. ݁𓃦 Morrigan .𓃴

He would still be drinking during your relationship from time to time, but after the announcement he'd do his best to abandon his habit completely. with more sober mind he'd find even more happiness with the idea of becoming a dad, but it would have its downsides. He would sometimes put down his head on your belly, forgetting all his problems for a while, but when he would reach the moment of almost falling asleep, he'd hear dreadful and dire screaming coming out of a terrifying creature. He would be shaken, trying to figure out if the screams were part of his day-dreams, or was it actually coming out of your belly. You never ever questioned his sanity and always believed every word he said. But this time, Daeron would be afraid to share his visions with you. What if you weren't actually caring a human child within you? What if it would destroy everything? Or what if you wouldn't survive the childbirth? All of these things were really, REALLY stressing him out. But as if you heard his thoughts, you would randomly start talking about how well and happy you feel, would describe the future of you three together, would ask Daeron what names would be the best for a girl or a boy and listening to you speaking so calmly and positively about the thing that terrified him, would actually bring so much comfort to him.

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He was clearly annoyed by everyone staring, observing, trying to talk to him and congratulate. But what he was so desperately trying to hide was him blushing every time you would look at him and smile. He was a bit cocky around everyone else, but he felt shame and embarrassment in front of you. although you haven't talked much he was still amazed by you, how calm and collected you always were, how delicately beautiful, soft spoken and he couldn't quite explain this, but he could swear you were the kindest soul he's ever met. He felt like it was unfair that you must end up with someone like him, with all his mess.

When he first met you, he felt unfamiliar warmth in his heart, all kinds of thought stirring in his mind and for a split of second he thought he could actually trust you and you could actually... maybe... kinda... love him? But who else would ruin such a delightful thoughts, if not his malicious brother Aerion.

"What is that in your eyes I see, dear brother?" Aerion approached Daeron while he was staring at you from a distance at your wedding, "Love? Really? Has the whole realm not treated you with enough disgust for you to know that a woman like her wouldn't even look at your direction, if it wasn't for your status?"

Areion's words struck Daeron like a huge storm wave. And his thoughts took different turn; Of course, of course his brother was right, maybe cruel but in this case honest, how could he let himself think like that? it was nothing but an official arrangement, you would probably not even see him as a man, let alone a man worthy of your love.

Daeron sighed at these thoughts, took a deep breath and left a great hall, thought distancing himself from you would be better for everyone. He entered a rather small chamber, with only a several cupbearers and drunken fools and joined them, as he would any other day. He started drinking, totally sure that nobody would look for him, or at least hoping that nobody would find him. But oh how wrong he was.

He was at his fifth or sixth cup, when he heard rather quiet, slow and soft footsteps, though he didn't really pay attention to it. Who would it be so important that would deserve Daeron's attention?

"My prince," Daeron heard a voice that he oh so quickly became fond of, "you left me all alone, everyone's looking for you and I don't know what to tell them." you cooed as you approached him and lowered yourself a little bit so you could take a look at his pretty face.

"Tell them that I don't give a rat's ass about this whole feast." Daeron responded with an ironic grin on his face, which was oh so obviously forced.

"Do you not wish to dance with your wife?" You sounded as if you were about to cry, which made Daeron feel both guilt and anger at the same time. Were you playing with his feelings? Or being an excellent actor, pretending that you cared for him? Both of these options disgusted him to his deepest core.

"No!" the response was sharp and strong and for a moment he thought you would for sure start crying.

You straightened your posture with confident expression, run your hand through your little bit messed up hair and down your dress to fix it. Daeron watched you in confusion, not sure what was happening.

"Leave us. All of you!" You declared with a strong and loud voice. Daeron jumped a little bit and spilled his wine on himself. In less than a minute everyone except the two of you have left the chamber. You've been a princess for less than a day but it was clear for all the servants that their new lady wasn't as easygoing and unassertive as their young prince.

With a quick movement and a slight jump you sat down on a table, crossing your legs, you took your handkerchief and started cleaning wine that was dripping down his clothes. For a moment Daerons gaze froze on the silhouette of your dress. It was no moment for such thoughts but he still wandered what your body would look like under any cover, under those beautiful dresses that you always carefully choose. He was not a man who hasn't seen a naked body before, seven gods couldn't even count how many he has. But he never really cared for it, never took a close and careful look to a woman's body. But now he felt like he could spend eternity studying every inch of your frame. He was snapped back to reality by a quick sting that he felt at the back of his head.

While he was locked in place there, you ran your hands through his soft and beautiful hair. Messy and a bit tangled hair strings still dancing through you fingers was such a small thing, yet felt so good you knew it would become your favorite habit. Though it was no time for softness, you knew from your father in law, who quickly became fond of you and appreciated you, that kind words didn't really work on Daeron. In a heartbeat, you tightened your grip and pulled his hair rather strongly, pulling his face upwards, close to yours. Daeron grasped in shock, not knowing what was happening.

"My prince, I promise to be a good, faithful and caring wife to you," you started with soft, yet intriguing tone, "always be by your side, always protecting you..." you stopped at a note that sounded like you were going to continue the list, which you did not do, rather you tensed your pitch. "However, I demand the same respect from you. Well, we will work on your... habits, but that's a long quest. Now, you will either come and dance with me, like a good husband that you're going to be, hmm? Or you continue drowning yourself in wine and... you shall not wake up tomorrow, I'll personally work on that! What do you say?"

Daeron was left speechless, didn't know whether to be scared of you or... turned on. Nevertheless, he looked at you in complete awe and adoration, like a puppy who is about to be fed but is teased by his owner.

"Mhmm." he cooed.

"Mhmm what? I need words."

"I will... I will do as you say." He mumbled the words in a low voice, "I will be a good husband"

"Promise?" and there is it, your tender voice again, which melts his heart in an instance.

"Pro..promise. I promise! I swear I will.." You cut off his dazed shutter by a quick and devouring kiss. It shook him even harder. He has never felt this many emotions all at once. Daeron had no idea what to do, his whole body felt like a stone and as if it was hit by a lightning all at once. But quickly his lips and hands acted on it's own, as if it was a reflex. he deepened the kiss, he couldn't get enough of you. For a fool boy who was paralyzed a moment ago, he became too feral, wanted to consume all of you all at once.

Your one hand still gripping his hair tightly strengthened his senses even more. you moved your another hand on his neck, collarbones, slowly moving down his arms and chest. Daeron felt like he was an ice statue, melting inch by inch in a parts where you were slowly touching him. His hands cupped your face for a while, though they didn't stay there for a long while. Repeating your own gesture he examined your neck and arms first, trailing down to your sides, hips. He got close to your chest but hesitated and stopped, as if he knew it was forbidden, or that he would hurt you.

"What's wrong?" You stopped kissing him, already knowing what was wrong. "Is my sweet boy afraid to touch his wife? How shameful!" You let go of his hair and took his hand in yours, moving soft fabric of your dress that was sticking so beautifully on your breasts aside with your second hand and guiding him to touch you there. With this little gesture Daeron felt so much rush he felt like he could come right there, right then.

You kissed him back and it was a signal for him that it was okay, that he was not disgusting for you, that you actually cared for him and that Aerion was wrong. He became more daring. While his one hand nurtured your boobs, he slide another one under your dress, grabbing your thighs. He was touching your intimate parts and it would only be fair if you did the same, would it not? With a careful gesture you worked yourself on his pants, untangling the lace that was holding the opening fabric together. slowly you freed his cock. Daeron felt a slightly cold hair down there and exhaled shakily.

"Easy there, pretty boy. I will make you feel good, but you should let me, okay?" Daeron saw a loving gaze, that he has never seen before from anyone and nodded with eyes closed. your touch was soft and careful, as if he was the most fragile thing in the world. Wandering your hands all around his cock, while also kissing kiss neck, gave him a shiver down his spine. Your hands remained steady, though you felt like you could intensify things a little bit, so you bite him on his neck a little bit. Not sure what you were expecting, but he definitely enjoyed it, so you did the same and tightened your grip on his cock. His moans and whispers were giving you a fever of joy, you wanted more of him too, but this was about him. You moved your hand a bit away and looked him in the eyes, it was so hard for him to keep a steady gaze.

"Are you alright"

"Yes! Yes I am."

"why don't you talk to me? Hmm? Don't I deserve your sweet voice, pretty one?"

"Yes, I.. You... you deserve anything... and everything." Poor thing could barely breath and you demanded him to speak? How selfish of you. You smirked a little bit, but soon softened your expression and and moved one hand up around his face.

"I really like you, Daeron, not because of your status but because you're kind, at least I think, I have a feeling that you are." He looked at you straight in the eyes and you saw a look of trust, and admiration. "And, seven gods, I hope I'll even end up loving you. Only if you'll try to do the same. Will you?"

"What makes you think I'm not already falling in love with you?" You heard so many different, stirred and mixed emotions in his voice, it actually made your heart hurt a little bit. He deserved much more and much better treatment from anybody.

You smiled and kissed him once again. Moved your hands much faster while also rocking your hips on his lap, biting down his neck even more. And as you were feeling that he was close, you devoured his lips once again, stronger than before. A warm, slightly thick liquid filled your fists, Daeron let out a strong moan, tilt his head backwards and cursed a little bit. When an ability to breath returned to him he hold you face in his hands once more and kissed you even stronger than before. You laughed and reached for a handkerchief that you used to clean wine from his chest before, cleaned both of you, ever so softly put his oversensitive cock back in his pants.

As Daeron was still Breathing heavily he looked at you with adoration, like he was looking at a literal goddess. None of you said a word, you jumped down from a table, took his cup and poured a wine. After taking a little sip yourself you put down a cup in from of him.

"you can have one more, because my prince has deserved it. But be in a dancing hall soon enough or I won't be this kind"

"Yes, yes, yes, my princess." He said still shocked, still blushing. "My love." Added as you already moved out of the hall.

When you disappeared behind a door he returned his eyes on a cup filled with something that he 'loved' so much. You gave him permission, he won't do anything bad to drink it once again, right? Right? But he took a moment, looked back at the door once more, then at the cup again. It wouldn't be a disaster if he drunk it again, he would feel even better, would he not? But he knew he didn't have to escape anything, not at this moment at least, didn't even touch the cup, stood up and went to the dancing hall to find someone he thought he might even love more than wine.

A/N: Hi sweet people! This is actually my first fanfic I've ever written, so I'll accept any tips, critique or praise haha. Thank you love you xoxo