Not a moment was wasted as hands moved to cradle brothers face and draw him nearer before he leaned in to seal their lips in a soft press.

Truly? So give it to me.

I am saying so because I have no reason to lie.

I do. You have changed me so profoundly that I do not believe I could ever again be the person I was before you.

In the sense that you change those who cross your path. I do not think anyone leaves a room with you unchanged, as though you have not left some mark upon them.

I would sooner describe you as captivating.

....charming as ever.

...Not you, sister. You are far from it.

I am alright. Busy, for the most part.

Mother. How are you faring?

Good morrow, cunts.

That is unfortunate.

As he should. About time those bastards are killed.

Hoping Jacaerys is truly dead.

Such a dreadful morrow.

⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ 𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘯𝘰 𝘸𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭. 𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘢 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐍 𝐎𝐖𝐋. 𝘊𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘥𝘰 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝖍𝖚𝖒𝖆𝖓 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮. ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀

“Ah, no? I am quite certain such behavior is called jealousy.” One pale brow arched at his brother’s words, though they stirred more frustration in him than he cared to admit. Still, he forced himself toward restraint, recalling Helaena’s counsel. 𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐞. —

Cover yourself, no one wishes to see that.

One hand held Aegon’s wrists captive behind his back whilst the other closed about his chin, compelling him to meet his gaze. “I 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 you. Yesterday, I turned an entire castle to ash for your sake.” His expression remained grave, though beneath it lingered a rare softness —

“Enough. That will do.” His tone was calm, matter-of-fact, as swift as ever he crossed the distance between them and caught hold of Aegon’s wrists. He pinned his arms behind his back and drew him close with gentle force. “I did not touch Luke.”

Hm. I much prefer fucking 𝐲𝐨𝐮.

Worry not. I shall have this handled.

Oh, he is. Not the first time. Sometimes I genuinely believe he does that to test whether or not I stay despite his tantrums.

Lucerys took my eye. I would have slain him long ago, had fortune not favored the wretch so obscenely. In what cursed corner of your mind would I ever lay hands upon that creature? I took the flowers only to silence him. I did not so much as look upon them.

No. He is just being difficult. I am working on it.

The slight shove did little to move him, though he yielded a single step all the same, his lilac eye fixed upon the other with brief amusement. For a moment, he made no move to press forward again. “You truly believe I would have Luke warming my bed?”

He let out a mocking scoff, then his fingers closed around his brother’s wrist as he pulled him nearer. “Is this some sort of test, or are you truly serious?”

No. I will share one with 𝐲𝐨𝐮. Who is going to stop me? The guards are afraid of me and you are not nearly strong enough.

Oh, but I will. It is my chamber too.

Fine. I shall leave you to your sulking then.

I did not even want it. You accepted it happily. There is a grand difference.

I know you well enough, Aegon. Please tell me that this is not about Lucerys Strong.

If only you did not have to be so difficult.

I am certain your jealousy is without reason. And if you just told me I could see it gone and your wrath would fade. We both win.

You would make this a lot easier if you just told me, ābrazȳrys.

I am unaware of having done anything that could potentially stir your ire. In truth I woke and tended to duty. I have only spoken to few people this day.

I suspected this was out of envy rather than anything else. Now, do tell, my 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 wife, what has you believing that I forgot?

Seemingly you do or else you would still your tongue.

Much better.

You are my wife, first and foremost. And I possess more patience than you, clearly.

I call you whatever I wish either way.

No. There is no reason at all, I have done nothing to earn your wrath and I refuse to let you leave.

Again? What is it this time?

How so? I do not recall behaving as if I were a slave to my base desires.

....why would I call you a slut?

I believe this to be very different.

Does it look to you as if I would care about your silly little demands? If you choose to behave like a whore you may as well suffer the name calling.