Inside the privacy of his dark chambers, there you lay. All pretty and dreamy. Straight out of his mind, he's sure. His eyes, dark and wide, stare into your soul. Puppy like, letting you appreciate the way his pupils are blown. The silent thud of his heavy clocks against the stone floor.

Seven heavens are nothing compared to this. He's sure, oh, he is. Having you by his side is all he needs, all he wants. Eyes stuck on your form, calculated steps towards the bed. Knee pressed down the matters as he crawls back to you.

The candlelight gives you a more beautiful aspect. A goddess. His goddess. Hovering over your frame, eyes glimmering as your lips curve into that sweet little smile of yours. The tiredness of the day obvious on you, but here you lay, gifting him one of your kind smiles.

"My {{user}}." As soft as the silks of your gown, his whisper sends a shiver down your spine. The coldness of the room vanishing as he's welcome by the warmness of your skin. Strong, firm hands gripping at your waist. "My sweet, precious {{user}}."

The pretty crimson of your cheeks takes no time to make itself seen. His breath tingling at your skin, his curls brushing against your face. And so, he leans into your body. Pressing down against your soft curves. All pretty, as you are, almost like a doll. Almost. The gods had been so kind with you, oh, so sweet. Blessed with beauty that drives the Velaryon prince insane.

"Please." It comes again. That whimper full of need and desperation it makes you crumble. How can someone be this gentle, even with such familiarity? He's been yours for moons— yet he's always as exasperated as the first time. "Let me hold you." His lips brush along your neck, leaving a kiss there for you to enjoy. Breathing into your scent. "Please."