#throneslutz

THE ARCHED BROWS AND THE SCANDALOUS SPARK OF INDIGNATION that flared behind the grandmaester's gaze, one that Anna had taken great pleasure in witnessing as her slender hand delicately caressed the sweall of her stomach that carried the life of the next heir to the throne. the brunette had stood tall and proud at her lover's side, her gown doing nothing but accepting the roundness of her frame and the overwhelming volume of her bosom that now barely could be contained within the lace of the corseted dress, ample mounds of pale flesh spilling out the top in an almost obscene show of how and why she had earned her place. it took no thinking at all to realise whose child grew within her womb as Aemond's lilac gaze kept drifting towards her, caressing the length of her frame with the air of possesiveness akin to a dragon with its treasure.

the ceremony was nothing if just a detail on the path to the throne. to putting her sons, her line and her blood, within the reach of power. it was a sick ambition of her own, one that stemmed from years of being ignored in favor of her younger brother's unfair treatment. how he deserved everything while she had nothing. the fact that it aligned with Aemond's quest was nothing but pure luck. she would give him heirs, as many as he pleased. the fact that he was a man of handsome appearance did not hurt in the task at all. Anna chuckled quietly when she heard the King's words whispered into the delicate flesh of her milk filled breasts, so soft and perfect for a pillow for the man's weary head. so warm, so comfortable that they had went against any and all rules of the court when Aemond invited her to his bed night and night again. "have you chosen an egg to put into the crib once this one is born?" the brunette asked, slender fingers caressing her husband's head, threading through soft hair absently as she laid there in his bed, in his arms, safe and warm and utterly happy.