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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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