for a moment there, it feels as if he steals the breath from her lungs simply by proximity. and it is strange for the girl that had loudly announced she would never marry any southerner before leaving the safety of her home. that just because she was sent south, just because she would be ward, it didn't mean they could push a man, a marriage on her. but a few years later, here she is. there is a ring on her finger, one he placed there. there is a shift in her world that she isn't quite sure about just yet & she is no longer a stark, but a targaryen. at least in name. her loyalty would perhaps always align with the north. it would always be her home, where her people were, even if she had been sent here at the age of ten. but this obligation put upon her shoulders didn't feel so terrible in the moment. never felt this exposed however. nightgown beneath a thin robe & hair losely braided back across shoulders, and tea had been served just a few minutes earlier by one of her maids. still steaming hot on the table behind her and it suddenly becoming very insignificant.
‹ ⚔︎ › @specularie, aegon targaryen : [ close ] : while standing remarkably close to one another, the sender is unable to stop themselves from running their gaze across the receiver’s body, lingering for a moment on their lips, before returning to initiate prolonged, intense eye contact.
sometimes he takes her by surprise. like in a moment like these. he's watching her in that way that makes her feel undressed & there's this wish to punch him square in the nose. or pull him closer. yeah, she can't quite agree with herself, it's a silent debate while his eyes run across her, stopping by her lips for a moment. lips that purse together as a reaction she can't quite stop. and then eyes meet and it's that feeling. it's there again. and what is she supposed to do about it ? she suppose feeling like this, the way heart beat a little faster and goosebumps spread over arms is a good thing. he is her husband after all. there's only . . . she's always been confident about boys. men in general. brushed it off any time they gave her this kind of attention however & now she can't do that. not exactly. it's new and she isn't quite loving how she isn't sure how to deal with it, how it leaves her a little uncertain. a part of her wants to stomp her foot, ask him what he wants this late. but then again she knows exactly what he wants. it doesn't take a genious. " you should take a bath before you come back here, " head tips up in a stubborn manner, arms wrap around the small of her waist. " you smell of dragon and wine. " and she doesn't want that in her bedding to be honest.
