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There were times when Aerion was a man of few words.
It's a Lyonel Baratheon gala.
Kiera and Clown have convinced you to go colourful. With their help you get a pink and green chiffon dress. Something a little daring. It fits and its comfortable. Sofia, one of the crowns assistants. She helps you put it on.
"You look lovely!" Sofia claps her hands in glee.
"Baelor paid you to say that didn't he?" You chuckle.
"Petite sleeves?" She asks.
"Yes...I haven't shaved.....so it'll really save any embarrassing mo...…"
There's a brief knock on the door that you recognise as Aerion's. Sofia notes it too, from the way that she slouches.
"Come in" You say.
Your boyfriend walks in, dismissing Sofia with a curt nod.
You playfully give a curtsey before asking for his opinion. You hope that he'll compliment the colour. The way that your dark skin shines in it. The style or the way that your body moves in it. Instead Aerion prods his nasal bone with his index finger. His sign for the oncoming of a migraine.
"Babe, you like?" You hold your hands out by your sides.
"I thought Lyonel's invite required an "elegant dress code".....my mistake" He needles you.
He walks out of the room leaving the door open.
Sofia rushes in to comfort you.
She persuades you to wear the dress anyway.
After compliments from Maekar and Lyonel, you don't regret the dress one petty little bit.
You let yourself into Maekar's shed. He allows you to use it. Although it looks more like a spare room. With a Two seater sofa and Laminate flooring, and it's own heating system.
You take your hat off, prodding at your waves of Four C hair to even it out.
Before you can shuffle yourself out of muddy boots, a voice rains down on you,
"Horse riding? At this hour?" Aerion appears out of nowhere.
"I'm allowed to use this shed" You say startled. "I'm allowed to crash here every once in a...…."
"That's not what I asked" The blonde buttons the top of his trench coat. "Horse riding at night isn't wise for amateurs. You're not competent! You could get hurt"
"Hurt?" You scoff. Sticking your tongue out with a stepford wife grin. "Aerion admit it. You have never given a shit about me being hurt. Emotional or otherwise!" You challenge him.
"Wh..." The Prince can barely shape the "W" before you carry on.
"Just like with the dress. You don't give a crap if I'm hurt on horseback. You just don't want me to embarrass you while I'm riding around palace grounds. I liked that Pink and green dress Aer. And I like riding. It's enjoyable and a huge stress reliever. And believe me, I'm no Simone Biles on horses. I can't backflip to impress your lavish Dreamlord friends, because expertise takes time!" You slide your muddy boots back on. You head towards the door. "And don't worry my liege, I'm not going to your quarters. I'd hate to get your new marble floor dirty!"
You leave for your friend's Clown's house.
She offers to let you trod through her hallway in your muddy boots.
Your boyfriend texts you. Your responses are literally just "OK."
You stay eating fast food and watching Chris Hemsworth movies with Clown. Until a couple of days later.
When Maekar puts his foot up your arse and actually calls you.
"Y/N, Whatever bullshit you've got going on with my son takes a back fucking seat! Lucienne is demanding to see those legal files of Mazikeen's!" He rants.
Fu.....I'll be there!" You plead.
You shower. A car is over at Clowns place in minutes. You take Clown with you, where she can watch TV and try on your jackets.
You and Sofia get what you can on Mazikeen's file before you knock one of Maekar's many meeting rooms.
"Come in!" Maekar bellows.
"My lord I'm so sorry! I'll pulled as much paperwork as I can, but I...I honestly thought that the Mazikeen filing was Tuesday?" You walk timidly towards his desk.
"My Dear, my mistake, it is" Maekar gets up, walking away as Aerion takes his father's place.
"We...were you literally hiding behind a freaking curtain?" You slide the paper work on the desk. "Maekar, why an earth would you...…."
"Y/N, You left for Two whole days!" Maekar reasons.
"I texted him!" You whisper, like your boyfriend's not right in front of you right now. "My lord, it's not wrong to require a little space!"
"My girl, Space can't last forever. You're here now. So settle yourself and retire the frown. A customary chit chat won't kill you" Maekar advises you. He pats you on the shoulder. Leaving you alone.
With him.
Aerion settles into his father's chair. Greeting you with enervated eyes, he stares through you.