Valarr and Kiera of Tyrosh, fanfiction
Mature content!
Modern A/U
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He rises off her and immediately gets off the bed. Looking for his trousers, which are folded on his chair, like they always are. Kiera reaches for her jumper. She's got a sports bra on. But there's something unseemly about being in her husband's room in just her bra and underwear. She always felt scrutinised by her new husband, without clothes or not.
Valarr goes to the bathroom and cleans up. Returning with a glass of water and a box of paracetamol.
"Are you in any pain?" He asks. His multicoloured eyes, dull.
"Val, this isn't the first time that we've....." Kiera begins.
"I know...but still" Even after sex, he can't really look at her.
"Was it.....do you like, what we do here?" Kiera pulls her pink V neck jumper over one arm.
"It's not really about liking or disliking. Or good or bad nights" Valarr mused. "My family need heirs. My parents want sons"
"I don't think Prince Baelor really cares either way? He seems like the most jovial prince!" Kiera puts her jumper over her head. Feeling swarmed by the jumper, she feels protected all of a sudden.
"How would you know? You're too busy bar-hopping that you haven't met my father yet?" Valarr wipes his face with a cold flannel.
"Val that's not fair, you said that I don't have to do any royal duties until March. And with my friends living on palace grounds....."
"Kiera that's enough" Valarr quipped, his tone bordering on harsh. "We're done now. Please make your way to your own room"
As Kiera gets up to put her leggings on, Valarr swiftly goes back into the bathroom.
