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(Dragonstone 130 A.C)
(Jacaerys pov.)
Jace’s footsteps echo through the age stone hallway. The usual clatter of servants and the bustle was conspicuously absent. It was a stark reminder of how much things had changed since the war started. Servants moved quietly, their heads down, he paid them no mind as he continues.
Jace’s turns the corner and headed to the last door on the right side. The corridor was well-lit, in the evening light in the evening light. a single guard present at the door of his intended destination. Jace’s nodes at the him and the guard returns with one of his own walks past him.
The crowned prince carefully opened the door, and stepped into the room and closed the door with care. Not knowing if the person inside is awake.
The chamber was spacious and airy, with high ceilings and large windows that let in the warm glow of the evening sun. There was a large four poster bed in the center of the room, with crisp sea foam green sheets and a canopy of delicate lace. A roaring fire blazed in the fireplace, casting flickering shadows on the walls table was set with a silver tea service. with extravagant furniture. and a beautiful dragon-themed chandelier hanging from the ceiling.
At the center was a beautiful omega, with soft facial features, thick brown hair that framed his face, and an adorable nose that made Jace’s heart swell with affection.
His Omega, His wife
His brother.
Luke is beneath the silk sheets of their warm bed holding a book and a few candles at his bedside. Even underneath the heavy blankets Jace can still make out the noticable bump of Luke's stomach. His inner alpha rumbling with pride.
"Jace. Your back." Luke quickly discards his book upon the side table and slips out from beneath the covers to meet his mate. Jace meets Luke in the middle and hugs as close as he can with Luke's belly. For a brief moment nothing else mattered but the fact that Jace had his mate in his arms, safe and whole, Safe.
"I'm sorry I took so long my love, the council is making plans to sige kings landing, deamon says now the time."
His mates scent turn from it's lovely citrus to a more smokey scent. At the news" when... When do you leave." Jace releases his own calming scent to calm his pregnant mate. The last thing he and their babe needs is more stress.
"Two days, our spies say that kings landing is defenceless with aemond in the riverlands. And with Helaena has not ridden Dreamfyre Since... jaehaerys." Jace feels both deep sadness and anger for jaehaerys death. Sadness for Helaena who was always kind to him and Luke in their childhood and anger at deamon hiring men and killing a cub in their sleep. When news broke about the his nephew death and finding out about deamon was the one behind it, he jumped at the older alpha like a wild animal and having to be retrained. As much as he wants to his mother convinced him that fighting amongst each other was neither bring back jaehaerys or help their cause. So for now Jace held back his anger at his stepfather.
"Poor Helaena, she doesn't deserve to lose her child like that. No one dose." Luke lean his head into Jace's neck." While the alpha buries his nose into Luke's curls.
"What did Maester Geradys say about the babe today." Jace change's the topic.
"Healthy and kicking like a goat. his willfulness is all you ."Luke let's out a small chuckle "last I checked it was a team effort, my love."
Luke rolls his eyes.
"Sure it-ngh." The blissfulness moment was shattered as Luke lays a hand on his stomach. Already eight-moons along in his pregnancy.
"Our child has awoken it seems, must have known his kepa was here." Jace beams and lays a hand on Luke's stomach as he feels his child's feet kick in response to his touch. It melts his heart every time no matter what, their child always knew somehow when he was close even inside the womb of their mother. At first it terrified him that he was causing his mate so much pain and he felt extreme guilt, but Luke insisted that it brought him more joy than discomfort.
"Hello, did we wake you up." The foot retracted, before returning with a stronger jolt. Luke grimace for a second. While it wasn't always a pleasant experience. He didn't have it in him to interfere with the exchange between his child and their father. The Prince rubbed gentle circles over the slab of stretched skin.
"Settle down, you wouldn't wat to hurt Muna now would you." Another kick less powerful response back.
Jace smiles." Good, be a good boy for your mother now."
"How are you so certain, that it's going to be a boy." Luke teases
"I just have a feeling, that's all."
His mate chuckled" I don't mind if it's a boy or girl, I only care about them being healthy and this war being over."
"As do I Luke."
"I pray so."
Jace pressed her lips to lukes shoulder, trailing a slew of gentle and soft kisses to his neck. Luke complied gladly, moving his hips against Jace's as he kissed him again. He felt he could never be close to Jace without joining his lips to his now that he knew how good it felt. The friction caused by luke's movements is the greatest pleasure Jace had ever experienced. He lifted his hips to match the rhythm of the omega. The sounds of their lips smacking together soon melded with their soft moans of pleasure.
In the moments they paused to catch their breath, they gazed at each other, filled with pleasure and breathless. It never lasted long before Luke resumed kissing him. Jace guides them to the bed and gently lays Luke on his back.
Luke hands sneak into Jace's trousers touching his cock, the alpha moaned against his lips, trembling, too sensitive to the touch. As luke stroked the erect member,
"I want now is you inside me." He released Jace's cock and leaned back slightly, lifted his nightgown up just enough to fit Jace's member within him. There was no resistance, for the omega's body truly craved this , he was soaked already, all but dripping onto the bed sheets below, aching for his mate’s cock.
Jace hovers over him, his breath hot upon him. Luke whimpers in anticipation,
Jace presses a feather-light kiss just behind his ear.
“All right?” he whispers, his ask in gentle voice.
Luke nods. "Yes."
Jace begins to thrust his hips slowly not wanting to hurt the babe in Luke's womb and gradually began to speed up. The two moans fill the room deep in the night.
....
Luke tap his fingers nervously and rubs his belly trying desperately to keep himself calm for his and Jace's unborn child. He sits in his bed looking nervously out the large window praying to all the gods that jace would return soon. Jace, his mother and deamon flew out to kings landing in the early morning and have yet to send word back to dragonstone. It was now getting late and Luke was beginning to worry greatly for him.
A kick brings him back to reality and he notices that his rotten scent has filled the room. Looking down at his stomach he rubs with gently." "You miss your kepa too? do not fret my child, he will come back to us," whispered the comforting words, laden with hope.
Unknown to him. The war is already lost. And his husband wasn't coming back.