yourself standing before the polished silver mirror, your thin shift pooled at your feet as you stared at your reflection. You hadnât taken a good look at yourself since Maekar returned home, his constant presence hindering your chances at inspecting yourself.Â
The skin of your stomach felt as soft as usual as you ran your palms over your torso. It didnât feel the same as when Maekar did it, though his hands were rougher than yours and more greedy when it came to their curiosity.Â
What did he see in you? You often pondered it when you were alone as of late. You didnât see much in him, so why would he see much in you?
You would only ever admit to the fact that you tolerated him because he knew exactly how to fuck you breathless, but that was all. Sure, he could kiss you so passionately that you felt dizzy afterwards, but any man was capable of that. Any man could embrace you when you wished for the touch or pull off romantic gestures that could move your heart a hair towards happiness.Â
Any man could do what he did, but youâd be lying if you said Maekar was just like any man.Â
You pursed your lips as your hands fell over your lower belly, your brows furrowing and your nose wrinkling as the heat of your palms warmed the flesh shielding your womb. You hardly liked to think about what had happened in Maekarâs absence, even more so you disliked mentioning it.Â
Heâd brought you a large bouquet of white lilies and pale yellow chrysanthemums the morning after heâd first come home from Kingslanding. You remembered quite vividly that the silk cloth that they had been fashioned in had forget-me-nots embroidered upon the corner.Â
Youâd wanted to throw the flowers right at him when he set them down on the table in front of the loveseat youâd been sitting at after breakfast. Of course, you hadnât ended up throwing them at him, but you had bubbled into angry tears when he sat down with you and took your hand.
You disliked crying in front of him, but that day it had felt right to, though your anger had dictated that you would blame his absence on the fact your body rejected what you had made. Maekar, of course, said nothing about your accusations as he took you into his arms that day, his bodyâs warmth soothing your tears into shallow hiccups.Â
A part of you wondered what things would be like if the miscarriage had not happened, maybe youâd be happier, or perhaps youâd be even more miserable. You chewed your lip as you ran your hand over your stomach again. Youâd ignored what you felt in the days leading up to your bodyâs release, the ache of your back, the sensation of tenderness in your breasts, even the nausea. Youâd told Mya it was the stress, and maybe that was why your body didnât respond accordingly to the life youâd begun to create.Â
Would you have gone through Maekarâs things if youâd been more focused on being pregnant with his child? Boredom and sadness had driven you to invade his privacy, and if you hadnât felt all of those things you wondered if you wouldâve warmed up to Maekar naturally. You surely wouldnât have been able to ignore the fact that your womb was quickening with the flesh and blood made from your union with the Targaryen man you lay with almost every night.Â
Your belly wouldâve been growing heavier with child by now, and the addition of a babe amongst the turmoil of your marriage couldâve been either catastrophic or worse. Maekar wouldnât have been happy seeing as he was upset with you even still. You doubted the pride of him impregnating you would have made him forfeit the anger and resentment he felt.Â
A sigh strained out of your throat as you pulled your hands away from your stomach, your body suddenly frigid as you reached for your nightgown and pulled it on. You wished Maekar was home to warm your bed, your skin prickling with gooseflesh as you quickly padded over to the bed and got in.
You opted to curl up in Maekarâs spot, the hearth closest to his side of the bed. It was warm in the way you thought itâd be, but it was nothing compared to the warmth Maekar naturally produced. His warm body was different to any fire youâd sat in front of, your body yearning to be tucked against his.Â
You may have disliked Maekar, but he was certainly valuable in the instance of being cold.
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Summer was set to arrive in a hurry, the maesters had predicted this with the celestial calendars back at the Citadel. To be quite frank, you cared not for the weather in which you were set to live in, only the circumstances that youâd be in.Â
There was a lightness to the household, and even more joy within the privacy of your chambers. Maekar stuck to you like glue now, not that you entirely minded. After all, you loved him. He was attentive in ways youâd never experienced before, not even with Baelor.
âI like your grandmotherâs name.â You hummed as you stood before Maekar, his hands gentle as they caressed your hips.
âNaerys?â He replied as you inched closer to him, your hands folded over the curve of your stomach.
You nodded with a smile as he said the name, a gentleness to it that brought calm to the room. Maekar brought his cheek back to its spot against your belly, his ear flush to your body as he listened to the sound of your babyâs heartbeat.Â
He chuckled when you felt the babe kick against him, your heart aflutter when he pulled back to smile at you. If only you relive this moment for the rest of your life.Â
The day youâd figured you were pregnant was a magical one, youâd been on a trip with Maekar, and there was a rare instance of free time in your busy schedule. Youâd been perusing the gardens of the castle you were visiting, hand in hand with Maekar as you looked over the vibrant Spring flowers. Heâd been talking about a memory he had of Baelor and he when they were boys, and as you looked upon the flowerbed of tulips and daisies, you simply knew. Youâd been entirely happy then, and you were still overjoyed now.Â
âHave you considered a name if the babe is a boy?â You hummed as he propped his chin against the firmness of your pregnant stomach, your fingers gently carding through his soft silver hair.Â
âI was considering my brotherâs name.â Maekar said as he stared at you, his purple eyes soft as your face remained gentle.
âBaelor wouldâve been honored.â You replied, a sweet smile stretching over your lips as Maekar nodded and shifted his head to kiss your stomach.
You knew the topic was a sensitive one for your husband, but that was quite alright. You had each other.Â
Maekar pulled himself up with a sigh after a while, his arms encircling you as he craned his head down. You flushed with little embarrassment before you shifted your neck and kissed him, your hands flat against his chest as he ran his own over your back.Â
âUnfortunately, I must see to my duties, my lady.â Maekar chuckled. You loved his natural laugh, even when it was paired with his oftentimes sardonic humor.Â
âWell then I shanât keep you. Although, Iâd prefer it if you hurried back to me soon, my prince.â You replied in a soft whisper, your brows drawn and your eyes heavy lidded as you bat your lashes at him.
He laughed as he kissed you again, your breaths in sync as his lips retreated for a moment and quickly found yours again. When he pulled away he pinched your ass, a grin on his face as you gasped and slapped at his chest.Â
His absence hurt within you when he finally left, that was the only terrible thing about Maekar, your hands stroking over the evidence of your aching love for him. You oftentimes wondered if this was how things were always meant to be, your heart alight as you pictured how your babe might look. You hoped it would look like Maekar.
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Maekar slept in until midday the next day, which was so unlike him that even his children seemed worried for him. You told them all that he felt an ache in his head from all of the horse riding in the rain, but you knew otherwise. If you couldâve slept in as well, you would have.Â
Your legs trembled as you climbed the stairs up to the second floor, your hips shaking as you paused for a breath on the landing. You scarcely remembered how long you and Maekar had had sex for, but the exhaustion of it was triple what you felt on a typical morning afterwards. Even Baelor never made you ache this way, though you would never admit that to Maekar.Â
His pride was already much too high in the times you admitted he was the best youâd ever had at something. Though, he usually was.Â
The thought disappeared from your mind when you entered your chambers, your eyes flitting around until you found Maekar near the bookcase. He looked as though heâd just awoken a little bit ago, his robe halfway open and his hair still sticking up in choice places.
âMaekar, my love, did you sleep well?â You asked when he turned to look at you, a pleasured worn look in his eyes. He seemed well rested at the very least, though you could tell he was still shaking off the arms of slumber herself.
âHmm.. well what do you consider well?â He replied sarcastically, a bashful smile playing on your lips as you approached him and looped your arms around his waist.Â
âI would consider it being fucked so well it put you to sleep.â You replied almost as sardonically as he, a low and snide snicker erupting from his chest as his hands came to rest on your ass.Â
Maekar only replied by leaning down to kiss you, your affectionate exchange delayed and drawn on too long for a proper end. You were almost tempted to let him take you on the floor, your eyelids low as you smiled up at him.
âYour children have been asking for you.â You said as he pulled away from you, your eyes following him as he flopped down against the armchair and spread his legs to get comfortable.
âTheyâve fared this long without me, I think they may wait another few hours.â He grumbled as you stared at him.Â
There was a distinct aggravated expression in his eyes, one you knew well to mean that he was angry about something. Perhaps you could coax the information from him, but you doubted he would budge if you said anything.
You replied only by stepping forward towards him, your shoes coming off easily as you lifted your skirts and climbed onto his lap. His hands found your waist easily, and you grabbed his cheeks and kissed him before he could speak. If you could fix everything with Maekar with the simple act of fucking him each time he was upset, then mayhaps you truly did get lucky.
âWhatâs gotten into you lately?â Maekar asked as he leant his head back against the chair, your hands caressing his exposed chest slowly as you smiled coyly.
âNothing.â You said with a shake of your head, your body shifting to embrace him when he grabbed your waist and pushed you back.Â
Confused, your hands covered his, your brows furrowed as he smiled at you. The curl of his lips was almost like the sneer of a dragon, a nervousness filling you as you glanced across the room to where your vanity sat still.Â
âDonât lie to me.â Maekar said lowly as he breathed out, anger deep within his voice but not yet exposed.Â
âWhatever do you mean?â You said, trying to be firm, your efforts to brush his hands away gone in vain as you were pushed off his lap.Â
Maekar stood tall as you stepped back from the chair, his figure stalking around you as he paced in front of the window. You were beginning to feel anger spark within you as he shook his head and said something low in Valyrian. Was he meaning to accuse you of something? Or was he being paranoid again?
âYouâre being ridiculous, Maekar. You canât just say something like that and then walk away.â You spoke up as you watched him pause in front of the table near the stained glass. The flowers within it were deep red amaryllisâs, the trumpet of the plant dark like blood.Â
âAm I being ridiculous?â Maekar scoffed as he looked at you over his shoulder, a hateful sneer to his eyes. âYou tell me how Iâm meant to feel when my wife thieves from me.âÂ
Your stomach erupted into a deep dreadful heat, and you froze before you stepped back with a fake courage. How long had he been awake? Long enough to get curious and plan this? Did he mean to lie only to get you to admit to something?
âI donât know what youâre talking about.â You declared with a glare, your hand curling into a trembling fist as he whipped around and looked at you.
Maekar didnât speak as he moved over to the table near the armchair, his hand moving quickly as he ripped open the singular drawer and pulled something out. You jumped when he flung the rolled up paper and book onto the low long table in front of the loveseat, the objects sliding across the wood until they lost momentum and stopped before the edge.
You almost wanted to throw up as your eyes took in the familiar items. You were sure that youâd put them back in your vanity the last time youâd taken them out, but now you didnât know.Â
Had you left them laying out somewhere? Had he been curious when you became nervous about him being near your things?Â
âTell me you donât know what Iâm talking about now, I dare you to.â His voice raised and you fought everything in you not to let the stinging in your throat reach your eyes.
You thought you had made everything alright, no, you were sure you had made it alright. This had to have been something someone else schemed. Did someone overhear your conversations with Mya? Or did Mya herself tell Maekar? You didnât want to consider that.
âAlright I took them from your study. What else do you want me to say?â You snapped back at him, the need to cry pushed down by the need to cover your ass.
You could tell the admission only made him angrier by the way his eyes flared, his arms tensing as he stepped towards you. Youâd never argued like this with Baelor, but you had also never kept any secrets from him either.Â
âHow long have you known? How long have you been lying to me?â Maekar growled at you, like a loyal dog suddenly turned on its owner.
âDoes it matter? Youâve lied to me this entire time. Both you and Baelor.â You sneered, your hands shaking now as your heart began to pound.
âDonât you bring him into this.â He shouted as he stalked closer, his voice making your muscles tremble.Â
You only felt angrier as he said it, as if the idea of both he and Baelor hiding this from you was no great grievance for you. You had all the right to be angry, only you.Â
âOh, donât I? You seem to forget that he kept this from me throughout our entire marriage.â You yelled louder, your voice wavering as your breaths became thinner. âI had every right to know about this, and he never told me because he was protecting you.â
Maekar lurched forward to grab your shoulders and you shoved him away with all your might, your sight blurring as searing tears bubbled in your eyes. You wanted to throw everything in your sight at him, but you could only manage to push him away.Â
âHe didnât need to protect me. He decided that on his own.â Maekar snarled, his voice faltering as though the memory of his brother burned him.Â
âHe only decided it because he knew just how weak you are. What kind of pathetic excuse of a man tells his brother he loves his wife?â You screamed, your hands hitting Maekarâs chest again when he tried to come closer to you. âYou didnât even have the courage to tell me before you married me. You couldnât even write to me after I miscarried. So you tell me what I was supposed to do? Was I just supposed to sit around and wait for you to come home and fuck me? You have no idea what it was like to be bedridden and alone while you were off galavanting with your brothers. You werenât even made Hand, and you still couldnât come home to me then.âÂ
He said nothing as you yelled at him, his eyes reddening as you cried and pushed him away again, the vase upon the table crashing against the floor as you threw it at him half blind with tears. You wanted to strangle him then, you wanted to take him away just as he took Baelor from you. Â
âYou think things were any easier for me? I had to watch my own brother flaunt the woman I loved around just because he could. Do you know what that does to a man? To be second at everything, even your own marriages. You think I donât know you wish I was Baelor when weâre together, fuck, I had to listen to you call for him when it was me whom you lay with. Do you think I donât understand what itâs like to grieve for someone? I loved you first and yet you still refuse to see that.â Maekar cursed as threw the Valyrian love story at him, the book bouncing off the wall and sliding under the couch.Â
âIt wouldnât matter if you loved me in a past life, youâll still never be him. Youâll never be Baelor because youâre so fucking pitiful. You disgust me each time we lay together because I may as well be fucking a two faced mongrel. I want to crawl out of my own skin every time you touch me because youâre a walking death. You kill everything you touch. Baelor, Valarr, Matarys, your father, Dyanna, even our baby. So fuck you.âÂ
Maekar looked enraged by the mention of his family and Dyanna, but the baby, the only good thing that had come from your union, was far too much. With that Maekar surged forward, his hands grabbing at your arms as you struggled, tears streaming down your cheeks as you bucked against him, your free arm swinging as your hand hit his face.
The crack of the slap echoed throughout the room, and the pain that blossomed over your palm sobered you up enough to wretch yourself free of his grip. Maekar cupped his face with his hand as he looked at you, his light skin reddening as you stood there and sucked in deep breaths.Â
âIs that it then? Nothing I can do will ever please you because you refuse to accept the fact that Baelor is gone, is that it?â Maekar said as his hand fell away from his face, his cheek a terrible blister red. âYou think I donât wish it was me who suffered that strike on the tourney field? You think I donât wish I had died in his stead? I could apologize to you for the rest of my life and it would still not be enough. You think that doesnât wound me? If I could trade places with my brother then I would.âÂ
You hiccuped loudly as he stared at you, his eyes wet as he stood there, his shoulders hunched and his body half the man you knew him to be. It made your heart sting and you hated yourself for it.
âWhy?â You demanded to know, your voice shaken and your breaths trembling.
âBecause I love you.â He shouted at you, your feet shuffling back. âIs that what you want me to say? Had I said that a year ago you would have thrown it back in my face.â
âBecause youâre lying.â You yelled, your anger swelling again within you.
âIâm not. You think Iâd choose to torture myself with these feeling I harbor for you? To watch you marry my brother, of all people, and have a child with him, and be happy, all while I starved for you, I would never do that willingly.â Maekarâs voice was completely shaken now, his face red as he shook his head.
âI wish I could make you feel as whole as you felt with Baelor, but I canât do that if you donât want me to. I would do anything you want if you simply asked it of me. I would jog to the Wall and back, for you. I would fight a hundred of me, for you. If itâs solitude you want then Iâll build you a castle of your own. If itâs my life then Iâd gladly fall on a sword. Anything you want and Iâd give it to you, my wealth, my time, my love. I canât bring back our babe, but Iâd give you a hundred more of them if it would make you happy. I would do anything just to make you smile. Just tell me what it is you want from me.â
He was crying, you could see it even as you wiped at the tears that dripped from your eyes. He was almost entirely exasperated, his hand rubbing over his face as he sniffed.Â
The sight of him crying for you, begging for you, made a cry crack open from your chest, your heart pounding as you wavered in your step. You couldnât even hear your own sobbing as your heart beat into your ears, Maekarâs body meeting yours as you squeezed your eyes shut.Â
âGet away from me.â You croaked as you pushed against his chest, your arms weak as he wiped away tears from your face in vain. âWhy canât you just let me hate you?âÂ
You cried until all you could make were dry mournful sobs, your face damp even as Maekar wiped at it, his skin warm. You hiccuped as he brushed his nose against yours, your fingers digging into the flesh of his chest.
âI donât understand, Maekar. I donât understand why it had to be me. Why me?â You asked as you sniffled, your head shaking as you tipped your head low, Maekarâs cheek pressing against the crown of your head.Â
Had your arms not been a wedge between the both of you, perhaps you mightâve allowed him to embrace you. That idea felt as wrong as it did right, the turmoil of it all swirling within you uncomfortably.Â
âI wish I could tell you.â He muttered against your hair, his voice unnaturally soft and quiet.Â
There were many things that he could not do, and many things he could. You hated yourself for acknowledging the fact that he had been so vulnerable towards you, because in all of your years with Baelor, he had never made those admissions. You didnât even know who Baelor was anymore, and even as Maekar bore himself open for you, you still wanted more.Â
Notes : whew that was a lot. I know it might seem like a short chapter but next one is going to be longer, but chapter 8 is going to remain the longest out of all of them - though I canât yet speak for the epilogues. I'll mention here that I actually had a different scene before the fight planned to happen that would've added some length to the chapter, but I scrapped it because it'll be going in the next chapter.
Side Notes : i lowkey cooked on that fight guys, like okay woah, transcending the game.
^ someone pls get that reference so i dont seem like an asshole
What are King Daeron (rip) and Queen Myriahs (rip?) opinions on wifey and Maekar/Baelor (plus the letter)? We've seen blurbs but I'm sure they were over it đ
Seeing at Daeron is a Targaryen.. this probably wasnât completely abnormal for him to hear. Myriah on the other hand? She was concerned, and a bit sympathetic towards both Baelor and Maekar. Seeing as the both of them were widowers, I think she understands the double anguish that Maekar feels, while simultaneously understanding any anger that Baelor feels.
This is definitely not something theyâd ever wish on their sons, but I do think they truly wanted them to be able to love past their losses. Itâs a bit confusing and complicated, but thereâs no right or wrong side that theyâd take up.
Other than that, they do laugh about it and find it a bit funny in a dark way? Like wtf? What are the chances this would happen?
After Baelor dies I do think Daeron and Myriah had a conversation about Maekar and wifey. I think theyâd both agree that they needed each other in order to work through their grief, but that it needed to be a natural conclusion, not something forced. I think Daeron and Myriah truly and deeply loved each other, so I think Myriah would be inclined to give Maekar advice when heâs down about something within his marriage. I also think sheâd be willing to empathize openly with wifey about being widowed. đđđ
What if wifey knew about the letter before she married Maekar? Imagine she found it when going through Baelors things after he died. What do you think wifey would do if she found our Maekar had feelings for her years prior? Ignore it? Flirt to see if he'd crack just to mess with him? Continue as if nothing happened? Bend and snap? Wifey becomes so pissed she makes sure Baelor takes her in the garden despite present company? Makes uncomfortable amount of eye contact with Maekar? Ugly cry? don't even know what I'm saying it's a downward spiral what if hour ft Baelor "break my back" Targaryen and his brother Maekar.
Ohhh I love this anon.
I think wifey would probably react in two different ways depending on how she views Maekar before she finds the letter. If she is absolutely disgusted with Maekar before she finds out, then sheâs really fucking angry about the letter. If sheâs somewhat attracted to Maekar, then she kinda just goes down this dark hole of turmoil. If sheâs both disgusted and begrudgingly able to admit Maekar is attractive, which is how she feels in the actual series, then itâs a bit of both.
She doesnât mention the letter, at first, but she is pretty sly about mentioning the contents of it within her conversations with him. She essentially is trying to fuck with his head.
They get married and she pretty much keeps the original letter very hidden, but will occasionally look back at it just to make sure sheâs not crazy and those are actually the contents of the letter. She does hope that sheâs able to find a response letter from Baelor in Maekarâs things, so I can see her snooping when heâs asleep or not around.
On the subject of their married life, sheâs hot and cold towards him on a scaled up level. Sheâs more bluntly nit-picky about the things that Maekar does, and what she liked about the things Baelor did. Because if you love me to much then obviously youâll be willing to suck up to me right? I can see Maekar desperately trying to please her if sheâs more brazen about her wants and needs.
I could see wifey being the one to initiate sex more than Maekar, and i definitely think that their wedding night was wayyy different in this scenario. Instead of Maekar being the more dominant one itâs wifey who bluntly tells him to get on the bed. Essentially wifey gets to ride Maekar on their first night together LOL, and sheâs almost meaner than he is about it. She goes at her own pace, partially degrades him, and makes him earn being able to touch her.
Once they go to Summerhall she gets a little bit more critical of him, every once in a while sheâll purposefully say something snide after they finish having sex. Maekar could be having a bad day and not perform as well as wifey wants him to and sheâll be like âIâm always comforted by the fact that you are almost similar to Baelor.â And while Maekar loved his brother, he does NOT like that shit, especially not while heâs ass naked and cleaning the two of them up.
I think wifey also learns that by comparing the two of them openly, Maekar goes out of his way to be better than what he thinks she perceives as good. If she says something like that after they have sex, then the next night Maekar is going to initiate and itâs going to be drawn out and loud. Heâll essentially dick her down so hard that sheâs seeing stars, and then afterwards heâll provide really over the top aftercare. Heâll kiss her a majority of the way through cleaning her up, help her get dressed, rub her where she aches, and the next morning heâll get up at the ass crack of dawn to get her flowers and to request breakfast be brought upstairs to her. Obviously, wifey catches onto this immediately, so going forward she knows itâs a guarantee that sheâll get princess (literally) treatment if she pokes him enough. Once she gets pregnant and they start having kids together I think sheâd lighten up on him with her manipulation, but it doesnât go away entirely.
If wifey knew about the letter prior to Baelor dying and them getting married? Then uh.. itâs awkward. She definitely does test him to see if itâs true - little touches that seem innocent, low cut very open cleavage dresses when heâll be at a banquet in which they usually have one friendly dance together, hidden but definitely there âfuck meâ eyes, and of course very very subtle flirting. Sheâs fucking with him and he knows it but he canât say anything, especially not to Baelor.
I also do think sheâd be especially loud if she and Baelor had sex where she knew Maekar would have a room down the hall to them. I also think sheâd be more possessive of Baelor when Maekar was around, as in - she kisses Baelor more in front of him, flirts with Baelor when she knows Maekar is watching, and allows Baelor to touch her in more risquĂŠ ways if Maekarâs around. I donât see her having sex with a purpose of Maekar watching, because I donât think sheâd ever seriously want him to cuck watch them. I also donât think Baelor would do that either, especially for the sake of his brother.
It would be funny if Bloodraven tried to give Maekar some advice about being a reluctant cuck and Maekar blows up because wtf are you talking about? I donât wanna fuck my brotherâs wife, he says as his ears get bright red and his nose grows as he lies. đđ
ok but what wouldâve happened if maekar wasnât in that counsel meeting when wifeyâs future marriage was being discussed? like if he was away for a while and came back to the red keep only to find out she was already promised to someone else. or even gone to her new home already
He wouldâve lost it. I think he wouldâve crashed the fuck out on his way to Kingslanding because I think if Valarr and Matarys were still alive, then they would tattle.
I think itâs like an unspoken practice for women in the royal family to be considered amongst all other royal family members in the case of her being widowed. We see this happen with Margery in ASOIAF because she married Joffrey and then also is set to marry Tommen!
If Maekar were not there then I think Bloodraven would bring this up in his stead. Like oh we have our former heirâs widowed wife whoâs still of marrying and breeding age, why not consider the only other widowed prince in the family? Kiera and Daeron get married after Valarr dies in order to keep the alliance in the royal family after all.
I also think because King Daeron knows about how Maekar feels, heâd give a push for him to be considered as a suitor for wifey, but he wouldnât flat out state it. If Maekar wasnât considered as a suitor, then if he returned and found out she was in the processes of being betrothed to someone else, then heâd have a lot of choice words with both wifeyâs brother and whoever at the Small Council suggested the groom. Maekar would then use his princely privileges to suggest wifey marry him to his father so that way âshe isnât taken away from her children, and so the alliance isnât lostâ and then King Daeron would be like okay son, I know youâre lying and you love this woman but itâs okay because at least youâre being a big boy and saying something! And wham, the betrothal is dissolved and a new engagement between wifey and Maekar is quickly announced.
If he found out wifey was already shipped off, which wouldnât happen that quickly without him finding out beforehand, then heâs off on horseback without a second thought. Maekar is wifeyâs knight in shining armor, because I donât think sheâd go somewhere else without her daughter willingly, especially so soon after being widowed. Considering the time in which wifey would be widowed, if Maekar came to fetch her and bring her home, then she may or may not let him, in simpler terms, have a some of that cookie đ
I think if Maekar came to get her on her way to say like the North, because a single man horseback is faster than an entire procession, heâd be able to explain himself.. kind of. He wouldnât be honest obviously, in fact heâd be lying his fucking ass off and telling her that the King sent him for her because one of his councilmen made a deal with the man she was supposed to get married to.. blah blah blah. Maekar has a good poker face when he wants to have one, so I can see wifey kind of buying it, but not totally.
Theyâre on their way back home and one thing leads to another and they have sex, most likely after drinking some wine and reminiscing on the time that Baelor was alive. And well they technically have to get married now because Maekarâs gone ahead and had his way and soiled wifey, although sheâs not a virgin, and theyâre granted a quick wedding. Obviously, this scenario isnât without its issues, so wifey would have to find out that Maekar lied to her about being shipped off, and thatâs where the drama ensues, because even after being caught, heâs not admitting to why he lied. đ¤Ľ
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Would Maekar still have married wifey if she had managed to get pregnant again by Baelor before he died? Or is that too much drama and angst?
He still would have married her, yes. Since it takes them six months to get married after Baelor dies originally, things would be a bit more complicated if wifey was found to be pregnant shortly after Baelor died.
Sheâd remain in Kingslanding obviously until she gave birth, and then if the baby were another girl sheâd take the baby with her, but if the baby were a boy then chances are he would be raised in the Red Keep since technically he would be Baelorâs heir as well. I believe this is somewhat of a norm in Westoros? I would have to take a look at Rohanne Webber and her relationship with her kids.
Regarding plot? Maekar would absolutely wait until wifey gave birth to allow talks of her remarriage to happen at the Small Council. Since she would be technically proving that sheâs still fertile, then I think there would be some inquiries from other houses about her hand in marriage. The inquiries would most likely be other widower lords who are around her age or even Maekarâs age, but not as far as over 45.
Maekar still speaks up to say that heâll marry her if theyâre so eager to have her off, and this time there is a courting period between him and wifey. Itâs a bit awkward considering that wifey has a baby on her hip a majority of the time he sees her, but itâs a courting period all the same.
I can see wifey not being as resentful of Maekar if she had time to stew over her grief of Baelor while being pregnant. Sheâd basically get a year to mourn properly before Maekar begins the courting processes.
On the topic of Maekar courting wifey while she has a three month old baby? Itâs awkward, like so so awkward it hurts. Maekarâs fumbling over his words because heâs trying to talk about whatever just to have a conversation and wifey is like in the middle of breastfeeding. đ
Obviously, sheâs still a little resentful of him for Baelorâs death and her baby not being able to have their actual father, but having a father figure there is more important than not having one at all - or else we get more Targaryen dysfunction. Sooo they get married when the baby is like 6 months old, which isnât super scandalous since it would technically be 15 months since Baelor died instead of 6.
Thereâs still some angst and drama going on, but it wouldnât come to light very quickly since the baby is there to help mediate the household. I think wifey would break and allow her anger and frustration with Maekar to come to the surface if the circumstances of her marriage changes drastically, which for them would have to happen through Maekar managing to impregnate wifey immediately after they get married. I think it would be a no brainer for them to conceive since wifey is still very obviously capable of it despite the maesters and their abortion teas from the Red Keep, but things would be different because of their already being a baby in the household. Wifey getting knocked up again, especially while sheâs still grieving Baelor a bit through her infant daughter, would heavily influence how she sees Maekar.
She canât hate him because heâs taking care of her and children that arenât his, but she can feel angry with him because it feels like her life is moving forward too quickly. She sort of feels like the memory of Baelor is being too quickly erased. I mean you have to see it through her perspective, you lose your husband and find out youâre pregnant with your last child together, and then after you give birth youâre being courted and pursued by your husbandâs brother, and then after you get married youâre immediately pregnant again. For anyone that would be a dizzying chain of events, but for wifey itâs on max mode because sheâs only ever known Maekar to be rough and brooding, and right as sheâs finally warming up to seeing more sides of him she ends up pregnant, and thatâs already a conflict of interest because she canât perceive this man for how he truly is when she has a hormonally pregnant brain telling her to love him.
Itsss a mess once wifey gets pregnant again because thatâs where we get most of their conflict. I mean could you imagine? You take my husband away and my baby will never know her father but the baby Iâm having by you will have all what my other daughters donât have. I wouldnât say wifey would project these things onto her children, especially not her child sheâs having by Maekar because itâs not their fault the seed fertilized the egg, but she does redirect this anger back at Maekar.
Maekar is just upset he hasn't got to brood and grump over a pregnant wifey the past 4 months. Crazy in the version they wrote 0 letters in 4 months
Maekar already planning that argument in his head and he gets home and boom. Heâs happy about the baby but heâs also partially annoyed.
Unfortunately had wifey remained pregnant, their marriage would not have gotten better. Maybe after the baby was born theyâd start getting along more, but not right away. âšď¸