The princess saw how his eyes looked her over, searching for a reaction. Yet she couldn’t bring it in herself to slap him. Why would she, when he caused such warmth to travel into her limbs? She was sure even if she did want to, it would be impossible in the moment. Having him move away allowed the cool air from the nearby water to travel between them.
She blinked in confusion as Rhaegar was suddenly apologizing not once, but twice. What was she to do in this moment? Jennine knew her mother would say to slap him if she knew it was a Targaryen. However, her mother never told her what to do if she liked the kiss from the man. “There is no need to apologize.” She told him in a soft voice, bringing a hand up to her lips.
She blushed a little before bringing her hand back down. Instead moving her arms to cover herself. She wasn’t wearing the thickest nightgown, and the moon was not lowering its light. Which gave away the curves of a woman more than a girl underneath her clothes. Jennine had brought a thick long shawl, but with him standing in front of her there was no way to hide. “…I didn’t mind the kiss your grace. I won’t tell anyone I swear by the old gods and the new…but..” She looked up at him one more time, this time a little shyly. “Would it be wrong to ask for another? I know it seems like a strange request but…” She had never blushed so darkly before, but she couldn’t keep the words from spilling from her lips as well.
The Targaryen was stunned by the Princess’s admittance and he quite frankly had no idea how to handle it, but as he felt the cold nights air on his face and a quick glance at how she went to cover herself in a vain attempt to hide the curves she bore, he soon took off his cloak he wore glad for it’s somewhat plain look for once and placed it around Jennine’s shoulders hoping to help not only warm her but help cover herself. The more she spoke the more he was stunned and surprised by them and he blinked at her a blank expression rested upon his face at her request.
She was beautiful, the daughter of Cersei and Jaime and he reminded her of Cersei when she was younger but Rhaegar had learned from the past, from his past no matter how recent it seemed in his mind. He wouldn’t steal away with another Houses daughter as he had done with Lyanna Stark but he also knew Jeninne had flowered quite some time ago, surely at eighteen years she had, and still unmarried. Rhaegar thought about it for a moment, weighing his options. He’d only been allowed to stay here because Cersei had the idea to use him against his sister and he hadn’t said no or yes to the Queen’s request though it felt more like a demand. He had thought about marrying her but upon seeing how she interacted with Euron Greyjoy and knowing how she felt about her brother….
“Well, swearing it by the Old Gods and The New is quite the oath” He remarked as he stepped closer again almost teasing her now as his brain still worked out the what if’s in his head as he approached and before he could even get to why it would be a good idea to do so, a hand reached out to tilt her chin upwards and he bent down once more, his lips covering hers before they could speak again and this time instead of a quick and stolen kiss it went slow. A hand snaked towards her cloak covered back and pressed her body against his and the other hand gathered it’s fingers into her golden locks. She tasted sweet, and faintly of strawberries and he allowed himself to fall into the kiss a pleased moan slipped out of his mouth as he made an attempt to further the kiss some more, the kiss itself kept on for a good while before Rhaegar felt his lust building and he had to pull back. “You should go back to bed before you catch a cold, Your Grace” Rhaegar murmured as he pulled away, purple eyes heavy with lust as he tried to regain his breath.
Goldnwulf 