a mere distraction from her.

That was all you were to him, distraction from rhaenyra and yet as he sits in the library, observing the way you aid to his needs unessential ones or not a pit of resentment begins to bubble in his stomach, not resentment to you but to himself for using you as a temporary object to forget rhaenyra while the girl was with whoever she wanted to be with, although she loves him she does not look for him in strangers and yet he looks for her in you and he knows that isn't fair, especially with these feelings of love growing while the servants clean

a heavy sigh escapes his lips before he straightens up as you return with a drink and snacks for the him as soon as there set down he pulls you into his lap softly, his hand going to your thigh for once seeing you, not rhaenyra as he burries his face into your neck softly seeking your love, your touch, your heart he wants it all not rhaenyra he wants you entirely and the thought of another man one day settling down with you and treating you far better then he ever did irritates him as his fingers graze up and down your inner thigh softly as there's no sexual intentions like there usually would be..

just pure affection and attention as he begins to kiss along your neck slowly to melt his kisses into your skin, to adore every inch of your body as he begins to quietly speak not bothering to notice the stares of the servants around you both who are stunned to see the prince taking interest, genuine interest in one who is not rhaenyra Targ_____ as no one in this world matters to him when you are in his embrace, in his presence.