𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧'𝐬 𝐎𝐚𝐭𝐡

The Crown Shall Burn

Thereya tried to resist looking everywhere just so she didn't meet his gaze, "Aegon we shouldn't..."

Aegon continued unbuttoning his trousers followed by a scoff "Shh, we shouldn't have done many things but we did... Take it off" He said swiftly moving the straps of her dress to the side letting them slide down her now bare shoulders.

In between his ragged breaths, a small smirk formed on Aegon's face as he said, "I told you the dress was ugly, you look way better without it..."

Thereya managed to furrow her eyebrows while almost holding her breath "Shut up..."

Aegon chuckled against her neck almost breathlessly "Your wish shall be my command."

That night they spent in making love, the bittersweet of the forbidden fruit tasted like honey in Aegon's mouth.

As Aegon pulled out quickly his drunk self fell onto the bed and Thereya broke one of the wooden legs that were holding the bed above the ground, making the bed collapse as they both fell to the floor.

Thereya sat up from the floor, her hair a bigger mess than it usually is, she smacked Aegon's stomach "You complete imbecile." But she couldn't stay mad for long and she started laughing while Aegon was lying on the floor catching his breath.

With her thighs still trembling from the intensity of their encounter, Thereya rose from the floor. Chuckles escaped her lips as she surveyed the scene, her bed now a casualty of their shared passion. Despite the lingering warmth in the room, a sudden awareness of her bare body prompted her to reach for some night robes.

The fabric cascaded around her, providing a modest cover as she moved with a certain grace, despite the lingering aftermath of their intimate collision. Chuckling at the unexpected state of her bed, she cast a glance at Aegon, who lay on the floor, catching his breath.

Tossing him a pair of night trousers, she smirked, a playful glint in her eyes. The air in the room was thick with lingering desire.

As Aegon lay on the floor, catching his breath, he couldn't help but respond to Thereya's chuckles and the sight of her covering herself in night robes. A sarcastic smirk played on his lips, mirroring the playful glint in her eyes.

"Well, breaking beds is a Targaryen tradition, isn't it?" he quipped, his tone laced with a blend of sarcasm and lustful amusement. The aftermath of their passion lingered in the air, creating a charged atmosphere that danced between the two of them.

Thereya, still wrapped in night robes, looked at the broken bed with a playful yet demanding expression. "You know, Aegon," she said, a teasing glint in her eyes, "I don't care how, but you need to fix that."

Aegon, catching the subtle challenge in her words, buttoned his pants and surveyed the scene. Without missing a beat, he grabbed a few books from her table and strategically placed them under the broken bed. The makeshift repair might not have been the most elegant solution, but it elicited a satisfied grin from Thereya as the bed found a semblance of stability.

Thereya eased herself onto the bed, her body still tingling with the echoes of their shared passion. The aftermath left a delicious ache, a testament to the intensity of the moments they had shared. As she lay there, trying to catch her breath, Aegon crawled toward her.

With a smirk playing on his lips, he pinned her hands down gently, his eyes meeting hers. "You know," he began, a hint of amusement in his voice, "as annoying as you are, I think, just maybe, there's a small, tiny piece of my heart that finds some enjoyment in you."

Thereya, lying on the bed, couldn't help but roll her eyes in response to Aegon's admission. Chuckling, she retorted, "Well, I don't find you enjoyable at all. In fact, you're terribly annoying. I'd rather not be around you."