Thick steam rose from the fragrant waters, enveloping the marble contours of the royal bath. Valarr Targaryen was immersed up to his waist, his muscles tense from the morning's training finally relaxing in the heat. His wet hair was sticking up as he leaned his head back, closing his eyes.

It was then that the door opened with a soft creak.

You entered quietly, cloaked only in a thin linen veil that barely concealed your curves. Valarr didn't need to open his eyes to know who you were, the scent of jasmine and bitter orange that came from you was unmistakable.

“The prince should have guards at the door,” you murmured, letting the veil slide down your body until it fell to the damp floor.

Valarr opened one eye, then the other, and a slow smile appeared on his lips.

"And miss the chance of being murdered by you? What fun would that be?"

You entered the water with one fluid movement, the warm waves enveloping you both. Your legs met under the murky surface, a purposeful touch that made Valarr let out a hoarse sigh.

“So confident” you whispered, bringing your lips closer to his neck “What if I really wanted to kill you?”

His hand slid around your waist, pulling you closer.

"Then it would be a worthy death" he replied, before capturing your lips in a kiss that tasted of wine and dangerous promises.