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Summary
"Come to my chambers tonight?" Baelor's voice is still quiet, rough at the edges, but there is tenderness in it. And beneath it all, the unmistakable stench of desire. Aerion feels his own blood heat.
“Must I?” he counters, only because he is pissed. He feels a disbalance, their copulations tipped in his uncle’s favour. How many times has his uncle slept in his bed since the last turn of the moon? Nearly every night. Not once did he seek his pleasure in Aerion's willing, wanting body. Now, when the mood has come upon him, he summons the princeling to his own chambers like some whore.
It is Prince Aerion's duty to ease the King's burdens, comfort him with the softness of his flesh.
(and in the targaryens, there is no privacy)
Series
- Part 2 of Hammerflame (and others)