#jacaerys

its almost laughable how confident you were you would have a quiet peaceful week to do some mundane tasks you never got around to with him around. it was peaceful, for a few days, before suddenly every major news is posting about your boss and you're rushing to the office for an emergency pr meeting at 10 pm.

instead of finding it out from your job or maybe even the news tab on google. you had found out from popbase. like a fucking loser.

its not like he wasn't allowed to date. he was of course, in private. it looked better for business if he was available. so all the business partners daughters or even wives could ogle at him like hes eye candy and beg their wealthy parents or husbands to invest in targ industry's so they could see him again. or if they were lucky get a chance to speak with him.

he'd turn up the charm, flash a smile and suddenly you were getting signed contracted passed along your desk the next morning. it was simple. it worked.

now the team had been scrambling around to issue a formal pr statement, you've probably rewritten a draft statement about twenty times. it didn't help that nobody from Cassandra's team had even bothered to respond to any of your emails.

that ridiculous part of your brain was thankful for all the mess because if you really had any time to think about it you would be devastated. you had no reason to be upset. he was your boss, the two of you didn't even communicate outside of work related conversations, you didn't see him outside of work related events. none of that seemed to matter to your heart since whenever you had a free moment you would look at the pictures posted by tmz with them walking together in the streets of Sicily and feel sick.

it didn't help that he seemed to be purposefully ignoring you. he had been answering his mother, he send a couple emails to addam from the pr team, hell he had even sent an email to criston from the it team who he can't stand. yet it was complete radio silence from him to you. you had cc'd him into a few emails which he seemed to purposefully wait until someone else replied so he can chime in. then of course there were the texts. the stupid texts you had sent him that you grew to regret more and more as the days past.

it had been 2 am, you were still stuck in he office the night the news broke answering emails from whatever weirdo was up at that time of night sending in inquires about the news. you finally had a quiet lull when you pulled opt your phone and shot him a text. the first one was a basic one, wishing him well with a gentle reminder to check his inbox. the second one was the one that you regretted, staring at it now you can't believe you even hit send on it.

'Also, I hope you're enjoying your romantic trip! You deserve the break!'

why would you send that. it didn't help that the little read at 4:05 am sat at the bottom of the text, mocking you. you we're going to be fired. you were so fucked. lost in your own despair you don't notice the presence in front of you before a gentle hand comes down to knock on your desk. your head snaps up and you immediately go to stand before her hand comes down to rest on your shoulder. "come on I've known you for long enough you don't need to stand every time you see me."

rhaenyra was a sweet woman. you had always pictured ceo's to be rude or scary but she was always kind and always took the time to show her appreciation for her employees, including you.

"of course ma'am." she gave you a funny look before sighing."you should go home, take a half day." you roll your neck before shaking your head, as much as you wish to the triple digit number next to your unread emails prevented you from having it.

"i have so much work to catch up on…" the pointed look she gives you has you rethinking how you planned to end the sentence. "but could i cash that in a different day? i swear i will." you can clearly tell shes reluctant to agree but she knows you well enough to know you wont leave even if she tells you too. "fine. but you will cash it in." you eagerly nod while she rubs the bridge of her nose. she leaves with another pointed look telling you not to overwork yourself.

you stay until 10 pm that night. the only reason you even leave is addam walking by your desk and dragging you out with him for the day. "the boss will be pissed if i let you stay." you tried to argue with him but he wouldn't take no for answer. you didn't get to talk to addam much, thankfully because the only times you ever needed to speak to pr meant bad times, but when you did he was a little shy but he was definitely very convincing when he needed to be. especially since he threatened to tell rhaenyra you were still at the office at this time and you knew she would be mad at you.

"have you heard from your boss?" you press the parking lot button a lot harsher than you intended to at the mention of him. addam turns his head to give you a curious look as you put your head in your hands. "no." he gives you a second to add anything more to your answer but you don't, you hear him quietly hum to himself. "he shot me a text 10 minutes ago."

Oh. he's texting addam and not you. great. he doesn't even work with addam like that. you were so fucked. when you groan to yourself at his answer he catches the back of your blazer before you're able to walk off once you arrive in the parking lot. "okay what the hell is up with you?"

you snap. all your pent up anxiety over this comes spilling out of you as you turn to face him.

"i texted mr targaryen what i thought was an innocent text at the time but i guess he didn't like it since he's left me on read for days now and he's texting everyone else expect me which of course means hes going to fire me and im going to be left without a job and i love this job and i can't believe i fucked it all up!" you take a deep breath putting your hands on your knees to catch your breath like you just ran a marathon. addam had completely frozen in place during your whole rant, his mouth had dropped open in shock. "what could you have possibly said to him?"

you pull out your work phone and show him the text log. his face quickly drops into one of confusion when he reads the message. "hmm. you didn't say anything wrong. Marcus from marketing said something similar in the email chain." this news was meant to cheer you up but instead it just dampened your mood even more. "what did he say?" "he just sent a thumbs down emoji and said to get back to work."

thumbs down? what did a thumbs down emoji even mean in this scenario? you couldn't come up with an answer even on your way home, even as you got home and did your nightly routine. as you tried to fall asleep your brain was plagued with one singular question. why wouldn't he text you back? even if it was just too thumbs up the message even if it was a simple thanks why was he blatantly ignoring you?

you shouldn't even care this much. sure your job was on the line but you knew it wasnt your job that was making you upset. it was him. he was your boss, you had no reason to be upset he was seeing her. your rational thoughts couldn't quell the ache in your chest. it couldn't stop the frown on your face. it couldn't stop you from tossing and turning in bed that night.

your coworkers thought he was a bit rude. abrasive. sure he tended to have a nasty look on that gorgeous face and sure maybe he said things that could be taken as rude but you thought he was kind. kind not nice. he always made sure the staff room fridge was fully stocked, he bought the office lunch once a week, he never complained about people asking for time off for any reason.

he was never anything but respectful to you. of course you had a bit of a crush on him who wouldn't in your position. you spent practically every working hour with him. even if you weren't at work you spent most of your time thinking about him, about the job, the trips you needed to book for him, the meetings you needed to set up. everything your life practically revolved around him. anytime you found yourself day dreaming about kissing him or thinking about going on dates your tiktok algorithm liked to remind you that you weren't in love with your coworker you just spend the majority of your time with them.

maybe you did like him. now was not the time to be thinking of that. you barely get a wink of sleep before its almost an hour before you like to get ready for work. you feel like a zombie when you try to get out of bed. you text rhaenyra and ask if you can cash in that half day in the hopes of catching up on some sleep you missed. she tells you to take the day off and she'll see you tomorrow plus a follow up email that says if you even try to log in on your laptop she'll have the it team remotely shut you out.

you shut off your work phone and throw it in your bag with your laptop before you can regret saying yes. you deserve a day off. the last couple days have been shit its good to take a break. you finally manage to fall asleep after you agree. with your work phone and laptop off you miss the plethora of messages you get during the day.

you wake up in the late afternoon for the first time since you started working at targ industry's. even if you didn't work on weekends your body has become so conditioned to waking up early you can't break that habit. you have a normal day off. you eat lunch, you catch up on your chores, watch a movie, its nice. so caught up in your relaxation you don't even think of checking your work stuff.

you wake up the next day feeling a lot better, maybe rhaenyra was right and you should take some more time off. but today was not that day. its Friday, that means one more day until the weekend and three more days until jacaerys is back in the office. all you can do is pray that your work day ends before 8. 6 if you're lucky.

Greg at the front desk gives you a worried look as you greet him. you don't have time to worry about it you're already a few minutes late. just. as your about to power back on your work phone at your desk loud thundering footsteps catch your attention. your breath catches as you see him, he looks furious. maybe you were imagining things but you swear you saw his face shift once he spotted you. you were watching too many romcoms.

you were so distracted by him you didn't even notice Doug trailing right after time. Doug was head of pr, if he was speaking to jacaerys it clearly had to be serious. you had no idea what they had been talking about he looks more and more irritated the more Doug speaks to him.

"in my office. now."

his eyes only leave yours once he walks past your desk. the harsh look jacaerys gives Doug stopped him right in front of your desk. jacaerys slams his office door shut. you turn your head to see him pacing around his office. dough catches your attention by letting out a loud sigh, you watch as he runs his hands over his face, clearly looking upset. he lets out a shout at his phone ringing and you flinch. Doug was a very serious man from what you knew, it was strange to see him all out of sorts.

"can you please try talking some sense into him." even if it was phrased like a question the tone of his statement was clearly meant to be a demand before he stormed off, phone to his ear.

what the hell was happening.

you're frozen at your desk for a few moments as you try to comprehend what had just happened. why was Doug so upset? why was jacaerys back already you very distinctly remember ordering his return flight to be this upcoming Sunday. you had scheduled the car to be there to pick him up from the airport just two days ago.

his office. you were supposed to go to his office. is this the moment where you get fired?

you close the door gently behind you, letting ut a shaky breath before you turn around to face him.

fuck he was so hot.

he was gripping at the collar of his neck while he sighed, the anger and irritation clear on his face. his jaw clenched tightly as his free hand runs along his scrunched up face. the last time you saw him this mad was when he found out one of the guys from marketing had been harassing you during a company dinner, he had been at it for weeks but you never said anything because you didn't want it to effect work. jacaerys had seen him harshly grip your wrist and snapped. he clearly cared a lot about his staff.

"i can get you some water sir-"

"why would you say that to me?"

you froze. your heart feels like it just dropped out of your ass and on to the floor. the 'im sorry?' you let out is meek and quiet. he was about to fire you. this was it this was the end. you enjoyed your time here, you enjoyed him being you very hot boss. it was over.

if it was even possible he looks even more irritated at your words.

"i can take the press, my staff, fuck even my own mother thinking it was some romantic honeymoon trip. but you?" he almost sounded hurt. no. he did sound hurt. the look on his face was one of despair.

what?

it's like your mind had suddenly turned into mush. everything was being thrown at you so fast you shakily sit down in one of the chairs in his office as you try to gather your thoughts.

"im sorry if i overstepped my professional boundaries sir i promise i will never do it again…" your words trail off as you watch him begin to pace around as you speak. "i really love this job i promise to never make such a mistake again."

you were going to be fired this was it. you would have to say goodbye to addam, rhaenyra, and Greg you really liked those guys. it was over this was it. you don't even notice hes stopped pacing, the look on his face has changed at the sight of seeing you so upset. he doesn't want you to be upset. he says your name softly at the same time as you bring your laced hands up in front of your face. "please don't fire me! im so sorry!"

the room is quiet for a few moments. you cant even bring yourself to open your eyes as you hope with all your body he will change his mind. you hear him move, and suddenly your hands are being brought down from in front of your face. your eyes peak open and you are greeted by the sight of his relaxed, beautiful, face. "darling. im not going to fire you."

…..

what? "what?"

he laughs. its small its more of a chuckle but still he laughs. "did you really think i was going to… no no i swear I've never planned to fire you." he covers your hands with his, you notice he's knees are touching the ground. oh my god he's kneeling. "why would i fire you?"

"because you didn't respond to my text… and that sounds super dumb now that I've said it out loud." he smiles, he has such nice teeth… that's such a weird thing to think.

"I'm sorry i wanted to explain everything to you in person." a more serious expression falls on his face as his grip on your hands tightens "Cassandra followed me to Sicily i didn't invite her and she called the paps to spot us together."

a dragged out oh falls from your lips as you feel yourself switch into work mode. "have you informed security?" he waves your concern away with his hand before he stands, the irritation returning to his features.

"i tried to rush home especially after you had messaged me but some of the business partners met me out there and i had to stay for longer than i wanted to." you don't get why your message had anything to do with his decision but you keep your mouth shut as he continues to speak. "when i arrived yesterday you weren't here and pr decides their stupid grand plan will be for me to pretend to date her for a year before we have some dramatic break up."

he slams his hand on his desk as his head twists trying to unwind the tension he feels in his body. he was so so so irritated yesterday and all he wanted to do was see his pretty secretary that day but she never came in. he thinks he had been so pissed he had made one of the boys in pr cry.

"what good would that do?" "something about it being good for business. my 'image' will improve if im shown im able to settle down." you knew he wasn't a playboy despite the fact the tabloids loved to push that narrative. he liked to flirt with the ladies, it was good for business no matter how much it used to make your stomach ache. he never slept around, he never went on dates, even when girls threw themselves at him he would always just come back to you and tell you he's done for the night.

its a good idea. the reception to the news has mostly been positive, Cassandra stans mostly glad the guy she's chosen to date is actually hot. the business part of you wants to tell him its a good idea, do what Doug asked you to do and convince him its good for business. yet that stupid selfish maggot inside your brain tells you to say its an awful idea. because you don't want to have to be the one to schedule fake dinners and call the paps to spot them doing on walks or concerts together. you didn't want to have to see the two of them together. you didn't want the possibility that it could turn into something real on the table.

"im not going to do it." his voice cuts through your thoughts before you can even bring yourself to speak. it had not even occurred to you that you had been sitting in silence. he had been waiting for you to speak. "you should." you look down at your lap instead of at him. you miss the way his face turns into one more sour, the way his posture stiffens. "don't say that. please don't say that."

you compose yourself enough to look up at him and quickly regret it. he looks devastated. he looks like a soppy wet puppy, was he pouting? "why not? its a good idea-," he quickly turns frantic as he rushes towards you, grabbing your hands from your lap and kneeling in front of you once more. "you should stand up sir-"

"how could you ask me to pretend to be date her when i am in love with you."

you feel like a bucket of cold water just got poured over your body. you must have misheard him. maybe he thought he was talking to someone else? he looks confused by the look of horror on your face. "you must have known, you must know.." he trails off as you stand, walking a couple paces away from him as you try to calm yourself down.

"how was… how am i.." you cover your face with your hands as if it'll do something. maybe if you just pretend he didn't say anything you can move on. its not like you weren't happy to hear that of course you were but there's no way he's being serious. of course you're a catch but a jacaerys targaryen level catch? young rich heir to a multi million dollar business bachelor jacaerys? your boss?

you don't get to see how distraught he's become. he had thought you knew. he had thought he was making himself obvious. he would barely give other girls the time of day, if you didn't bring in lunch to work he would buy you some, he would take some of your work load so you wouldn't be as burdened, he would share things with you he wouldn't dare tell anyone else, he let you talk to him more casually since that seemed to get you to relax. he would put a new bouquet of flowers on your desk ever week. he was a fool.

now he's made you uncomfortable. now you'll quit, go work somewhere else and he'll never get to see you again. he's so sick to his stomach he might throw up.

"im sorry. I'll take it back. we can act like to conversation never happened. i can have you moved to a different department. I'll accept the pr relationship contact from Doug-"

"don't."

your voice cuts through his ramble like a hot knife through butter. he finds himself struggling to breath as he stares at your back. you've wrapped around arms around yourself in a hug, you still haven't turned back to look at him.

"don't what?"

"the pr relationship. don't do it."

he hears you take a sharp breath in before you turn around. his stomach plummets at the sight of your glossy eyes. his brain moving a mile a minute on what he can do to get you to not cry. maybe he should just open his window and throw himself out the tower. he cannot bring himself to be hopeful about your words at how upset you look. "why not?"

you chuckle to yourself as he throws your words back at you. he smiles tightly when you do.

"because… if you're not fucking with me. i really like you too." you have a shaky smile on your lips as you finish speaking.

warmth spreads throughout his body as a huge grin ends up on his face. he lets out a huge sigh of relief as he has to use the chair to help himself stand up, his legs feel like jello from how otherworldly he feels. you laugh at him and he loves it. the two of you move towards one another until you're close enough to wear he can cup your face.

you feel like you're dreaming. the way he's looking at you is something you've only ever dreamed about. he looks at you like you've hung the moon and stars, you're sure your face says the same. "let me take you to dinner." his thumb traces your cheek as you grin. "just dinner?"

"dinner. and your companionship. forever?"

you don't know who leans in first but regardless you two seal the deal with a kiss.

you'll probably freak out later. you might even faint after he pulls his soft lips away from yours. but you'll worry about that later. after work.

upon seeing his mother and daemon’s affection with each other, jacaerys grew curious of what it would be like to fully surrender yourself in the hands of someone else; to let go of whatever armor you wore suit, and to bare yourself naked, figuratively and well.. literally, in front of someone else you hold dear.

he only had limited time to think about certain thoughts, for the realm is in havoc and they were caught up in the middle of a conflict within their own house, within their own name. he wanted to do everything in his hands and beyond, for his mother’s throne and birthright, for their family.

jacaerys smothered his hands on his face, growing restless and frustrated over what was happening in the realm, of how rhaenyra was in deep distress. he was in the middle of writing a letter, the raven patiently awaits and perched on the window in his chambers; he once again thinks of what could happen on this evening, or in the following days.

the maid entered his doors, knocking politely on the wooden opening that allows him his own privacy, he looked up and saw you carrying a tray with a pitcher and a glass. “your grace, the queen ordered me to bring you hot milk as she thinks you have been in trouble having sleep.” you were looking down, deeply aware of the differences in your status, knowing better than to meet his gaze.

it was that very reason that you missed the way jacaerys looked at your form, of your smooth skin and the way your hair was held into an updo, emphasizing your bare neck. he heaves a sigh, feeling as if his head was once again getting filled with curiosities and ideas. he had known you, for a while in fact, gracefully doing your duties and making yourself seem smaller—but he never fails to miss you. in each time you walked into a room, clearly oblivious of the set of gazes thrown at your way, you were never unseen, no, not completely.

“stay for a moment.” he uttered when you were placing the tray on top of his table. there was a moment of shock, for you thought jacaerys mostly kept matters to himself. if he is in need of something, surely there would be a better choice than you.

you finished setting the tray on the table, making sure it does not touch the number of blank papers and books, and to ensure it would not fall towards the ground, “yes, your grace?”

he moves his chair away from the table, his body now directed towards you; there was a hint of worry in his face, and you thought it was a desperate moment for him. you allowed yourself to prepare, racking up the knowledge you have over the houses, recounting the events that had happened with regards to the throne; moreover, you allowed yourself in a headspace to feel, if in any case he needs to be consoled.

“what do you know about.. coupling?”

that was something you can never prepare for. The prince, the queen’s first-born, asking about marital duties and in a tone so plain and simple you could not comprehend it as quickly as you could.

there was a puzzled look plastered on your face, alongside a hint of light blush creeping under your skin, “your grace?”

“forget about it. you may go now.” he dismissed, going back into facing the table, picking up his quill as he goes, but not writing anything in the paper.

you got nervous initially, thinking that you have failed to do a simple duty, to answer when a question is asked—it could have been anyone else, but to fail the prince is considerably a grave mistake.

“i only know very little about coupling, your grace. we were taught about it back then, on how to please our husbands in the matters of producing a child.” you answered as quickly as you could, not knowing how to stop now since you fear of disappointing him, yet a new wave of unease just hits you. you were never given a permission to speak, as a matter of fact, you were dismissed. yet here you are.

“must it only be done when producing an heir? is that only the purpose of it?” he looks up from his table and continued where the question was left off, whatever it was that he was trying to write is completely forgotten now.

“i do not think so, your grace. my mother said it could also be done if you want to please your husband, if you want to pleasure them.” you scrambled to look at anywhere else but him. there was a small fidget from you as you play with your fingers, finding anything else in his chambers to look at instead of feeling the weight of his stare.

“must it always be between husband and a wife?” he spoke again in the gentlest of tone, not breaking his gaze on you and plainly seeing the tensed expression you have.

you wondered how and why he had led to think of these matters, you wanted to ask what prompted him to think of it, and how or when he started getting ideas.

“not entirely, your grace. the women in whore houses—”

“i was not talking about the ladies in those places. can it be done with a friend? or.. a maid?” he contemplated on the last question before saying it, as he himself was feeling anxious as well, careful not to make you feel any sort of discomfort.

“i.. i believe so.” the question hung in the air for some moment before you understood that it was your turn to answer, “if both persons allow it, your grace, i deem it should be possible.”

jacaerys stood up from his seat, almost a bit too hasty, that the wooden leg of the chair made a sound as it scratched against the ground when he made a move, he walks towards you, dangerously close, up until his breath fans over your face, “would you..”

you swallowed, hard, the proximity of your bodies and how the distance could almost come to a close in a mere second would have sent you fainting, but you stood still, a little voice in your head whispers just how much of this you can take some more. you couldn’t deny it, not anymore, how warm the room suddenly got and how he could easily send a shiver down your spine, and the worst of it all, he looked unaware of it, or he did know, except he didn’t let himself care.

the prince’s hand makes its way to your face, gently cupping your cheek with his warmth, his thumb softly brushing over your bottom lip and you parted it, almost out of instinct, almost naturally, as if this whole ordeal is something that occurs very commonly; he felt right, he felt safe. your mind lingered over past memories for a minute, how this certain boy captivated you since you got into dragonstone, since the moment your own house swore allegiance and loyalty to the one and only heir to the iron throne, queen rhaenyra. he stood quietly by her side back then, unassuming in the background while daemon talks, you briefly locked gazes and you saw comfort; you had known of what was happening, and how hell will break loose any second, between the queen and her half-brother—even more aware of the number of hours that jacaerys spends in solitude, an unexplored abyss deep within him, seen through the lenses of his eyes, and you felt an inexplicable urge to take care of him in little ways, like bringing milk into his chambers and masking it under the guise of being the queen’s orders.

a soft exhale escaped your lips and you looked up at him, at his pair of eyes that looked lonely when he thinks no one else is looking, at the same pair of eyes that burns in fury to defend his mother’s name—at the same pair of eyes that has been darkened by something else at the moment, something primal and all-consuming.

“would you allow me to learn of it?”

it was a simple question, not even uttered in a sense of giving an order or a command, he was asking you. the mere fact that he has asked a woman with a name who is not entirely known anywhere to bed him, when he could have done it with anyone else, with someone who is like him, someone with a name, someone who has the honor, someone who has the pride. yet when he placed his hand to caress your side, and his thumb rubbed on your lip, propping it open, all your worries seemed to evaporate and you were left with an empty state of mind.

you willed yourself near him, crashing your lips to his in a split second; your once-shy arms seemed to have a mind on its own and wrapped itself to him, as if you needed to grasp but careful enough not to make it hurt, as if you needed him to anchor you before you fall into the deep end.

the shared kiss was passionate and intense, a certain matter of thirst needed to be quenched and it could only be done with this. you were never letting go no matter how sloppy it has gotten, jacaerys’ inexperience was noticeable at first but he has always been good at following orders and you knew he was always quick at learning things. he opened his mouth to gasp any amount of air and you took the liberty for yourself to slip your tongue inside, and he made a sound, almost a whine and you thanked yourself you were not too lost in the moment to register the kind of noises he makes. you explored within, willingly and messily; and you felt his hand encircling on your lower back now, hugging you even tighter, pressing his body further into you.

then you pulled away.

“is this your first time, your grace?” you struggled to breathe for air, wiping the side of your mouth with the back of your hand. he could only nod, a light shade of pink crept its way into his cheeks as he looks away, similarly catching his breath after the steamy exchange.

you pushed him towards his chair, propping him downwards until he’s fully seated; he looked baffled, crossing his eyebrows in the process but obliged without questions.

“it would be my honor to teach you a few things, your grace.” there was a hint of pride in you now, jacaerys was always following orders, whether it’s from rhaenyra, daemon or rhaenys, he would be following regardless. his utmost compliance boosted a certain confidence in you, the idea of having him on his knees, the absolute fact that the queen’s first-born son is right at your mercy.

it was deep in the night when you hand-delivered the milk, yet you worry that someone might come in and push past the doors, so you wasted no more time, for you did not know if something as completely bizarre and euphoric, such as this, could ever happen again. You kneeled towards him, never tearing your gaze away, he straightened himself on the chair, his arms already prepared to stop you from kneeling but you ignored him and placed both palms against his lap, applying enough pressure as it trails upward, a small grin paints itself onto your face upon seeing just how clueless he gets at every movement demonstrated.

you started pulling on the strings of his garments, the dent on his clothes is almost impossible to ignore, even more so now that it has created a wet patch. once done, you urged him to raise himself from the chair to pull the linen downward, freeing his hard cock in the process and throwing away his clothes elsewhere. you took a quick observation, for someone who has not experience anything thus far, he appeared clean, the hair just below his abdomen was trimmed and its tip glistens with wetness, already leaking as it stands upright.

“i-is it bad?” he asks, keeping a tight grip on the chair’s arms with both hands, not knowing where else he could hold onto.

“you are perfect, your grace.” you smiled at him, genuine and pure, in hopes of smoothing away his worries and to only think of the pleasures that will come along.

“jace. please. please call me jace.” he uttered in a small voice, his breathing growing heavier now, and beads of sweat forming on his forehead.

“as you wish, jace.” you held onto his shaft, earning a loud gasp from him as he jerked from his seat, “since we are asking nicely, jace, please let me know if you feel good, what does not, then you can learn from that.” the hold on his cock has been gentle at first, slowly increasing in pressure and pace as you make a suggestion. jace nodded eagerly, not quite bothered by his labored breaths now as he struggles to maintain a stable composure.

you guessed that he was sensitive, and you wanted to see how much more you could make a mess out of him in this regard; so you started pumping, stroking his cock languidly but careful not to touch the leaking tip. your other hand tries to calm him down by placing it on top of his lap, the tensed muscles lets you know he’s far from being relaxed, and you revel in it anyway.

“that’s good..” he whispered, closing his eyes as he leans back on the chair, one would think he’s slowly getting used to it, yet his hands that are getting almost too pale from strongly gripping on the chair’s arms says otherwise.

you hummed, prideful to yourself with just how easy the words seem to flow out of him, and the other matter that it is so impossibly easy to please the man; you would think that he could already come undone just with your hands alone—and you can’t have that. not yet.

while his eyes remained closed, and his face contorted with both pleasure and bliss, you took the time to bring your mouth towards his cock, surrounding the tip with warmth. as expected, both of his eyes shot open in a flash, looking straight at you now while your tongue licks at his skin, the immediate hint of the salty taste enveloping your tongue and you pushed forward into his shaft, taking more of him into your mouth.

he groaned, naturally so, as one of his hand found its way on your head, placing it idly on top, not guiding, not commanding; his other hand kept its place on the arm of the chair, still holding onto it like his life depended on it, “gods.. that’s.. that’s good.” you feel him slightly thrusting to follow the rhythm you have set whilst sucking his cock, your head continuously bobbing as you take his length, fighting the urge to gag and choke as you try to take all of him right down on your throat.

“hold on a moment, please.. please slow down.” he spoke softly, almost coming out as a whisper and he genuinely wanted to push you off, yet his hands does not carry a weight on it as he holds your shoulders; he could only place it there, putting his luck to the old gods and the new, hoping they would grant his wishes.

“slow down, please, please..” it sounded somewhere in between a cry for help and a plea, he suddenly did not know how to sit properly, where to put his hands; you maintained your pace, not minding the way he practically begs for you to slow down and to stop. you wanted to push him closer to the end, eager to let the ropes snap, determined to bring him to the best of days. with both pace and intensity, you kept on attempting to swallow him whole, one of your hands then moved to cup his balls, fondling over on the soft sack and providing a sudden massage over the smooth area.

jace was never known for being mean, nor vulgar in any time of the day. he was careful, composed and most of the time, in control; though he usually grows angry and frustrated but he would always craft his words politely. that is why there is a genuine shock when you heard him mutter a string of profanities, multiple curses flew off from his mouth as he holds your head lower and more into his cock; gods be damned if he knew how to speak this way in so long, yet in another note, it does make sense, this man was around daemon for half of his life. He would naturally pick up a thing or two.

“move, please, stay back, i am about to—” he did not get to finish his sentence when you felt a spurt of liquid shooting into your mouth, painting the inside of your cheek with his load and he did release quite a lot. you swallowed, gratefully and obediently, shooting him a look in the process and carefully examining his face; jace is properly drenched in sweat, his pupils blown out as he recovers from his climax, eyes dilated and filled with awe and satisfaction. you contemplated how he was just airing out vulgarities a second ago and shifting into a polite beg of moving your head away.

his face reddens, “i-i’m sorry.. i did not mean to—”

you chuckled, “pay no mind, your grace. i wanted to taste you.” and only then did his face relaxed, slowly forming a smile as he pulls you closer up until you straddled on his lap. he kisses you deeply, with an ample amount of hunger, still, and you returned the favor in the same intensity. you wrapped your arms around his neck and ruffled on his hair while he attempts to slip his tongue inside your mouth; quietly and adorably mimicking your previous actions.

then you felt as if you were floating, jacaerys lifted you from his lap and you instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist, not breaking the kiss despite the jolt of surprise. he carries you to the table, the hot milk long forgotten now, the ink on the quill has all dried up. jace placed you gently on top of the wooden table, finally breaking the kiss as he looks downward, his pair of hands snaking on both of your legs, caressing the soft skin and leisurely making its way up.

“can i taste you too?”

you were rendered stunned, and it was your turn to be baffled now. the women who surrounded you before only given most of their thoughts and wisdom in terms of pleasing men—not receiving them. you looked away, expectant to see some answers or excuses to politely decline it, you did not know how it would feel, while it is true you have touched yourself beneath the sheets just before slumber, it would be an entirely different feeling to have someone else’s tongue.

“i—i do not know, jace. i have no knowledge of sorts when it comes to giving pleasure to a woman.” you cracked, finally, taking an ounce of shame as you respond in complete honesty.

jace’s grin grew bigger at that, “let me, please. teach me how, please, let me know how to please you.” he was already lowering himself, meekly keeping his gaze on your eyes, as he holds the hem of your dress, raising it until it sits on your abdomen, he deliberately removed your garments as you laid there, nervous and unmoving, your arms kept to yourself in fear of knocking over materials placed on top of his table, alongside you, that you presumed he deemed precious.

he carefully spread your legs wider, opening a pathway for him to thread on; jace stared at your cunt, examining it like the scales of the dragons. there was a genuine curiosity in his expression, his eyes filled with wonder; he willed his thumb to brush over it and you exclaimed, jolting at his warmth making contact on your pussy. he figured it was a sound out of pleasure, and drove him to do it again and again, until he pressed his thumb deeper, only to have it completely covered with slick.

“and this is..?” he wondered, prompting a question as he pause from scanning. he played with the wetness he gathered from your cunt, placing his index against his thumb to feel its slippery texture.

“arousal.. jace. it is a clear sign of arousal.” you answered, propping your elbows against the table to get a clearer sight of him in between your legs.

“are you aroused?” he had a genuine look of curiosity written all over his face, and you almost sneered at him, as if you had not been aroused since he walked towards you a couple of moments ago, as if seeing his face twist in fits of pleasure and experiencing climax has not made you squeeze your legs harder to feel an ounce of friction.

“very, your grace.” you simply answered, a gush of cold wind from his open window brushes lightly on your skin, bringing a handful of shivers on your bare cunt. jace was still very much captivated with your slick on his finger, he then brings it into his mouth, sucking on his thumb and letting the taste sit on his tongue before grinning to himself.

he wordlessly leans in closer to your cunt, wrapping his arms on each of your leg as he spreads it wider, allowing himself to have more room as he goes in to taste more of you. you shook at the sudden feel of his tongue rubbing on your clit, eliciting a soft moan, which caused you to place your hand over your mouth, muffling the sounds as a result, careful not to let the knights outside the chambers to hear what was supposedly the prince only drinking his serving of milk.

“do not shy yourself away from me.” he halted when he caught glimpse of what you were doing, you glanced at him, at his wet lips, a mix of his own saliva and your arousal, and it was more than enough to cause your head to blank out.

“the guards, your grace—”

“it would be a favor for them, i had imagined they would be delighted hearing something completely different from council debating over the realm’s conflicts.” jace dismissed your worries, though not fully convinced, you moved your hand away from your mouth as he resumed his own business.

it was all over the place, his tongue knows no bounds and directions of any sort, he was lapping like a madman, making it certain that every skin is marked with him. Jace being completely new to this kind of experience is rather adorable, at the start, but now you were feeling so incredibly and undeniably aroused that you just wanted to reach the high you’ve been wanting to achieve; with that in mind, you grabbed the prince’s hair, patches of his brown strands caught in between each finger and you simply yanked him in, pulling him further into you up until you felt his tongue closer to your sensitive nub, with just enough pressure. the way you moaned louder at that sensation did not escape jace’s ears, he wanted to please you more, wanted to see you pleasured real good, like how you did him on the chair.

the man raised his head lightly, getting another good look at your face before his index and middle fingers traced the lining of your cunt, spreading it open for him to access to; he did not know you were close, painfully unaware of the coiling tension inside your abdomen, he glances the way your nails were digging on his wooden table and a small smile curls up on his lips, as he knows he will be seeing the scratches one of these days while he works—and he will be left with a sweet memory. he did not know you needed a release, not yet, yet he licked on the newfound territory as if he belonged there, as if he knew exactly which places to give pressure on, and you were very clearly losing your mind; his warm and wet tongue was way beyond satisfactory, and you did not know you were pulling him rougher by his hair.

jace winces in pain, yet he paid no mind. he couldn’t get enough of you, of how you taste like; he had a previous thought that men who goes out to seek women in whorehouses were simply wasting time—and now that he had a taste of what pure bliss felt like, he knew he would not be stopping any time soon. You have opened the door to a whole new world for him, and it was more than enough to keep his frustration and rage at bay.

your toes curled at every time he hits a certain area in your cunt, at every moment he tenses his tongue and abuses your pussy with its tip; the growing release in your abdomen was all familiar, and you thought you’d be so, so close in a few—until he changed his attack. he had switched to sucking on it now, you didn’t know if it was a skill taught to him by someone else, or he was mirroring the way you sucked his cock earlier, or if he was trying something else—whatever it was, it simply reeled you closer to the edge, as he seemed to know where exactly to suck on, that little bead you have felt on your fingertips whenever you touch yourself.

you were close to screaming now, unable to contain your voice and unable to keep it in a very low volume, you kept his head close to where you want him, and he has been playing with you by both licking and sucking. “gods.. y-yes, right there!” you demanded, and jace found it amusing that you seem to have lost the initial modesty you have had before he spreads you open.

in seconds, you convulsed, violently shaking against the table, lightly raising your hips in the process as you see white; jace tried to hold you down, a wave of shock washing over him as he wonders what had occured; but he does know you have been wetter now, and another distinct taste fell on his tongue. he stood, “are you alright?”

a nod was the only thing you could do, smiling to yourself as you reached your climax once again. it was a completely different feeling to it, and you cannot tell yet if it was better than your own fingers, but you haven’t really trembled anywhere near that intensity, no matter how much you jog up your memory.

you got up, raising yourself from laying down and met his lips, there was a different taste on his lips, and you figured it must have come from you—considering how he was practically eating you just moments ago.

“was i good?”

you giggled now, fixing your clothes as you realize what just happened with the two of you, inside his chambers, a soft hint of pink pooled on your cheeks, “you must have sucked all life out of me, gods.” you stared at him, rubbing a thumb over his chin to clean off remnants of your release and he tilted his head lower, meeting your thumb and he had started to suck on it, not wanting to waste a single drop of what you just gave him.

there was a hint of tenderness in his gaze, almost too soft, and for some reason, this had changed the way you viewed him; on every glance, on every gazes met, on every halls where you could pass him by—you’d be forever reminded of his lips, his grip on your thighs, his pair of lustful and hungry eyes, his tongue on your cunt, and his cum that is a mix of sweet and salty.

“your grace, queen rhaenyra summons you.”

you were quick to move, jumping from the table and immediately tended to your appearance, there is a little discomfort of a warm, and sticky feeling trickling down on your thighs but you ignored it—walking out of his chamber is a top priority. he did the exact same thing, getting into the garments you previously discarded, he worried that your scent may have permanently marked him, especially his mouth, and he was already thinking of other ways to speak with his mother, in such a way that she does not get a single waft of your scent.

“i shall have my hot milk again on the morrow, bring it around the exact moment as you did on this evening.” he was back to this usual composed demeanor, as the guards opened his doors for him; you bowed your head slightly, silently praying the knights did not hear any sound from you.

Not of noble birth and yet very much acknowledged as such through the friendship you shared with the oldest children of Daemon Targaryen, Baela and Rhaena.

Your mother, a maid within the service of house Velaryon, your father a man unknown to you and a bond forged with those two girls so tight they had refused to leave you behind in Driftmark once they moved their home to Dragonstone.

You followed the across the Narrow Sea not as a lady with title and nether as a servant bound to the by duty. You followed as a friend, as someone to confide in when war and battle grew to big for them.

Though you held no claim to dragon or throne, not that you craved either, no one on Dragonstone thought it strange to find you at Baela’s side or with Rhaena’s hand hooked through your arm as the three of you wandered the halls.

Over the years you had become a familiar face within the castle as the cold stone itself, earning warm smiles from guards and servants alike and the occasional teasing remark from Prince Daemon, who insisted his daughters had adopted you long ago. As if he himself hasn’t started seeing you as someone to care for just as he did for his daugters.

The prince consort has never said it aloud, his brash character often off-putting and fear inducing, yet somehow there were little things that contradicted this entirely just like when it came to Baela and Rhaena.

He never asked whether you had eaten, yet somehow an extra place was always set whenever he knew you would return late with his daughters.

If training in the yard left bruises blooming across your arms, a jar of salve would mysteriously find its way to your chambers before nightfall without a servant ever admitting who had sent it.

When the sea winds bit too sharply atop Dragonstone's cliffs, Daemon would grumble at the three of you to "either come inside or freeze together," pretending his irritation had nothing to do with concern.

It was never spoken of, but everyone in the castle understood that any slight against you would be treated as a slight against House Targaryen itself. And for a girl born with neither silver hair nor noble name that was more you should ever be allowed to ask for.

Even the youngest princes, sweet and blissfully innocent, had taken to you like a moth to a flame. Joffery, Aegon and Viserys each demanding to be played with and told a story before bed whenever they had the chance to do so.

Lucerys, grown as he was and seeking the acknowledgement of his mother, still came to you as the young boy he still was. Lingering on the side, pretending he wasn’t as interested in the stories his little brothers greatly exaggerated until you quietly shuffled your skirts around to make space or listen to him talk to you about Arrax and how well he grew.

And then there was Jacaerys, Jace, the only one you willingly called by his nickname and the only one you felt truly comfortable enough to lower your walls of polite respect for the noble family. Then one who as heir to the iron throne should be the one you should be the most distant with and yet there was this unspoken understanding that both of you were allowed to simply be with the other.

IT was in those moments where no judgmental eyes of the court and council where you saw the oldest prince clearly. Not as an heir that was being shaped into the future of the 7 kingdoms, but as a boy that laughed at the silliest of jokes.

When duty weighed heavy on his shoulders, he’d come to you. Sometimes in the dark of night when nobody saw him walk to your chambers, sometimes when you were hiding out in the fields far above the sea. Until he was able to breath again.

In return, you never asked about what it was that had him feeling so frayed, simply listening, offering an ear that was not meant to tear down every thought the prince voiced out in front of the council.

And though neither of you were aware, both of you instinctually looked for the other first in a crowded room.

Jacaerys didn’t have time to himself very often. Not with the prying eyes of the court tracking every movement of his and his mother not allowing him to fight on dragon back as she did Baela or Rhaenys.

It frustrated him, making him feel useless and like a boy being scolded more then a prince wanting to fight for his queens claim to the throne.

Frowning, he left his mother and the lords behind once it was clear that he was no longer needed. Baela walked out just a little before he had, most likely already on her way to the dragonpit to mount Moondancer and Rhaena had left for Driftmark the day before. That only left Luke or you, and honestly, he’d rather go make his search for you then suffer of his brothers brooding.

His feet carried him through winding corridors almost without thought, guided by habit until he reached the sun-warmed terrace overlooking the sea from where he found you exactly as he’d hoped. Seated upon the ancient stone wall with your skirts carelessly bundled up so you could properly climb the stone without getting caught in the fabric of them.

As unbecoming as it was for a lady and as much as Jacaerys knew your own mother would scold you, he didn’t mind your little show of skin in the slightest. Gentleman as he was he of course didn’t look, but he really also didn’t care as long as you felt comfortable.

Yu looked up at the sound of his approaching footsteps, and before a single word was spoken, the tightness in his chest eased ever so slightly at the immediate smile spreading over your face.

“Now why do’s our noble prince look like someone has spat into his dinner?” you grinned, causing a quite laugh to leave his lips.

Leaning his forearms on the worn stone beside you the prince let his eyes trail over your face, the carefree teasing causing his heart to flutter as though he was flying with Vermax through the skies. “I’d prefer that to being stuck here and having to watch my cousin fly out.”

You hummed softly, turning your gaze back toward the endless stretch of dark water below. “Then perhaps Her Grace keeps you here because she knows Dragonstone would lose two dragons if you flew off after them the moment her back was turned.”

Jacaerys let out a long sigh, though the corner of his mouth betrayed him as it twitched upward. “You always have a way of making me sound unreasonable.”

“I don’t make you sound anything, Jace,” you replied with a playful nudge of your shoulder against his. “You usually manage that all by yourself.”

“Is that how you want to talk to your future king, my lady?”

You tilt your head at him unbothered, the wind tugging at your dress. “If my future king keeps sulking like a kicked hatchling, then yes, I think ixll risk it.” You say, eyes glinting with mischief.

Jacaerys lets out a short, incredulous breath though it breaks halfway into something softer as he shakes his head at you.

“I am not sulking,” he mutters, but the way he drops down beside you fully, shoulder pressing lightly against yours, tells a very different tale.

After a moment of silence, he adds quieter, almost reluctant, “I just… hate being left behind.”

Feeling bad for the prince you let your hand rest on his, squeezing gently to comfort you refused to look at him, wanting to prevent a scandal caused by an innocent touch.

“You know why she does it, and you know why the small council says it too. Jace, you aren’t just the son of your mother, you are heir to the throne! They are trying to keep you alive and not lose you to a reckless act of pride that might cost us your live,” you explained, understanding where the hesitancy to let him act came from more then he did. “I wouldn’t want to live knowing I have lost you.”

The last part was quieter in volume but loud in meaning and it had him look at you again. He opened his mouth to reply and got cut of by the load shriek coming from above as Vermax had found his rider sitting outside.

A thought struck the prince.

“Fly with me?”

Your head whipped around quickly, face falling a bit as the request registered within you.

“You are jesting, are you not?”

“Do you not trust me?” he shot back in an instant.

Shaking your head with wide eyes you jumped of your seat on the stones, skirt falling properly as layers on fabric returned to cover you once again.

“It is not a matter of trusting you, but Jacaerys, Vermax is going to eat me before I can even get close enough to touch the saddle!”

Jacaerys knew that Vermax would not harm a single strand of hair on your head as the dragon had taken a liking to you with the years that he rarely did with others.

Yes, his dragon was said to be ill-tempered and yes, more than one dragonkeeper had been on the receiving end of said temper over time but, you? You had been a different story. Always had been ever since you had arrived on dragonstone at two and ten and you had followed Baela right into the dragonpit.

You had stayed back, held your distance as you knew dragons were only really inclined to your riders and that just because Moondancer tolerated through association with her rider, the other bests would not be bothered if they set you on fire out of a mood.

Arrax had been small, not yet as much of a danger at that time, Vermax however had already been the size of a small horse and very capable of doing damage far greater then Luke’s dragon. And yet somehow, the green beast had only clicked and shook his scales , even going as far as to ignore the young boy Jace had still been then to investigate the newcomer.

Jacaery would keep the secret of why his dragon was so tolerating of you until the day he either died, or he somehow managed to convince his mother to betroth him to you.

“He would not. I would not let him harm you, I promise that.”

His voice softened as he stepped closer, the bravado slipping just enough to reveal the certainty beneath it.

You searched his face for any hint of doubt and found none, only quiet unwavering trust in the green beast.

With a reluctant breath, you finally nodded, letting him take your hand as he guided you down from the terrace and toward the distant roar of the dragonpit.

As if he had felt it the dragon came flying, settling low even as he saw you. His prying eyes not leaving you as Vermax watched his rider keep you close.

“Jace I’m not sure if—” you began, fear making your eyes shake and nearly cling to the princes arm the closetr you got.

Jacaerys only smiled, laying a reassuring hand over yours where it gripped his sleeve.

“Look at me, not him,” he murmured, waiting patiently until your frightened gaze left Vermax’s golden eyes to meet his own.

“You trust me when I ask you to listen, do you not?” he asked softly and when you gave the smallest nod, his smile widened. “Then trust that Vermax knows the difference between a stranger and someone his rider…” he hesitated for the briefest heartbeat, “…someone his rider cherishes.”

Vermax let out a low rumble that vibrated through the very stones under you before, to your utter surprise, lowering his enormous head until his snout hovered only a few feet away from you.

You stood frozen and not daring to breathe much as the warm dragon breath almost seemed to caress your face, smelling of smoke, ash and something you didn’t want to know while the great beast merely blinked at you with as much curiosity as you did. The fact that his teeth were mere handwidths away from your face di not seem to settle yet.

“See?” Jacaerys whispered beside you, unable to hide the pride softening his face as he watched his dragon all but demand your attention. “If he wished to frighten you away, we would both know it by now.”

Very reassuring, you thought.

With trembling fingers you slowly reached forward, expecting at any moment for the illusion of safety to shatter, yet Vermax only leaned into the hesitant touch against the warm scales his head, releasing a pleased croon that made the dragonkeepers nearby stop and stare in open disbelief.

Jacaerys smiled brightly because neither you nor anyone else could have known that Vermax had just accepted the girl his rider had long ago given his heart to.

“Not so bad, isn’t it?" He asked, the answer already knowing when you turned to look at him with wonder.

The prince let go off you, climbing up into the saddle fastened to Vermax’s back and held out his hand for you to take.

With shaking fingers you climbed up and settled behind him, feeling Jacaerys breath falter when your arms wrapped tightly around his waist.

The moment Vermax’s wings spread, the entire world seemed to drop away beneath you as the great beast launched into the air with a powerful beat that stole the breath from your lungs.

You clung tighter to Jacaerys instinctively, feeling the steady rise and fall of his breathing as he guided Vermax smoothly out of the pit and over the black waters of the Narrow Sea.

Wind tore at you, but instead of fear like before there was only… freedom.

Jacaerys turned just slightly in the saddle, his hand finding yours where held on tight, lacing your fingers together without a word as if it had always been the most natural thing in the world.

He listened to your laugh that you couldn’t hold back, relishibg in the moment of closeness and intimacy he knew he had craved for a while now.