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It had not been received well. It had sent her in such a frenzy that she had pushed herself into Maekar’s solar without announcing herself, it had caused her to press her ear to the door ordering her good-brother to be silent, and it had caused her to moan his name. Not your husband’s name, but his name. 

He had a reaction to it. Like any typical man would if a beautiful woman moaned his name loudly and made obscene sounds with her mouth. He was lonely since Dyanna’s passing and he could excuse it. Even as he took himself in his hand he came to the thought of your face with a cry of your name. He pushed it down. He was only a man. A weak man, but it could be excused. 

It was the aftermath that he couldn’t quite find reasons sounds enough for. The way he would often find himself unable to sleep, with his cock in his hand as he thought of the way you moaned his name so prettily, as he thought of how it would sound if he was the one pulling it from you.

It was wrong. It was so very wrong, but he could not help himself. He could not help his wandering eyes as your dresses got thinner as the weather got hotter. He could not help getting instantly hard every time your hand would linger politely on his arm. 

He could not help the warm feeling that spread through him watching you interact with his youngest children, being a motherly figure they so desperately needed. That made it worse. That made it into something he was not even going to acknowledge. He could entertain the thoughts of you. He could push it off as some primal need for attention that he now lacked, and that was all it was…

Baelor had been better after that night, more attentive, not spending a lot of time in the office, coming to dinner, and even going to bed on time. That lasted for less than a full moon cycle. 

Then it started again, and he could see it happen before his very eyes. He watched as you started to be spotted with your husband less and less again. Your smile slowly turned into a frown as you stared at his empty spot at dinner.

 It was obvious without you even speaking a word. Slowly without Maeker even realizing it he started to fill a spot in your family's life like you had his. 

The way he would find Valarr coming down from the tower of the Hand with his shoulders sagging. He had only wanted his father to come and watch him train. So Maekar had done it. It wasn’t odd he had told himself. He could watch his eldest sons as well.

Matarys would begin to sit next to him at dinner. They would share casual conversation and he would find himself shaking his head grunting at his jokes, despite him trying not to find them funny he always did.

Then there was you, and your sad smiles. He had been the one to seek you out unlike your boys. He had told himself he was taking care of you for his brother. That he was dining with you to make sure you were eating enough or that he was spending evenings with you in his solar to make sure you weren’t crying yourself to sleep. It most definitely was not for his own sick pleasure, that he enjoyed your company, he liked watching you as you would bite your thumb while you read or the way you would lick your lips while eating certain things.

It definitely was not that. He definitely was not taking himself in his hand each night to the thought of you and your mundane, innocent quirks that were now burned into his mind. 

The book in his lap laid there more for decoration than his own enjoyment as his focus was solely on you. Your thumb was in your mount as he watched you, trying to decipher if you were biting away nail or flesh. He never did get his answer when you let out a frustrated sigh clearly thinking of something from earlier. 

You came in a flash of anger, but you had spoken about it. Instead you sat in your designated seat and huffed. Maekar had not asked, he knew you would tell him when you were ready instead he handed you the book you had left there the night before. You had not commented on it being moved and he was glad, because then he was sure you would have figured out he had been reading it.

But now he knew you were ready to talk. You no longer glowered at your pages as if they had been the one to cause your distress and you finally glanced up from the text meeting his violet gaze. 

“You will have Baelor’s position next,” you started with, causing him to lean forward listening to every word you uttered watching as your fingers now began to pick at the end of your nails. 

“If I am granted that honor,” he corrected, but you both knew that he would be Baelor's Hand. There was no doubt in either of your minds about that very fact. 

You laughed slightly, and it caused his heart to do something odd, but he pushed that down. It was stress he told himself. The stress of his children were to blame for his rising heart rate and they could be responsible for the fluttery feeling inside him that he couldn’t place, or mayhaps just didn’t want to name. 

“If you were to remarry or even just had a wife and you loved her…Would you make time for her even despite the work?” you asked. 

He stared at you for a moment as he thought over the question. He knew exactly what you meant. Do you think Baelor should be making time for you? Does he think that you are important enough that the man should be balancing his work load and his love for you, and before he could stop himself, “I would always make time for you,” he said, honestly. 

There was no hesitation, but worse of all he did not say about his hypothetical wife, but he said you, specifically. Your mouth opened slightly before closing and before you knew it you were bidding him a quick goodbye, making your way down the hallways. When you entered into the privacy of your chambers your back slamming against the wall only then did you acknowledge the heat pooling at your core, the warmth spreading through your veins.

You undressed for the night hoping it would go away, but it did not. You tossed in turn as you stared at the canopy and finally letting out a huff you pulled your night dress off moving it to the side thinking it would be easier. You laid back against the pillows as you closed your eyes. 

Your hand trailed down your stomach as you opened your legs for yourself. You imagined a hand that was not your own, and though in that moment you did not think much of whose hand you were picturing you would very soon. 

You did not realize that you thought of violet eyes boring into yours as your fingers met your clit, you did not realize that you thought of a man with silver hair touching you instead of your husband as you slipped two of your two digits inside your entrance. Your mind was too foggy as you had one goal in mind and that was your release and you chased it. Finally when the coil in your belly snapped you cried out one name, and it was not your husband's. 

As soon as your mind cleared from the sweet sense of relief did the shame wash over you, drenching you like a bucket of cold water. You quickly pulled your night gown back on, as if that would change the fact of what had just occurred. The guilt gnawed at your bones so bad you did not sleep that night, staring blanking at the wall as if it would solve the dilemma you currently faced for you.

You did not dare face to turn Baelor when he had finally come into the chambers. You wondered if he knew you were awake. If he could tell you were not really sleeping as your shoulders tensed and you stared at the wall, but if he knew he did not comment on it. You only moved to your back when his quiet snores filled the air and even then you did not spare a peak at him, you couldn’t tonight, not until you had scrubbed your skin from the sin that still stuck to your thighs that had been caused by none other than his younger brother.

You made your way out into the courtyard the sun had not fully risen as the sounds of steel sounded through the air. Your feet carried you until you paused looking at the familiar balcony where you would typically watch your eldest train, and it was already occupied. 

Maekar stood, his back to you, and he did not turn, signaling he had no idea that you were here. You could turn back, you could push facing him til later perhaps when you were more awake, but you sighed pushing that thought away and decided to face it head on. 

You made your way fully outside as you stood beside him, only then did he turn slightly finally noticing your presence. His shoulder visibly relaxed into your presence, but you did not comment on it or as he hoped you did not notice. Your eyes were locked on the training yard smiling softly as you noticed your eldest who waved up at you, boyish pride filling his face in your presence. 

“What are you doing?” you questioned, turning toward him. 

“Watching,” he answered with a shrug as if it was obvious. 

“Your boys aren’t up yet?” It was a question rather than a statement though you both knew Aerion and Daeron were both still a bed, though the latter hardly came to train most days unless his father dragged him. 

“I came to watch Valarr.”

You felt a flutter in your belly, “Oh,” was all you could say turning back to look at the boy in question. He snuck a glance at you trying to gauge your reaction and when he noticed your soft smile he felt a rush of relief. 

“He mentioned that Baelor hadn’t had the time to come and watch lately,” he then added with a shrug, which only caused the warmth to spread through, the fluttering to feel even more intense. The thought that he had come solely, because your son had seemed upset at his father’s absence. 

You turned, your hand moving to his arm as his eyes immediately shot down to the touch before he met your gaze, “Thank you, Maekar,” you said, softly, gently with a kind smile on his face. He liked the way his name sounded coming from your pretty lips, and that he was the reason you had your warm smile spread across them once more. 

He grunted in response, which only caused you to laugh, which brought the same feeling as last night, and he did not bother to blame it on stress this time as he knew it was more than that. THough he also noticed that you did not remove your hand from his bicep instantly until a loud crash was heard down in the yard and you both turned away to look. 

You both stood watching Valarr train with his sword, your fingers brushing the others so often, but neither of you moved or made any further move for contact, “Daella mentioned you gifted them each something,” he then said casually. 

You smiled, “I found toy soldiers for the boys and repainted them, and it did not feel right to give them something and not the girls so I got them each a new doll,” you said with a shrug as if it was no big deal. It was a big deal. To him. To them even. 

“Thank you,” he then said. It wasn’t as soft or as gentle as yours, but it brought a smile to your lips which made him feel pleased with himself. 

You had almost forgotten about the way you moaned his name loudly as you pictured him whilst bringing pleasure to yourself last night. Almost until you stepped around him and faltered slightly. His hands were there to steady you in an instant, and the effect was immediate. The feeling of need came back tenfold and you had to excuse yourself to go take a freezing cold bath trying to make the feeling vanish, but it did not until you were once more a moaning mess as you thought of your good-brother with your fingers working at your cunt. 

The shame did not come back any other time that followed in the fortnight that you pleasured yourself to the thought of Maekar. You pushed it down, excusing the behavior for something else. What exactly you weren’t sure, but whatever you came up with that day always seemed to work with easing your guilt.

 Baelor continued to work long hours in his office, missing dinners, forcing you to spend most nights in bed staring at his side as if he was a ghost rather than a man still walking in the same Keep as you. 

You pushed your legs up the stairs of the Tower of the Hand, your knuckles wrapping against the wooden door when you finally reached the top. “Enter!” You opened the door, met with the sight of your husband hunched over the desk, quill moving against a piece of parchment. 

He did not look up at first, and it left a bitter taste in your mouth. “Baelor,” you finally called out, causing him to finally meet your gaze. 

“Hi,” he greeted with a smile, but it did not quite reach his tired eyes. 

“I will not hold you long. I know you have work to do, but I have come with a request,” you said, gripping your hands in front of you as you rocked nervously. It was a new habit, one that you had not felt in your previous years of marriage. You had never felt anything close to stress when conversing with him, but that had not been the case lately. 

“Of course. What do you need, dear wife?” he asked, as if it was not obvious. As if you did not crave his presence as if the thing you wanted was a new dress or even jewelry.

“You, Baelor. I need you,” you sighed, in frustration. This was the same conversation that you had a little over a moon ago. The one that had led him to suggesting you bedding Maekar. When you had made him squirm thinking you actually had bedded his youngest brother. The one that he had promised to be better, and you had promised your own thing. You blinked slightly remembering the conversation. Where you had told him if the neglect continued you would bed Maekar. 

Your breath hitched slightly in your throat at the reminder, but you pushed it down. “I wish to have dinner together tonight. Just the pair of us,” you told him. 

“Consider it done,” he told you, with a nod, casting you a small smile before he immediately looked back down to the parchment. The words did not feel like a victory, and you did not feel any warmth at the thought of spending time with him. You felt slightly cold as he looked back down to his work as if it was the most important thing in his life. You stayed a moment longer, before leaving him to it. Hoping that he would stay true on his word this time. 

You were not truly surprised when Baelor did not come to dine with you. It hurt, deeply, but you knew better at this point. Instead you sat staring at the fire, your thoughts of earlier echoing in your mind as you thought back to that night when he had even suggested allowing Maekar to bed you. 

“If anything remotely close to that comes out of your mouth again or if you start to neglect me again I will fuck Maekar without hesitation,” you had said sternly.

Your jaw clenched as your fists bawled at your side and you were to your feet before you could even think. Your hands moving with a mind of your own as you tore your dress and small clothes from your body, before wrapping the robe around yourself. 

Your door was swung open and your bare feet were padding against the floor, as you made your way through the dark hallways. Once you reached your destination you hesitated for a moment, and it would be the last time of the night. Your chance to turn back. To push these ridiculous thoughts from your head, but you did not. Instead you raised your hand connecting with the wood. 

It took less than a second before the door opened. Maekar stared down at you, his eyebrows were furrowed together. He breathed your name out, and you couldn’t quite place what it was laced with. 

Your eyes flicked from his violet eyes to his lips and in a flash you were stepping forward pressing your mouth to his, pushing him into his chambers. He reacted instantly, his hands lacing through your hair as you kicked the door shut. Your back immediately met the wood causing you to moan slightly. 

As if that had awoken him from his trance he immediately pulled away putting spacing between the pair of you. He stared at you, eyebrows drew together as the dilemma was clear on his face. He wanted you just as much as you wanted him, but that was still wrong. You were Baelor’s wife, the mother of his children, his future Queen. 

“This is wrong,” he told you, but you could tell he was trying to convince himself more than you. He would not shame you. Never you. 

You were not an idiot. You had seen the way he looked at you recently, the way he even reacted that night when you had pretended to moan his name when hiding from Baelor. He wanted you, and that was wrong. It went against everything, but it changed nothing. 

“It is,” you confirmed, you were not going to argue with him. “I warned him this would happen…I promised it even,” you added with a shrug. 

He blinked at you, his hands opening and closing at his side as he tried to stop them from reaching back out to you. “What?”

“I told him that night that I would fuck you without hesitation if he began to neglect me once more. So, he has been warned, and now I am here. Offering myself without hesitation,” you said. You pushed yourself off the door as your hand moved to the tie of your robe pulling it free as it pooled as your feet leaving you completely bare to the man in front of you. 

His eyes moved taking you in, before they met yours once more, “Fuck it,” he muttered before shooting back forward. His mouth reclaiming yours like the starving man he was. Your back met the door once more as his hands moved across your flesh. Your hand moved to his throat firmly gripping him, squeezing slightly as if you were holding him there afraid he would pull away. 

He would never pull away from you. 

He would have made time for you, echoed in your head.

His mouth moving down your throat nipping at your throat, harshing, breaking the skin and marking you. Your hand moved from his throat to work away the clap of his doublet, as he straightened allowing you to shed the doublet before pulling the tunic over his head. 

You shoved him back, your eyes trailed over his bare chest with a pleased smirk, taking a step back toward him. Your finger tips trailed across his flesh, pimpling in your wake. Your touch ghosted lightly over faded scars until you moved forward, your tongue dragging across them causing him to shiver. 

Then your hands moved to the string of his pants as you continued to lick the jagged skin of previous wounds. His trousers pooled at his feet and his breeches were soon to follow as he kicked them out of the way watching you intently. 

Your mouth descended downward causing his throat to bob slightly as he tensed slightly in anticipation. He watched you carefully as you sank to your knees taking the sight of his hardened cock. He half expected a reaction, something too small to show he was not adequate to Baelor in some way, just like most of his life, but you did not grant him anything that showed that. 

Instead you looked up at him through your lashes as your tongue circled around his tip. You did not tease him, which was something he was extremely grateful for, but as soon as you took him in your mouth he moaned lowly. He squeezed his eyes shut, as his fists bawled as he fought the urge to spill down your throat at the feeling alone. 

You began to move up and down his length, as you hallowed your cheeks out. He was a string of curse words and whispered praise as your mouth worked up and down his length. If your mouth felt this heavenly he could hardly wait to feel your cunt. Then without warning he pulled free from your mouth knowing that if it lasted any longer he was sure to shoot down your throat as if it was the first time he had been with a woman all over again. 

His hand moved to your throat wrapping around it harshly as he pulled you to your feet. He stared at you a moment taking in your appearance. You looked completely and utterly wrecked. Your hair a mess from his hands, saliva dripped down your chin as you grinned up at him, and your eyes looked much darker than normal as your pupils looked completely blown. 

Your back met the door once more as he held you there, as his mouth moved, connecting against yours. A clash of teeth, displaying just how badly the pair of you wanted each other, even though it was completely wrong and the Gods no doubt frowned down at you, but that was a problem from a later problem. Right now neither of you cared your minds a tunnel only focusing on the end which was the clear image of the other.  His free hand trailing down your stomach, as he continued to conquer your mouth with his tongue.

His fingers finally found the warmth inbetween your thighs, as you spread your legs for him,  “You are fucking soaked,” he muttered. 

“Mhm. Already better than I had been picturing,” you groaned as his fingers ran through your folds, pinching your swollen clit causing you to moan, your nails digging into his shoulder as he squeezed your throat in retaliation. 

Your words settled in his brain, shooting down to his length causing it to twitch slightly at the thought. You had been picturing this, just like had. His hands pulled away from you causing you to whine slightly. He reached down gripping underneath your ass as he carried you across the room, your mouth biting harshly into his shoulder causing him to groan. 

You broke the skin, redness pooling from the wound causing you to lick it up soothing the sting with your mouth. His fingers dug into you as he dropped you down onto the mattress. 

You pushed yourself up onto your elbows watching him. He reached out wrapping his hand around your ankle before tugging you to the edge. He settled on his knees as he pried your legs apart, his mouth moving to the soft skin of your thighs. 

He bit his way up them, sucking and baring his teeth making sure to leave his mark in a trail, as moved toward your pooling cunt. His tongue felt like heaven, as he dragged it up savouring the taste on his tongue.   

“You taste so fucking good,” he groaned agasint your cunt, sending a vibration causing you to arch into. The thought of how his brother could have been neglecting you when you tasted this good, looked this good, and felt this fucking good came to the front of his mind. He could find no excuse as nothing as his duty as prince or Hand could ever compare to this. You could hear him groaning into you as he devoured your cunt greedily, bringing you to your first climax of the night with his tongue alone. 

Your mind was still fuzzy as you felt like flipping you over, onto your belly. His hands moving to your hips. You immediately arched offering yourself back to him, he took his cock in his hand as he dragged it through your folds gathering your slickness as he leaned forward his tongue dragging down your spine as licked up the sweat that started to gather. 

He pushed into you with once thrust causing you to cry out, your hands moving forward to grip the sheets. “Oh, fuck you are so tight,” he groaned, as his fingers gripped into your hips. He stayed still for a moment attempting to let you adjust. 

“Move,” you then instructed. 

“Against a nicely, pretty girl,” he countered, as he stayed still even as you tried to thrust your own hips back into him, but his grips just held you tightly, not allowing. 

“Please, move Maekar. Please,” you then begged, causing him to grin slightly. 

He immediately gave you what you wanted as he began to thrust in and out of you, setting a deliciously brutal pace that threatened to make you forget anything, but him. “Oh, fuck, Maekar,” you cried out. 

“Yeah, yell my name. Let everyone know who is fucking you this good.”

“Maekar!” you cried out again, again and again. His name fills the room and no doubt the halls of the Keep. The sounds of his balls slapping against your ass mixed into the sweet chaos as his hand reached forward wrapping around your hair giving it a harsh tug as he pulled you up straight. 

“So full. So fucking full,” you cried out, as he thrust into hips snapping quickly as you arched into him.

“You were fucking made for me,” he then declared, as the pressure in your spine began to build as well as the coil in your belly threatening to snap already. 

“All yours,” you then declared, completely unaware of what the words did to him. Here you were, his brother's wife claiming that you were all his. Not Baelor’s. You weren’t even thinking of your husband. You weren’t moaning his name nor taking his cock. You were Maekar’s, even if only for tonight alone, but Gods he hoped it wasn’t only for tonight. Now that he had you he wasn’t sure he could ever give you up. 

His hand moved to your throat giving it a hard squeeze causing you to cry out loud, he could feel you squeezing around him tightly causing his hand to trail down your front until it moved pinching your clit, “So close, Maekar,” you cried out. 

“I know give it to me, pretty girl,” he grunted, continuing to fuck into you.

Your vision went white as you came with the cry of his name, your cunt clamping down around him like a vice causing him to instantly spill into you at the feeling as he called out your name repeatedly as if it was prayer, as if you were his savior, and you were allowing him to enter heaven by allowing him to be inside you. 

He held you against him for a moment as he twitched inside you, painting your walls with him. He moved his fingers from your clit as he pulled out of you causing you to whine as you felt empty. “Shh, shh. I got you sweetheart. You did so good. Took me so perfectly,” he cooed as he moved, laying you down on the bed gently. 

He moved, grabbing a cloth cleaning the both of you up, and when he returned back to you, he smiled slightly. You were half asleep wrapped in his sheets, causing him to lift them gently and slide in next to you. 

You moved immediately toward him as if there was a string connecting the pair of you. He pressed a kiss to the top of your head as you sighed dreamily. Maekar now wondered if Baelor would even notice that his wife was missing from their chambers or if he would be so tired in his bones that he would pass out without even noticing. But then he wondered if the man would know exactly where his wife had gone as she had warned him what would happen if he had dared neglect her once more and he had done just that. 

HIs thoughts were silenced as you curled into his side further, your head moving to rest on his chest as your hand gripped his side firmly as if you were scared he would pull away. He moved holding you tightly as his head rested against the top of yours and he allowed sleep to claim him. 

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You could not help, but constantly compare Dragonstone to Maekar. You did not know mean too. You did not even always notice that was what you were doing, and yet your mind constantly made the connections.

This was suppose to be a fresh start, a way to mend your marriage to Baelor, and yet it felt anything, but that.

You had wondered if it would be easier to go into the sea and to float away, mayhaps the boys could come with you and you could live your life in peace. Away from the heavy burden of the crown pressing down into you.

"Mum, did you hear me?" your eldest asked causing you to turn from the crashing washes you hoped would eat you hole to him.

Valarr, six and ten stared at you, blinking awaiting your answer to whatever he had just asked.

"What?" you asked.

"When can we go home?"

You could feel your shoulders tense. Home. Valarr wanted to go back to the only home he had ever truly known, having lived in the capital since his father was named Hand of the King when he was only seven.

You moved toward him cupping his cheek, and he allowed you. Despite almost being a man grown himself he was still your son, and he knew that. You smiled at him though it did not quite reach your eyes, "I will talk to your father."

It was never hard to find Baelor throughout the day. He would always be in his chambers, perched over a desk reading through the ravens and different accounts he had been sent that day.

He looked tired. He looked as tired as you felt, and were sure that his emotions mirrored your own.

Dragonstone had not been in at all what you were expecting. There was conversation, but that often led to harsh words being exchanged. That the wounds inside you kept feeling as if they were being pressed on deeper rather than healing like they should have started to at this time.

The true problem was the Hand of the King never truly get a day off. Even being in an entire different castle. Even if he had promised his wife once more to allow them time to work on themselves.

"Valarr wishes to go home," you told him, finally causing him to look up from his work.

His face did something you could not name or mayhaps you just did not wish too tired of the same constant look. He pushed his lips together as his gaze trailed over you searching you for a lie that he would not find.

"Valarr or you?" he countered leaning back in his chair arms crossing over his chest.

You let out a scoff before you could stop yourself, "If I wished to go home I would tell you I wished to go home," you made your moved to leave thinking the conversation was over. That it would not progress any further from that point.

You were wrong.

"Maekar said it was more than sex."

You paused, slowly turning from the exit to your husband, "We're having this conversation again."

"It has been a month and you still will not give me a real answer."

It was the same thing over and over again. Beating the dead horse, despite how it never made a move to rise. You were suppose to be working past this, but instead it felt like you continued to go in circles.

Talking about Maekar ended no where, but a screaming match with doors slamming and sleeping in a cold bed alone for another night.

You swallowed. You did not want to lie. You would not lie to him, and instead you said, "Think about going back home…For your sons at least."

You left him with his thoughts, and that was not the smartest move, but you could not have known that then. Though you would figure it out soon enough.

The bruises on Baelor's face had begun to heal, but the ones deeper inside had not faded in the slightest.

He had conjured a story in his head. One that he would have been able to look past. That you sought Maekar out for company, that he was a warm body to fill the place of himself. That Maekar used you to numb some of the pain of being alone after Dyanna.

It was more than just fucking. It was more than any excuse he had made in his mind, and his brother had sent that idea crumbling straight into the ground with what he had told him that day in the courtyard.

'There…There is something that I cannot explain between the pair of us.'

He was not sure why he could del with the fact that you had slept with his brother, but not the fact you had feelings for him.

It felt different. More intimate. It hurt more this way.

And he knew. He knew, he knew, he knew that he was the one that had out the thought there. That he had give his blessing, but he was wrong. He was so very wrong, and thought you knew that.

You did know that, but you had also made your promise. You were a woman of your word, but he thought for once you were bluffing. And maybe you were at least at first.

He could put the pieces together. He could picture his brother slowly slipping into his place with you and even his sons. Even now they stull looked as if there were waiting for the boot to drop.

Maekar was for once what he was not.

Matarys and Valarr wanted their uncle.

You preferred his brother. Now every time he looked at you he wondered if you were thinking of him. If you stared out at the moon wishing he was by your side. If you ate meals missing Maekar's dry since of humor.

He was driving insane.

Baelor wanted you to feel something close to what he had. What he still felt. He wanted the pain inside him to stop. He wanted. He wanted. He wanted.

He was not truly sure what he wanted.

For the first time in his life he felt like he was at a loss. That he was not the perfect prince and Heir he was depicted as.

'That you have neglected your wife for moons and she finally had enough of it…came running to me and it kills you for once that someone choose me over you! The perfect prince wasn't fucking perfect for once.'

"Do you need something, m'lord?"

Baelor's eyes lifted up to the maid standing in front of him. She was younger, with big brown eyes and a bright smile. She was pretty. She was very, very pretty.

"Come here," he beckoned her forward. She did so with an eager grin moving across the floor quickly, "What is your name?"

You were tired, night after night with little sleep and you thought it had finally gotten to you.

Neither had turned to notice you and the irony in the situation was almost to funny. Two moons ago Baelor had walked in on his brother and yourself. Now you had walked in on him balls deep in a woman you could not identify even if you tried.

Whether it was the sleep deprivation or the simple fact you did not know how to react you laughed, loudly, finally catching their attention, "This really appears to be working on our marriage."

Within a flash Baelor was on his feet, the evidence of his hard cock staring at you. The unknown woman scrambled fixing her dress as they both gawked at you.

She opened her mouth, now realizing just who had caught them. Not just some random woman, but his o

"I do not want to hear your excuses. Leave before I change my mind," you told her, not sparing her a glance keeping your eyes on your husband.

The door shut and neither of you acknowledged it staring at the other. Despite laughing only a moment ago your face lacked at humor. Your eyes bore into him it was a wonder he had not dropped to the ground.

"Are you going to put pants on or should we fight with your cock out…because if it stares at me a moment longer I cannot promise I won't attempt to cut it off."

He blinked at you once before collecting his trousers from the floor pulling them to cover himself. "Was she all you imagined?"

"Was Maekar?"

"You want to know about how your brother is in bed, because I will tell you if that's what you want to hear."

You moved forward slowly, and it caused a chill to crawl up his spine. He awaited your next move in terror, "You want to hear about how nice his cock feels moving in and out of me or about how I scream his name?"

His jaw locked as you circled him. He felt like he was being hunted. He did not feel like the strong warrior, but instead as if he was mouth awaiting the trap you were setting for him."Did you picture me?" you asked, your nail dragging against his back muscles pain following your trail as you moved to now stand in front of him.

"Did you?" he countered.

"No," you replied honestly.

You watched his face do the thing from earlier, the same thing it had been doing for the last month. He shook his head, looking away from you, but you moved gripping his beard chin forcing his mismatched eyes on you, "You spent months neglecting me and I went to your brother for companionship. Can you really blame me?" you questioned.

You let go of him stepping backward, putting the distance between you as if it would dull the anger, but it did the opposite."Call it what it is," his voice was rising by the minute, the calm demeanor he typically wore back in King's Landing waiting for its prince.

"And what is it, oh wise, Baelor?" you asked, your arms crossing over you chest. Your voice remained even but your began to shake with the pent up rage.

"You love him!"

You stared at him for a second, the realization settling deep in your bones like a dull ache that never quite faded. He had spoken it into the world. Something that you had been ignoring for weeks, because it was more than sex.

But if you ignored it would go away

Baelor apparently did not share that same thought, "So you thought sticking your cock into some random maid would dull that? If anything you made it worse you idiot!"

"You slept with my brother!"

"And now I am going to do it again as soon as we get back to King's Landing," you declared.

He opened his mouth to say something, but there was nothing more you wanted to hear, "We are returning to King's Landing. I expect you to make the preparation on the morrow or I will write to your brother to handle, because I can aat least trust him to make good on his word."

Spinning on your heels the door feeling as it had rattled the castle. The waves crashing outside, angry and violet felt dull in comparison to the rage of storm he had just created.

"Oh, fuck," Baelor cried out crumbling to his knees just like his marriage just had.

Maekar Targaryen had seen battle. He was the Anvil for Sevens sake, and here he was staring at your letter as if he was four and ten trying to court a woman for the first time.

You made his heart race. You made a warmth spread through him that he thought had been buried alongside his wife.

"This is so fucking stupid," he muttered staring at the letter, and yet he still did not open it.

He moved toward the widow staring out at the night sky. He on several occasions had debated taking his children back to Summerhall. To his proper seat, but some deep part of him still held out hope you would return soon. For his children of course, and definitely not because he missed you.

He closed his eyes and let your face filled his sight instead of the back of his eyelids, and if he focused hard enough he could hear your laugh,"This is ridiculous," he muttered once more, but his voice was already softer.

His eyes opened slowly as he looked to the moon, wondering if you were staring out at it like you did when sleep evaded you. Or perhaps you were already deep asleep in his elder brother's arms.

Finally with shaky hands and one last glance at the moon he opened the letter. He treated the parchment with such delicacy you would swear this was not the same man who had earned the title of the Anvil.

Dearest Maekar, On the morrow my boys and I will set out making our way back to Dragonstone. With or without your brother's permission. I will see you soon.

His fingers ran over every word, tracing the letters that you had written with him in mind, "She's coming home," he breathed out, and there was too much emotion threaded through his words for a man who was suppose to be treating you like only a good-sister.

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