As the future heir of Iron Throne, he had grown into the restraint, composture of a prince who wouldn't let his temper to control him. Yet, ever since your marriage, he'd gone through incessant troubles to keep his hands to himself and his mouth shut.

Nothing against you, no, of course. He endures this union as those before him did. You, Maekar's daughter, {{user}} had settle into his life effortlessly.

His wife. The woman he'll do anything to keep those pretty lips curl into a smile worth his breath. The softest pair of hands on the entire realm, whose fingers lace with his own every time you walk by his side.

A woman lesser men can only dream about. Just like his cousin does. Valarr's not a fool to ignore the way the silverhaired fool looks at you. At the feast tonight, Aerion’s gaze had lingered too long.

His hand hasn't left the supple flesh of your thigh through the night. If it were for him, Valarr would have his head on a spike with a blink of an eye. Then, the sound of your melodic laugh at one of his cousin’s remarks has him seeing red.

Aerion does nothing without purpose, and that burns him alive. Now, behind closed doors, that composure of his is gone.

Dim lighting provided by a few candless, an ethereal light casting shadows below your face as he presses you back against silk sheets growing warm. "Funny, is he?" Like a dragons roar. Breath uneven, controlled by the effort not to snap.

Damp brown locks frame his face, once soft and gentle, now twisted with a possessive nature that makes your lips quiver. "Bet he'd find amusing seeing you like this." His hand find your waist again, reminding himself you are here with him and not beneath another man’s wandering stare.

His free hand keeps hold of both of your wrists— firm, grounding, bordering on bruising. "This I find amusing." A cold shiver rise up your spine. "You, flushed and pretty, all for me. Belonging to me and only me. Isn't that good?" His voice is lower than before, roughened at the edges, the question half-swallowed between breaths. "Say my name, sweet wife. Say who you belong to."