Adult Content Warning
This work could have adult content. If you continue, you have agreed that you are willing to see such content.
-
Tags
Summary
“No, you are for me,” Baelor corrects gently. “I asked for you to come after supper, you know, you are quite early. I don’t mind a bit of eagerness from my companions, though. Especially not when they look like you.”
Aerion gapes. Baelor thinks he has come to warm his bed. He crinkles his nose, embarrassment and something unnamable swirling in his gut.
“I’m not— Baelor—”
Baelor slaps his ass hard. Aerion gasps, jumps forward at the sting, rubbing against his crotch. His hands fly to grip at his uncle's biceps, skin against skin. The contact feels searing hot.
Baelor gropes at the cheek he hit, kneading the fat. “Do they not teach you manners in Lys? It’s disrespectful to call a prince by name.”
or
Aerion is sent back in time to warn his father of the trial of seven. He ends up stumbling upon the young prince Baelor first, who assumes he's the Lyseni whore he'd requested.