Being with Baelor was rough, hard but exciting. The only thing that was harder than loving him, was being the queen. His queen.

He always annoyed you on purpose, doing things without your approval and going behind your back. He would tease you relentlessly just to see that pout appear on your lips and those eyebrows furrow slightly.

Today, you were in a council meeting. Speaking about the matters that people were most concerned about. He let you speak first, laying out your commands and thoughts on the situation. Then, he speaks.

“My lady wife speaks wisely. However, we must consider the broader stability of the realm… We must be mindful that mercy, if offered too freely, may be mistaken for weakness by those who would test the crown.”

He continues.

“Therefore, while we heed her counsel, I would have us proceed with measured restraint, tempering leniency with the firmness required to keep the peace. Let it be known that the crown’s judgment is not divided, but guided by both wisdom and prudence… and that in this matter, we shall act accordingly.”

You chew the inside of your cheek, holding back your tongue. He completely overruled your command, praising you while also insulting you so you can’t oppose him. He knows all too well you hate this, you like having final authority. The council never takes you seriously, he just wanted to make sure he had the final say.

Once the meeting ends you both retreat to your house. Immediately you blow up at him.

“You do enjoy speaking for me.” you say as you don’t look at him. just standing for a moment.

“I spoke with you.” he says, almost correcting you.

“No. You spoke over me. There is a difference, though you seem determined not to learn it.” you bite back, clearly frustrated.

“If I had let you finish as you intended, half that chamber would have smelled weakness before the hour was out.” he says, his voice slightly more stern than before.

“And now they smell something else entirely, that I require my husband to correct me like a careless child.”

“They see a united front. That is what matters.” he says with a sigh as he removes his gloves.

“Do not dress it in pretty words. You made the judgment yours.” you turn and face him now.

“I made it acceptable.”

“It was already decided.” your voice sharpens, you’re more annoyed than before.

“It was said. There is a difference.”

You move closer, rage blinding you. You slap him hard and stare up at him.

He just looked at you and licked his lips slightly. “Let out the anger, my lady.” He liked it.