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“The greatest knights in all of Westeros are ought to protect the royal family, if they cannot manage running after a girl, this kingdom certainly is in a dire situation.”, Relena mumbled annoyed. “Genka run off and if he is lost because you stopped me then…”
“Like you could track ‘em.” Bronn huffed dismissively as he heard the knights and guards shouting for the woman. “She’s here. I found her. You can all go back to doing shit for your job!” He hollered before he did a half pull and half push on the womans arm. “Come on. He’ll hear your voice and I can track em.”
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“Aegon’s time…” he smiled fondly at how she referred to Aegon and
Balerion as he took his arm in hers, giving a small nod to Missandei as
they passed by. “Minstrels? Well, well…giving tonight the works are
you?” He asked with a chuckle.
His eyes took in the room that he
was given. “Yes. They will do quite nicely. Thank you Daenerys.” Aegon
noted his things were in the room and let go of her arm. “I’ll see you
later for the feast?” Aegon walked further into the room, a man servant
already coming towards him. “Prepare a bath for me will you?” He asked
and the servant rushed off to do so.
Aegon waited till
Daenerys left and changed into his formal clothing after his bath and
arranged his hair, braiding it back before he left his room and made his
way to the hall, giving a grin as he saw Daenerys and her allies seated
at the table.
“Good evening, M’Lords, M’Ladies…” Aegon spoke as his hand moved to readjust his chair as he sat down at it and grabbed hold of the glass presented to him and drank from it.
“You…you are. You’re beautiful. So very beautiful and smart and-” Viserys shook his head as he glanced up at her and then eyed the bed. “I want you to enjoy this. I don’t want to just take you like a Dothraki…Like Daenerys was-” His past was coming back to him as he recalled what he had forced upon Daenerys and the guilt came upon him. “Relena, what would you want me to just get it over with? I will if you want me to.” His body shifted towards her and he pushed his hair back as he leaned in to her, a hand rested beside her leg and the sheets. He intended to take his time, he wouldn’t be doing this just to have an heir, nor for himself. But for Relena. “Do you want me? Relena? Honestly. Would you have me as we are. A man and a woman, nothing less or more.” He intended to take his time tonight. He’d take his time on her and make sure she knew how much he cared for her, wanted her. “I’ll be good to you, my doe, I promise. If anything hurts let me know.”
This was it. It was now or never. Viserys took a deep breath as he glanced over at Relena, fear taking over him as he looked at the Baratheon Queen. He was to bed her, produce an heir…Viserys walked over to her, a hand reached out to rest on her shoulder and he went in for a kiss as his hand slowly went from her shoulder to her neck and then her cheek, holding it as he kissed her. Viserys pulled back, leading her to the bed. This was happening. He and Relena were going to cross the point of no return. He sat upon the bed and as he went to resume his actions he found the nerves had filled him so he couldn’t.
“I can’t do this…I mean I-I can. It’s just i’m suddenly…” He struggled to find the right words. “I don’t want to just treat you like how our father’s treated our mothers…I don’t want to just-” He leaned foreword, hands in his face as he groaned, his mind and body at odds.
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