"Jon, Arianne has informed me that you don't what sex is?" Elia spoke softly, a gentle smile on her face and understanding eyes shinning with kindness as she approached him. "Oh, there is nothing to be ashamed of dear, when a man and a woman are wed and they need to make a baby they lay together in a bed, or on a table, or one time with the man sitting in a chair and the woman sitting on him. Are you keeping up so far?" (sweetgentledead and I couldn't help myself, I am so sorry)
// @sweetgentledead
’ …i know how to do it. ‘
could he ever be hostile towards her, however? Elia Martell was GENTLE as snowflakes dancing in a soft breeze, and could not be blamed for the mischief his lady wife had been scattering all over the castle yet again. at this rate, Jon had no doubt he’d have grey hairs by the time he was thirty. if he reached that age to start with. nevertheless… no matter how he wished to thoroughly roll his eyes at the current little conundrum, it was undeniable that one of the things that the princess was so cheerfully chattering about did catch his attention — something he had, indeed, never considered before.
‘ have you— …have you ever laid with Rhaegar Targaryen atop a table…? ‘
ft. @sunflecked look at the things you get me intoalso ft. @rhaegxr dragon dad help
