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Rhaegar’s   breath   caught   at   her   words,   the   sound   of   her   voice   mingling   desire   and   defiance.   Cersei’s   presence   was   a   flame   against   his   own   darkened   ambitions,   her   ferocity   matching   the   weight   of   his   own   conflicted   heart.   Here,   away   from   the   watchful   eyes   of   court   and   the   burdens   of   his   title,   he   could   allow   himself   to   look   into   the   depths   of   her   emerald   gaze   and   see   the   woman   beyond   the   expectations   of   House   Lannister.   She   was   a   lioness,   fierce   and   proud,   and   in   that   moment,   she   was   his   alone.

He   traced   his   hand   over   her   cheek,   feeling   the   curve   of   her   face   as   he   leaned   closer,   the   unspoken   tensions   dissipating   as   his   lips   met   hers.   He   is   deep   to   the   hilt   inside   her   and   she   traps   him   inside,   as   she   surely   intended,   even   when   his   hips   begin   to   move   and   take   her   as   she   desired.   The   illusions   were   gone,   as   she   said,   and   all   that   remained   was   the   woman   who   would   dare   to   defy   her   father,   the   king,   even   fate   itself   to   be   here.

"My   father   warned   me   against   you   Lannisters.   Cunning   to   get   what   they   wanted"   he   admitted   in   a   murmur   against   her   mouth,   his   voice   breaking   through   the   silence.   "But   it   seems   you   are   the   most   cunning   of   all,   ñuha   kēlio."   He   wanted   to   deny   the   need   that   bound   him   to   her,   but   she   had   stripped   him   of   that   control,   left   him   bare   in   ways   no   one   else   could.

A   hand   settled   at   her   waist,   pulling   her   closer.   "What   would   we   be   if   not   bound   to   these   roles?"   he   wondered   aloud,   almost   bitterly.   But   he   pressed   another   kiss   to   her,   a   silent   promise,   surrendering   to   the   fierce   claim   they   made   on   each   other.   "You   would   not   let   it   be   if   this   is   the   only   night   I   had   you,   would   you   not?"   No.   He   knows   her   goal,   warm   dragonseed   in   her   belly   and   a   crown   upon   her   head   when   he   takes   out   his   father   for   good.   He   drives   into   her   and   the   tables   shakes   with   each   thrust,   her   legs   hicked   higher   on   each   side   of   him.   "You   want   to   be   queen.   My   queen."

In   the   dim   light   of   the   chamber,   Rhaegar   found   himself   torn   between   the   intoxicating   allure   of   Cersei   and   the   heavy   burden   of   duty   that   pressed   upon   his   soul.   Her   words—her   bliss   blinding   her   to   the   world   beyond   them—echoed   in   his   mind,   a   siren   call   that   both   drew   him   closer   and   pushed   him   away.   He   could   see   her   happiness,   radiant   and   unyielding,   illuminating   the   shadows   that   surrounded   them,   but   a   flicker   of   uncertainty   danced   in   his   own   heart.

"Your   bliss   is   blinding."   It   was   a   truth   he   could   not   deny.   In   that   moment,   he   felt   a   sense   of   freedom   he   had   not   known   before.   But   freedom   came   at   a   cost,   and   with   it   came   the   specter   of   his   responsibilities.   The   war   behind   his   eyes   was   one   she   could   not   see—the   conflict   between   the   man   he   was   expected   to   be   and   the   man   he   longed   to   become.

Cersei’s   conviction   pierced   through   his   doubts.   Her   honesty   rang   true,   yet   he   could   not   shake   the   feeling   that   her   desires   were   built   on   the   very   foundation   of   rebellion.   He   watched   as   she   moved   closer,   her   hand   trailing   down   his   chest,   a   touch   that   ignited   a   fire   within   him.   The   thought   of   her   as   a   partner   as   her   hand   worked   to   free   him   from   breeches   and   felt   soft   against   his   hardness—of   building   a   future   together—was   tempting   beyond   measure.He   felt   himself   teetering   on   the   edge   of   a   precipice,   drawn   in   by   the   magnetic   pull   of   her   passion.   Her   words   ignited   something   primal   within   him—a   yearning   he   had   suppressed   for   far   too   long.  

"If   you   wish   to   be   ruined,"   he   whispered,   his   voice   low   and   laden   with   promise,   "then   scream   my   name."   The   fervor   in   her   gaze   sent   a   rush   of   adrenaline   through   him,   and   in   that   instant,   he   knew   what   he   must   do.   Legs   parted   as   he   align   himself   into   her   entrance   and   with   his   hands   upon   the   desk   behind   him,   he   pushes   into   her.   "You   are   mine.   Ānogar   ānograro."

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@advitameternal asked: I want you. I've wanted you since the first moment I saw you. You are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. ( from lyanna)

Rhaegar’s   breath   caught   in   his   throat,   his   violet   eyes   locking   onto   Lyanna’s   as   her   words   echoed   in   the   quiet.She   stood   before   him,   a   vision   of   wild   beauty,   her   hair   tousled,   her   gray   eyes   burning   with   a   fire   that   matched   the   one   in   his   chest.

He   had   seen   her   bravery   before—the   defiance   that   had   drawn   him   to   her   like   a   moth   to   a   flame—but   never   had   her   desire   been   so   openly   spoken.   You   are   the   most   beautiful   thing   I   have   ever   seen.   The   confession   sent   a   thrill   through   him,   yet   a   shadow   flickered   over   his   face.   He   reached   for   her,   his   fingers   gentle   as   they   brushed   a   loose   strand   of   hair   from   her   cheek.

"You   don't   know   what   you're   asking,"   he   said   softly,   his   voice   roughened   by   emotion.   "Once   we   cross   this   line,   Lyanna,   there   is   no   turning   back.   No   going   home   to   Winterfell   as   you   were   before.   No   more   whispers   of   prophecy   or   duty."   His   gaze   grew   intense,   holding   hers,   as   though   he   could   make   her   understand   the   weight   of   what   lay   ahead.   "We   are   bound   already   by   our   vows   to   the   gods—yours   and   mine—but   the   bed...   the   bed   is   different.   It   binds   us   in   a   way   no   words   can   ever   break."

He   took   a   step   closer,   his   fingers   trailing   down   her   arm   until   his   hand   clasped   hers.   "If   we   do   this,   you   will   be   mine,   and   I   will   be   yours.   Fully.   Forever."   His   voice   lowered,   almost   a   whisper.   "There   will   be   no   turning   back   for   either   of   us."

He   leaned   forward,   pressing   his   forehead   to   hers,   his   thumb   tracing   the   line   of   her   jaw.   "Think   about   what   you   are   giving   up,   Lyanna,"   he   murmured,   his   lips   brushing   the   corner   of   her   mouth,   a   promise   held   between   them.   "Because   I   will   never   let   you   go."

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@advitameternal asked: “ don’t go yet, I have missed you so much. “ ( from lyanna)

Rhaegar   stood   at   the   threshold   of   the   dimly   lit   chamber,   the   cool   air   swirling   around   him,   carrying   the   scent   of   wildflowers   from   Lyanna's   hair.   Her   voice,   soft   and   pleading,   lingered   in   the   air   like   an   enchanting   melody,   each   word   wrapped   around   his   heart,   tightening   with   a   fierce   longing   he   struggled   to   contain.

He   turned   to   face   her,   his   silver   hair   catching   the   light,   revealing   the   intensity   in   his   violet   eyes.   In   that   moment,   the   weight   of   his   desires   surged   within   him,   threatening   to   overwhelm   the   careful   restraint   he   had   maintained.   He   could   see   the   yearning   in   her   gaze,   the   way   her   lips   parted   slightly,   inviting   and   dangerously   tempting.   Yet,   he   knew   he   must   tread   carefully.

“Lyanna,”   he   said,   his   voice   low   and   edged   with   caution,   “if   I   stay   any   longer…”   He   paused,   the   words   caught   in   his   throat,   as   the   truth   of   his   desire   threatened   to   spill   forth.   The   thought   of   claiming   her,   of   having   her   as   his   own   in   every   way,   grew   heavier   with   each   secret   meeting   they   had   shared.   The   world   outside   their   bubble   of   stolen   moments   seemed   to   fade   away,   yet   the   reality   of   their   situation   loomed   like   a   storm   on   the   horizon.

“I   might   do   things   I   regret,”   he   continued,   his   resolve   wavering.   “I   desire   you   more   than   anything   else,   and   I   fear   that   if   I   do   not   leave   now,   I   shall   be   lost   to   this   want.”

Rhaegar’s   heart   ached   as   he   looked   into   her   eyes,   the   longing   mirrored   there.   It   was   a   feeling   both   intoxicating   and   terrifying,   a   tempest   of   emotions   that   threatened   to   consume   him   whole.   The   weight   of   duty   pressed   heavily   on   his   shoulders,   but   the   desire   for   Lyanna,   to   possess   her   fully   and   completely,   was   a   fire   that   burned   hotter   with   every   stolen   glance   and   every   shared   whisper.

“I   do   not   wish   to   hurt   you,   nor   do   I   wish   to   bring   chaos   upon   us,”   he   whispered,   fighting   against   the   urge   to   step   forward,   to   close   the   distance   that   felt   like   an   insurmountable   chasm   between   them.   Yet,   as   he   turned   to   leave,   the   longing   in   her   voice   echoed   in   his   mind,   drawing   him   back,   reminding   him   of   everything   they   could   never   truly   have.

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In   the   dim   light   of   the   chamber,   Rhaegar   found   himself   torn   between   the   intoxicating   allure   of   Cersei   and   the   heavy   burden   of   duty   that   pressed   upon   his   soul.   Her   words—her   bliss   blinding   her   to   the   world   beyond   them—echoed   in   his   mind,   a   siren   call   that   both   drew   him   closer   and   pushed   him   away.   He   could   see   her   happiness,   radiant   and   unyielding,   illuminating   the   shadows   that   surrounded   them,   but   a   flicker   of   uncertainty   danced   in   his   own   heart.

"Your   bliss   is   blinding."   It   was   a   truth   he   could   not   deny.   In   that   moment,   he   felt   a   sense   of   freedom   he   had   not   known   before.   But   freedom   came   at   a   cost,   and   with   it   came   the   specter   of   his   responsibilities.   The   war   behind   his   eyes   was   one   she   could   not   see—the   conflict   between   the   man   he   was   expected   to   be   and   the   man   he   longed   to   become.

Cersei’s   conviction   pierced   through   his   doubts.   Her   honesty   rang   true,   yet   he   could   not   shake   the   feeling   that   her   desires   were   built   on   the   very   foundation   of   rebellion.   He   watched   as   she   moved   closer,   her   hand   trailing   down   his   chest,   a   touch   that   ignited   a   fire   within   him.   The   thought   of   her   as   a   partner   as   her   hand   worked   to   free   him   from   breeches   and   felt   soft   against   his   hardness—of   building   a   future   together—was   tempting   beyond   measure.He   felt   himself   teetering   on   the   edge   of   a   precipice,   drawn   in   by   the   magnetic   pull   of   her   passion.   Her   words   ignited   something   primal   within   him—a   yearning   he   had   suppressed   for   far   too   long.  

"If   you   wish   to   be   ruined,"   he   whispered,   his   voice   low   and   laden   with   promise,   "then   scream   my   name."   The   fervor   in   her   gaze   sent   a   rush   of   adrenaline   through   him,   and   in   that   instant,   he   knew   what   he   must   do.   Legs   parted   as   he   align   himself   into   her   entrance   and   with   his   hands   upon   the   desk   behind   him,   he   pushes   into   her.   "You   are   mine.   Ānogar   ānograro."

ㅤㅤㅤHER  BLISS  IS  BLINDING,  AS  IF  NOTHING  ELSE  IN  THE  WORLD  COULD  POSSIBLY  MATTER  IN  THAT  MOMENT.  All  those  years  of  waiting,  pining  for  him,  and  now  her  prince  is  bringing  her  dreams  to  life.  The  consequences  of  her  actions  are  not  something  she  cares  to  consider,  truth  be  told,  knowing  that  nothing  could  possibly  outweigh  what  she  may  gain.  Just  his  touch  would  have  been  enough  of  a  victory  to  make  the  risk  worth  it,  and  he  has  given  her  far  more  than  that  already.  This  is  a  vindication,  proof  that  Aerys  was  wrong  for  daring  to  refuse  her  as  Rhaegar's  bride  so  long  ago,  and  retribution  for  the  king's  denigrations  of  her  family.  Servants,  he  had  called  them.  But  what  did  her  father  do  to  prove  him  wrong?  Nothing.  He  did  not  fight  for  his  daughter  as  he  should  have,  and  perhaps  that  is  the  one  thing  she  has  held  against  Tywin  for  all  this  time.

ㅤㅤㅤAs  her  senses  return,  she  can  see  the  war  behind  Rhaegar's  eyes,  a  flicker  of  conflict  in  those  dark,  beautiful  indigo  hues.  What  is  it  that  tears  at  him  so,  she  wonders?  His  instinct?  His  duty?  Her  own  resolve  is  unwavering,  knowing  she  risks  ruin  if  they  are  discovered,  but  she  could  not  care  less  about  that  as  long  as  she  gets  to  finally  have  her  prince.  She  has  always  been  his,  but  now  he  has  claimed  her  as  such.  How  could  she  ever  be  anyone  else's  now  that  she  has  finally  felt  his  touch,  when  he  has  tasted  her  and  brought  her  to  a  height  that  no  one  else  could  push  her  to?  It's  a  maddening  realization  when  she  tastes  herself  for  the  first  time  upon  his  tongue.  Cersei  sighs  happily  into  their  kiss,  her  heart  racing  when  she  peeks  below  and  notices  him  undoing  his  breeches.

ㅤㅤㅤ❝ I've  never  wanted  anything  more  in  my  life.  ❞  Her  answer  is  swift.  Decisive.  Not  a  single  doubt  in  her  mind.  She  cups  his  face,  mingled  breaths  as  she  lingers  close,  all  sincerity  in  her  gaze.  ❝ The  only  thing  I've  ever  wanted  in  my  life  has  been  you,  Rhaegar.  I  always  did  what  was  required  of  me,  what  my  family  needed  me  to  do,  but  you  are  all  I  wanted.  Only  you.  ❞  She  lets  her  words  linger,  more  tender  as  she  kisses  him  again,  hoping  that  he  will  see  the  honesty  in  her  words.  Cersei  knows  it  must  be  hard  to  believe  for  a  man  like  him,  that  he  is  not  wanted  only for  his  power  or  proximity  to  the  throne,  nor  even  his  reputation.  Hundreds  of  maids  fawn  over  him for more shallow reasons.  Who  wouldn't?  But  she  does  not  care  for  his  princehood;  she  would  have  him  even  if  he  was  a  beggar,  she  would  follow  him  into  desolation  if  that  is  what  it  takes.

ㅤㅤㅤ❝ Let  our  fathers  be  angry.  Let  them  gnash  their  teeth  and  wail  their  furies.  My  father  did  not  fight  for  me  when  yours  rejected  me;  no,  he's  planning  to  wed  me  to  a  Baratheon  now.  And  we  both  know  that  Aerys  only  sees  you  as  competition  for  his  throne.  So  why  should  we  care  what  either  of  them  have  to  say?  ❞  A  palm  flattens  against  his  chest,  trailing  down  his  torso  until  she  reaches  his  opened  breeches,  slipping  inside  to  feel  him.  ❝ They  are  the  past,  Rhaegar,  and  we  are  the  future.  It's  time  that  we  take  control  of  our  own  lives,  is  it  not?  ❞  She  strokes  gently,  her  hand  wrapping  around  his  length  to  pump  teasingly  when  she  feels  him  harden  beneath  her  touch.  The  other  hand tugs  at  his  loosened  breeches,  pulling  them  down  until  he  is  free  from  the  fabric.  ❝ I  would  help  you  build  whatever  future  you  wish  for.  I  would  stay  at  your  side  and  fill  the  keep  with  your  children.  Or  if  you  would  rather  leave  this  place,  I  would  go  with  you.  I  will  follow  you  wherever  you  lead  me.  ❞  Her  voice  lowers  from  its  sweetened  tone,  the  sultry  edge  returning  as  her  lips  brush  against  his  again.  ❝ Fill  me,  Rhaegar.  Claim  me.  Ruin  me  for  all  other  men.  Let  there  be  no  more  doubts  as  to  who  I  belong  to.  ❞

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Rhaegar   stood   silently   as   Lyanna’s   words   filled   the   space   between   them,   her   confession   weaving   through   his   mind   like   a   song   that   refused   to   fade.   He   hadn’t   expected   this—hadn’t   expected   her   to   speak   of   her   heart   so   plainly,   to   admit   that   the   very   life   she   was   destined   for   now   felt   foreign   and   wrong.   His   own   heart   echoed   the   dissonance   she   described,   torn   between   duty   and   a   passion   that   had   taken   root   the   moment   they   first   laid   eyes   on   each   other.

He   looked   at   her,   his   gaze   soft   yet   conflicted.   The   Stark   girl   who   had   once   seemed   so   certain   of   her   path   now   trembled   before   him,   clutching   at   his   tunic   as   if   he   were   the   only   solid   thing   left   in   her   world.   And   perhaps   he   was.   She   spoke   of   duty,   of   marriage,   of   the   bitter   inevitability   that   awaited   her,   and   yet,   he   knew   those   words   weighed   just   as   heavily   on   her   as   they   did   on   him.

“Lyanna,”   he   murmured,   his   voice   deep   and   steady,   though   beneath   it   lay   a   storm   he   could   scarcely   control.   “The   gods,   or   fate,   or   whatever   it   is   that   brought   us   together…   they   are   cruel   indeed.   I   am   a   man   of   many   titles,   bound   by   many   promises.   But   there   is   one   truth,   one   desire,   that   I   cannot   deny.   You   are   that   truth.   You   are   what   my   heart   desires,   more   than   I   ever   thought   possible.”

His   hand   moved   to   her   cheek,   gently   brushing   away   the   strands   of   dark   hair   that   had   fallen   into   her   eyes.   His   touch   lingered,   and   he   let   out   a   quiet,   pained   breath,   as   though   every   second   with   her   brought   him   both   agony   and   ecstasy.

“I   would   rather   die,”   he   said,   voice   firm,   “than   see   Robert   Baratheon   take   you   as   his   wife.   He   could   never   understand   you,   never   love   you   the   way   I   do.   He   is   not   worthy   of   you.”   His   thumb   traced   the   curve   of   her   jaw,   his   touch   delicate,   reverent.   The   longing   in   his   chest   felt   like   a   chain   wrapped   too   tightly   around   his   ribs,   each   moment   with   her   pulling   it   taut.

“Every   time   I   see   you,”   he   whispered,   “I   wish   you   were   mine,   not   just   in   one   way,   but   in   every   way.   I   wish   I   could   take   you   away   from   all   of   this,   away   from   the   burdens   and   the   promises   that   neither   of   us   asked   for.   If   only   we   were   free…”

He   trailed   off,   his   thoughts   too   heavy   to   finish.   But   Rhaegar   knew   there   was   no   freedom   in   the   world   for   them—not   now,   not   while   he   wore   the   crown   of   a   realm   bound   by   duty   and   expectations.  

His  words  wrapped  around  her  like  a  bittersweet  melody.  His  touch  made  her  skin  burn  in  the  most  delicious  way,  and  she  wanted  more.  More  of  this  every  day,  until  she  drew  her  very  last  breath.  How  could  she  ever  many  another,  his  cousin,  when  she  wanted  him  so  ardently?  This  was  against  everything  she  believed  him.  Before  she  came  here,  she  thought  she  knew  herself,  her  values,  and  what  her  life  ought  to  be  like.  Now  everything  was  different.  She  did  not  want  to  feel  this  way,  but  Lyanna  had  little  control  over  her  own  heart.  She  was  a  slave  to  this  newfound  passion,  to  the  war  raging  inside  her  mind.  Her  prince's  presence  overwhelmed  her,  pulling  her  into  something  dangerous,  something  she  had  no  power  to  resist.

❝  The  fates  are  cruel.  I  never  thought  I  would  feel  this  way.  I  never  thought  I  would  be  standing  here,  with  you,  torn  between  what  is  right  and  what  my  heart  wants.  ❞

Would  this  memory  be  enough?  Lyanna  could  not  say  as  much.  Even  if  Robert  claimed  to  love  her,  she  knew  she  would  not  be  happy  by  his  side.  She  knew  that  long  before  her  eyes  first  saw  Rhaegar,  but  before,  she  thought  she  could  bear  it.  Now  that  she  knew  what  love  truly  felt  like,  nothing  would  ever  be  the  same.

❝ We  shouldn't  want  each  other,  no.  Not  when  we  belong  to  other  people.  And  yet…  Why  do  I  feel  like  this  is  exactly  where  I  belong?  ❞

Lyanna  didn't  understand  it  herself.  Her  fingers  trembled  slightly  as  they  gripped  the  fabric  of  his  tunic,  grounding  herself  in  the  moment.

❝ I  knew  the  moment  I  heard  you  sing.  Never  in  my  life  had  I  heard  something  so  beautiful,  so  …  real.  The  next  time  we  see  each  other  might  be  at  my  wedding.  ❞

Her  words  hung  in  the  air  like  a  bitter  truth  neither  of  them  could  avoid.  Lyanna  swallowed  hard,  her  chest  tightening.  She  was  promised  to  another,  bound  by  the  duty  she  had  always  known  would  come  for  her,  but  did  it  matter?  He  was  married.  He  had  children,  hence  even  if  she  was  not  betrothed,  they  could  never  be  together.  Not  in  this  life.

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Rhaegar   was   silent,   but   his   mind   churned   with   thoughts   as   he   listened   to   Cersei’s   voice,   her   words   steeped   in   passion   and   devotion.   Her   breathless   gasps   and   whispered   declarations   of   loyalty   filled   the   space   between   them,   but   he   remained   composed,   though   he   could   feel   the   pull   of   something   darker,   something   that   threatened   to   strip   away   the   control   he   had   always   kept.   His   fingers   still   moved   with   calculated   precision,   his   breath   warming   the   skin   of   her   neck   and   breasts,   but   beneath   it   all,   there   was   a   growing   conflict—a   recognition   of   the   danger   in   giving   in   to   this   moment.

He   could   see   the   hunger   in   her   eyes,   the   way   her   body   responded   to   every   touch.   She   spoke   of   dreams   and   devotion,   of   risking   everything   for   him.   But   Rhaegar,   for   all   his   power   and   purpose,   knew   that   this   was   dangerous   ground.   He   had   been   raised   to   be   more   than   just   a   prince,   more   than   a   man   who   indulged   in   his   desires.   There   were   duties,   legacies,   and   prophecies   to   fulfill—yet   here,   in   this   stolen   moment,   it   all   seemed   to   blur.

He   had   held   back   for   so   long,   carried   the   weight   of   prophecy   and   the   future   on   his   shoulders.   Yet   now,   as   her   lips   brushed   against   his,   her   body   trembling   beneath   him,   he   wondered   if   perhaps   he   was   losing   sight   of   what   was   supposed   to   matter   most.   He   moved   with   urgency,   lifting   her,   pressing   her   onto   the   table,   her   golden   hair   cascading   around   her   like   a   lioness   ready   to   pounce.   When   she   gasped   his   name,   her   fingers   curling   in   his   hair,   Rhaegar   felt   his   restraint   fraying.

She   called   him   her   prince,   her   dragon,   her   god—and   he   realized   that   in   this   moment,   she   truly   believed   it.   Cersei   Lannister,   with   all   her   fire   and   ambition,   would   have   given   everything   for   him,   and   in   that   realization,   he   felt   a   pang   of   something   deeper.   To   her,   he   was   a   god,   a   savior,   but   to   himself—he   was   bound   by   fate.   When   her   climax   tore   through   her,   and   she   called   out   his   name,   her   body   trembling   in   his   hands,   Rhaegar   remained   still   for   a   moment,   his   heart   racing   but   his   mind   a   storm.

Instead   of   answering,   he   let   her   taste   herself   in   his   tongue   as   he   draw   her   close   as   they   kiss,   wet   fingers   leaving   a   trail   on   her   skin   as   he   undoes   the   laces   of   his   breeches.   "Is   this   what   you   want,   truly?   To   anger   our   fathers   and   be   filled   deep   with   a   dragon's   seed?"

ㅤㅤㅤIF  SHE  DID  NOT  FEEL  EVERY  TOUCH  SO  INTENSELY,  SHE  COULD  SWEAR  THIS  WAS  ANOTHER  DREAM.  He  proves  to  her  with  every  pump  of  his  fingers,  every  hot  breath  against  her  neck  and  breasts,  that  it  isn't.  Now  her  dreams  cannot  compare,  not  even  to  this  small  taste  of  what  awaits.  A  pleasure  that  reaches  deep  within;  something  far  beyond  mere  flesh.  He  said  he  would  make  her  his.  Would  he?  She'd  sworn  she  could  be  happy  like  this,  as  a  mistress,  however  he  wished  her  to  be,  but  he  had  been  quick  to  point  out  the  lie.  Surely  Rhaegar  must  see  how  badly  she  wants  him  in  every  way.  How  they  were  meant  to  belong  to  each  other.  Here  she  is,  risking  her  reputation,  her  future,  her  life  itself  just  to  prove  her  devotion.

ㅤㅤㅤPerhaps  he  has  finally  realized  what  she  has  tried  to  show  him  all  this  time.  She's  never  seen  her  prince  like  this,  that  beautiful  discipline  of  his  tainted  by  something  carnal  beneath,  all  courtesies  betrayed  to  share  this  moment  together.  ❝ How  long  have  you  been  holding  yourself  back?  ❞  Cersei  dares  to  whisper,  feeling  the  need  in  how  he  moves,  his  heart  racing  beneath  her  palm  as  it  presses  to  his  chest.  ❝ You  are  a  dragon,  my  prince.  You  were  not  meant  to  be  tamed.  ❞ It  surprised  her  when  he  lifts  her,  Cersei's  lips  brushing  against  his  own  between  their  mingled  breaths,  settling  upon  the  table  where  he  places  her.  The  lioness'  grin  grows  at  the  prince's  jest.  ❝ What  if  I  want  them  to  hear?  ❞  she  returns  with  a  teasing  glint  to  her  eyes,  though  she  knows  that  discretion  is  necessary.  What  a  pity  it  is,  for  she  wants  everyone  to  know  that  he  is  hers,  just  as  she  is  his.  In  due  time,  she  must  remind  herself,  and  for  now  she  must  settle  for  stifled  moans.  At  least  it  is  oddly  arousing,  knowing  the  risk  of  discovery.  But  she  fails  to  be  mindful  of  that  when  his  mouth  presses  between  her  legs,  a  loud, vocal  gasp  as  his  tongue  slips  between  her  folds  to  taste  her.

ㅤㅤㅤ❝ Rhaegar,  ❞  she  calls  his  name  in  delight,  a  hand  quickly  rushing  to  press  over  her  mouth  to  muffle  her  cries  of  pleasure.  Her  free  hand  braces  shakily  against  the  table,  a  tremble  rushing  through  her  thighs  every  time  he  laps  over  her  clit.  ❝ I'm  going  to  come  ─  ❞  she  warns,  no,  prays.  Cersei  was  taught  of  seven  gods  and  their  seven  names  since  childhood,  but  right  now,  the  only  name  that  comes  to  mind  is  his.  To her, Rhaegar might as well be a god; the only god that matters, for how she reveres him. Her  hand  clamps  tighter,  fighting  desperately  against  the  moans  that  flood  her  mouth.  When  the  pressure  breaks  within  and  she  reaches  her  climax,  the  lioness  shivers,  a  guttural  cry  of  pleasure  captured  in  her  throat  as  her  walls  tighten  and pulse around  the  prince's  fingers.  The  wave  hits  her  unlike  anything  she's  ever  felt  before,  a  height  that  not  even  her  own  explorations  had  reached.  ❝ My  prince,  ❞  Cersei  purrs through a shaky breath.  She  reaches  for  Rhaegar,  brushing  her  fingertips  through  his  hair.  ❝ Do  you  like  how  I  come  for  you?  How  I  taste  upon  your  tongue?  ❞

[rh3egar]

𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐑𝐇𝐀𝐄𝐆𝐀𝐑 𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐘𝐄𝐍 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐋𝐀𝐃𝐘 𝐋𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐀 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐊

Prince Rhaegar won the tournament by defeating Ser Barristan Selmy, but instead of crowning his own wife, Princess Elia Martell, as the queen of love and beauty, Rhaegar shocked those present by presenting the laurel of blue winter roses to Lyanna, placing it in her lap with the tip of his lance. At that moment "all the smiles died".

Prince Rhaegar loved his Lady Lyanna, and thousands died for it.”

with @advitameternal lyanna's.

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[rh3egar]

@advitameternal asked: "god i missed you so much…" ( from lyanna)

How   such   statement,   simple,   could   make   the   prince   growl   against   her   mouth   and   ache   for   more.   Keep   her   close   and   fuck   everyone   else   who   decides   his   fate.   Heart   pounded   in   his   chest   as   he   held   Lyanna   in   his   arms.   The   warmth   of   her   body   against   his,   the   scent   of   her,   all   seemed   to   awaken   something   deep   within   him   that   he   had   long   kept   buried   under   duty   and   restraint.

In   the   dim   light   of   Winterfell's   hidden   chamber,   their   lips   met   in   a   fervent   kiss,   as   if   they   were   trying   to   make   up   for   all   the   lost   time.   Each   touch,   each   caress   seemed   to   speak   of   years   spent   apart,   of   dreams   and   regrets,   of   a   love   that   had   withstood   the   test   of   time   and   fate.

As   their   kisses   grew   more   desperate,   more   intense,   Rhaegar   reluctantly   pulled   back,   his   breath   ragged.   He   looked   into   her   eyes,   those   eyes   that   had   once   been   his   sanctuary   and   now   seemed   more   precious   than   ever.   "Lyanna,"   he   murmured,   his   voice   rough   with   emotion.   "I   came   here   in   secret,   risking   everything   to   see   you.   We   must   be   cautious."

His   warning   came   with   a   mixture   of   tenderness   and   resolve.   The   weight   of   their   situation—the   dangers   surrounding   them,   the   secrets   they   were   keeping—loomed   over   him.   Despite   the   fierce   longing   that   surged   within   him,   he   knew   they   had   to   remain   vigilant.   Their   love   was   a   precious,   fragile   thing   in   a   world   that   seemed   determined   to   tear   them   apart.   "The   more   you   kiss   me   the   more   I   need   of   you."

[rh3egar]

In   the   dimly   lit   tent,   away   from   the   gaze   of   the   assembled   nobility,   he   could   feel   her   shuddering   gasp   as   his   fingers   explored.   Each   movement   was   deliberate,   calculated   to   evoke   the   pleasure   he   knew   she   craved.   Her   response,   a   mixture   of   gasps   and   whispered   commands,   was   a   testament   to   the   intensity   of   her   yearning.

As   she   arched   into   him,   her   hands   seeking   out   the   strands   of   his   silver   hair   with   a   tenderness   that   belied   her   fierce   nature,   Rhaegar's   expression   softened.   He   allowed   himself   a   fleeting   smile,   a   private   acknowledgment   of   the   connection   they   shared   in   this   secluded   haven.   Her   pleasure   was   palpable,   a   beautiful   contrast   to   the   often   cold   and   distant   nature   of   the   world   he   inhabited.

When   she   demanded   more,   her   voice   a   seductive   growl,   he   could   sense   the   primal   force   of   her   need.   He   guided   his   fingers   with   a   practiced   grace,   his   movements   matching   the   rhythm   of   her   breathing.   The   intimacy   of   their   encounter   was   not   just   physical   but   emotional;   it   was   as   if   their   souls   were   entwining   in   a   dance   as   old   as   time   itself.

He   could   feel   her   body   responding   to   his   touch,   every   part   of   her   aligning   with   his.   Her   hands   roamed   over   his   bare   flesh,   each   caress   fueling   the   growing   tension   between   them.   Rhaegar’s   heart,   usually   so   disciplined   and   restrained,   raced   with   an   intensity   he   had   rarely   felt.   He   knew   that   this   moment,   this   connection   with   Cersei,   was   both   a   gift   and   a   burden.   It   was   a   rare   opportunity   to   experience   such   raw,   unfiltered   desire,   yet   it   came   with   the   knowledge   of   the   responsibilities   and   constraints   that   awaited   him   beyond   the   tent’s   confines.

Her   final   request,   to   be   made   ready   for   him,   was   not   just   a   plea   for   physical   fulfillment   but   a   demand   for   his   complete   presence.   He   leaned   in   closer,   his   breath   mingling   with   hers,   as   he   pulled   her   up   to   the   table   before   them   and   guided   her   legs   to   be   open,   one   resting   with   ease   on   a   chair.   His   fingers   remain   there.   "You   must   be   quiet,   or   people   will   hear   you."   Rhaegar   jest   as   he   moves   down,   between   her   legs   and   with   the   lack   of   smallclothes,   he   let   his   fingers   leave   space   for   his   tongue   to   finally   taste   her   once,   twice,   before   he   begins   to   move   tongue   over   sensitive   bud.

ㅤㅤㅤSHE  TRIES  NOT  TO  TREMBLE  WHEN  SHE  FEELS  HIS  FINGER  SLIP  INSIDE,  but  a  shuddering  gasp  betrays  her,  brows  lifting  in  pleasure  by  this  sudden  invasion.  How  many  times  has  she  dreamt  of  this?  Imagined  it  as  she  slipped  her  own  fingers  into  her  smallclothes  in  the  dark  hours  of  the  night?  Oh,  but  his  fingers  are  stronger  than  hers,  bigger,  with  all  the  dexterity  of  a  man  who  could  play  his  harp  as  well  as  he  could  swing  a  sword.  It's  better  than  her  dreams,  better  than  anything  she's  ever  imagined,  and  that  is  only  one  finger.  How  mesmerizing  it  is  to  see  him  smile  after  he  kisses  her;  how  prideful  she  feels  to  know  that  her  prince  is  enjoying  her.  She  smiles  as  well,  and  Cersei  cannot  remember  the  last  time  a  smile  of  hers  had  ever  been  so  true,  so  genuine  in  the  joy  that  shapes  her  lips.

ㅤㅤㅤHis  mouth  is  heaven  upon  her  breast,  head  craning  back  at  the  pure  pleasure  of  the  contact,  chest  arching  forth  in  search  of  more.  One  arm  circles  over  his  shoulders,  digits  running  through  that  beautiful  silver  hair  that  she  has  longed  to  touch,  streaming  like  moonlight  through  her  fingertips.  Legs  spread  unquestioningly  at  his  warning,  a  breath  held  as  she  feels  the  second  finger  join  the  first,  delightful  tension  stretching  at  her  inner  walls.  ❝ My  prince,  ❞  she  purrs,  but  her  words  carry  more  of  a  growl  this  time,  a  possessive  inflection  as  if  to  claim  him  as  her  own.  Her  prince.  He  is  hers.  The  lioness  sinks  her  claws  in,  grasping  the  fabric  of  his  shirt,  pulling  it  half  down  Rhaegar's  body  as  all  of  the  sweetness  that  remains  to  her  melts  away  into  a  maddening  desire.

ㅤㅤㅤ❝ One  more,  ❞  Cersei  breathes,  lips  pressing  beneath  his  jaw.  Her  hips  shift,  adjusting  their  angle  and  pace  until  she  finds  that  perfect  harmony  with  the  motions  of  his  fingers.  Hands  slip  beneath  the  shirt  she  had  half-torn  from  him,  roaming  over  the  bare  flesh  of  the  dragon's  torso.  She  can  feel  her  walls  begin  to  pulse,  so  close  to  rapture  already  and  so desperate  to  have  it.  ❝ I  never  tried  three.  Show  me  how  it  feels,  ❞  she  tempts  him,  begs  him,  emeralds  flickering  with  dark  delight  as  she  whispers  into  his  ear,  ❝ Make  me  ready  for  you.  ❞

[rh3egar]

Rhaegar   felt   a   deep   ache   settle   in   his   chest   as   he   held   Lyanna   closer,   their   breaths   mingling   in   the   soft   glow   of   candlelight.   The   weight   of   their   impending   separation   loomed   over   them   like   a   dark   cloud,   heavy   with   unspoken   fears   and   desires.   He   savored   the   feel   of   her   warmth   against   him,   the   delicate   brush   of   her   lips   still   tingling   on   his   own.

His   voice   was   a   whisper,   threaded   with   the   sorrow   of   knowing   their   time   together   was   fleeting.   “I   wish   I   could   see   you   again,   Lyanna,”   he   murmured,   his   fingers   brushing   tenderly   against   her   cheek.   “I   wish   this   moment   could   last   forever,   that   we   could   stay   here   in   Harrenhal   where   nothing   else   matters   but   us.”

He   held   her   gaze,   his   indigo   eyes   filled   with   a   depth   of   emotion   that   transcended   words.   The   connection   they   shared   was   something   he   had   never   felt   before—something   profound   and   beautiful,   yet   painfully   ephemeral.   The   reality   of   their   parting   was   almost   unbearable,   but   he   fought   to   keep   his   composure,   even   as   his   heart   ached   with   the   realization   of   what   they   must   inevitably   face.

Lyanna’s   response   struck   a   chord   deep   within   him.   Her   words,   so   honest   and   raw,   cut   through   the   haze   of   their   desire,   reminding   him   of   the   bitter   truth   they   had   to   confront.   The   curse   of   Harrenhal   seemed   a   cruel   irony   now,   for   it   was   within   its   walls   that   he   had   found   something   he   had   long   thought   lost.

Rhaegar   gently   cupped   her   face,   his   thumb   tracing   a   path   along   her   jawline,   as   if   to   memorize   the   feel   of   her   skin.   “If   only   the   fates   had   smiled   upon   us,”   he   said   softly.   “But   even   if   this   is   all   we   have,   it   will   be   enough.   I   will   carry   this   memory   with   me   always,   like   a   beacon   in   the   dark.”

As   she   leaned   in   once   more,   he   met   her   halfway,   their   lips   meeting   in   a   kiss   that   was   both   a   farewell   and   a   promise.   It   was   a   kiss   that   spoke   of   longing   and   regret,   of   a   love   that   would   remain   unsaid   but   never   forgotten.   He   had   to   push   himself   away   at   most,   with   the   way   his   fingers   curled   in   the   material   of   her   dress,   daring   to   tear   the   fabric   away.   But   she   deserved   more   than   that.   "I   know   I   should   not   want   you   but   you   been   in   my   mind   even   before   the   tournament.   I   saw   winter   roses   and   I   knew,   it   was   you."

Lyanna's  heart  pounded  in  her  chest,  every  instinct  screaming  at  her  to  pull  away,  yet  something  deeper,  something  primal,  kept  her  rooted  in  place.  Never  before  had  she  wanted  something  this  much.  She  was  no  stranger  to  flattery,  especially  not  from  men  who  thought  they  could  sway  her  with  beautiful  words  —  but  Rhaegar  was  different.  When  he  sang  earlier,  she  cried,  something  she  never  did  in  public  (  and  for  which  she  poured  a  glass  of  wine  on  top  of  her  brother's  head  for  mocking  her.  )  His  words  were  not  Robert's.  She  could  feel  that  he  meant  them,  which  made  it  all  the  more  dangerous.

Her  breath  caught  as  his  thumb  brushed  her  lip,  and  she  held  his  gaze,  unblinking,  fully  aware  that  unlike  her  betrothed,  he  wasn't  ignoring  the  wilderness  inside  her,  but  embracing  it.  The  first  kiss  was  soft,  the  discovery  of  something  new.  Something  she  wanted  to  explore.  If  anyone  found  out,  her  reputation  would  be  ruined,  but  she  could  not  bring  herself  to  care  at  this  very  moment.  Not  when  he  was  looking  at  her  like  that,  and  even  less  when  he  kissed  her  again.  Lyanna  melted  in  his  kiss,  her  hand  coming  up  to  rest  lightly  against  his  chest.  For  a  moment,  Lyanna  allowed  herself  to  give  in,  to  taste  the  warmth  of  his  mouth,  and  the  heat  that  surged  between  them.  It  wasn’t  the  rough,  eager  kiss  of  a  man  claiming  what  he  wanted.  It  was  something  deeper,  something  that  stirred  in  her,  too,  even  if  she  was  not  sure  how  to  name  it.  Was  it  fate?  It  did  feel  this  way,  like  her  soul  had  been  made  for  his.

When  they  parted,  her  breath  came  quicker,  her  pulse  still  racing  as  she  looked  up  into  his  indigo  eyes.

❝   I   will  keep  this  as  a  precious  memory  of  my  prince,  even  when  I  am  back  in  Winterfell,  so  far  away  from  you.   ❞

Her  voice  wavered,  betraying  more  than  she  wanted  to.  She  swallowed,  trying  to  steady  herself,  but  her  heart  was  heavy.She  had  never  been  one  to  need  anyone  except  for  her  family,  never  one  to  be  held  down  by  desires,  but  now,  she  understood  the  depth  behind  all  the  songs  she  adored.

❝   I   wish  this  time  in  Harrenhal  would  never  end.  People  say  it  is  cursed,  but  how  can  it  be,  when  it  led  me  to  you?   ❞

She  said,  the  words  slipping  out  before  she  could  stop  them.  The  honesty  in  her  voice  surprised  even  her.  Biting  down  on  her  lower  lip,  she  slowly  shook  her  hand  before  letting  her  hand  slip  to  his  neck,  standing  on  her  tiptoes  so  she  could  close  the  distance  between  them  again.  If  she  had  to  let  him  go  once  the  festivities  ended,  then  she  wanted  to  remember  everything,  and  not  feel  any  regret.

[rh3egar]

𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈 𝐃𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐒 𝐎𝐅: 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐀𝐑, 𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐂𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓.

a big compilation of romantic, spicy and bittersweet starters, quotes, scenarios and places where one can get romantic. beware that some of these are of mature nature while others imply cheating or the thought of it. this were all thought to be in fandoms that are of historical nature or high fantasy but you can adjust names, locations and pronouns accordingly.

JEALOUSY. 

“I shouldn't be jealous, you aren't even mine.”

"Name, please. I'm gonna hunt that fuck down and kill 'em myself."

"It's time that you proved your loyalty to me."

"I could keep you safe, they're all afraid of me."

"Could they make you feel this good?" 

"I'll make sure you never see them again."

“Did he make you come?"

“ I don't want anyone other than me knowing what it sounds like when you scream."

"You're mine. Don't forget that. You promised."

"I don't care if you're just friends.”

 "You and i both knew what he was doing."

"I've never seen you that mad before."

 "Woah, where are we going?"

 "the hell was that?"

 "what is your problem?"

 "We need to talk about that little stunt you pulled earlier."

"She looked at you funny..."

“They can’t stop looking at you.”

"Who was that?"

"I don't like the way he/she/they look/s at you."

"So what if I'm jealous?"

"You are spending WAY too much time with that guy/girl/person."

"Hey. You're mine." 

"Don't worry. I'm yours."

"Are you jealous?~"

"Did you really have to give me so many hickeys?"

"I can't have these people all over you."

 "Oh, come on. Don't worry about him/ her/them, we're just friends."

"Don't you trust me?" 

"You're not the one I don't trust..."

ANGST ROMANCE. 

"My life is my own to ruin."

"If you don't love, prove it to me. prove to me that you've never felt something towards me. look at me."

"Is this what you wanted, huh? you could just make me fall in love with you and then just- just fucking leave? do you really expect me to be okay with that?"

"I wish we'd have more time."

"I told you not to fall in love with me."

"I'm not actually feeling anything."

"Do you want me to leave?"

"I thought we'd have more time."

"It scares me what I'm willing to do for you."

"I said I'd take care of you, did you think I wouldn't follow through on that?"

"I don't want anyone else. No one else can make me feel like you do."

"I can't sleep without you here"

"You need a place to stay for the night?"

"It's hard to sit here and be close to you and not kiss you."

"Did you really think this would 'get better' after we married?"

"I'm allowed to be obsessed with you, I'm your husband/wife."

• "you haven't changed." •

"do you want to give us another chance?"•

"let's start over."

"i don't want to start over."

"I don't care what others say, i trust you."

"you better not screw this up."

"i regret everything."

"god i missed you so much..."

"you've never left my mind."

"i thought i was doing the right thing. i had no idea...im sorry."

"I made the biggest mistake of my life and losing you was it's price."

"Are you even listening to me?" 

"Leave. Leave right now."

"All you do is whine."

"What the hell is wrong with you?!"

"How did that feel?"

"Is this how little you think of me?"

"I wouldn't miss you. Nobody would."

"You ruined everything."

PINNING.

"Do you know how hard I'm trying not to kiss you right now?"

"I'm very busy and you're distracting me right now."

"Don't you ever get lonely."

" I dreamt about you last night, and it was fantastic, but I woke up, and you weren't here."

• "Did you really mean that? you don't love me?"

"I'll take care of you."

"Because you're the only one who isn't treating me like I'm some fragile, innocent little thing to protect."

 "There's people outside who look like they want your head on a platter."

"Aww, jealous?"

"You're not an awful company when you're not trying to be obnoxious and ruin my day."

 "Just be honest, for once in your life."

"Dance with me, please?"

"What, did you think I kissed you all these times because I was doing it for the shits and giggles?" 

"I didn't mean to fall for you." 

"How mad would you be if I kissed you right now?"

 "Close your eyes and hold out your hand." 

"If there was ever anybody meant for me, it's you."

"I promised to love you forever, and that is a promise I intend to keep."

 "You are worth waiting for. So when you are ready, I'll be here."

"I will never stop fighting for you. I will never stop protecting you."

"Kiss me like that again and I'm going to think you're in love with me."

 "... But what if I am in love with you?"

 "It was about the sex at first but now it's... It's not. It's more than that. And I think that's what scares me the most."

"I don't think I can do this anymore."

"Because I think- I think I'm starting to get greedy. I think I'm starting to want more with you."

"no, we can't- we cant do this."

"someone might see us- stop."

 "did you really mean that? you don't love me?"

"if you don't love, prove it to me. prove me that you've never felt something towards me. look at me."

TENSION/PROTECTIVE.

"W-why are you looking at me like that?"

"Rumor has it, I make you nervous."

 "Your face is heating up, is it something I said?"

 "You weren't supposed to see me in this, so I'm just gonna go."

"Never gonna happen."

"Say it." 

"You fucking idiot- would it kill you to be careful so I don't have to worry about your safety all the time!?"

 "I've been horrible to you this whole time, on purpose, to drive you away. Why do you keep coming back?"

"be careful next time, okay?"

"god, i don't know what i would have done if you got hurt."

"you grew on me, alright?"

"of course, it just had to be you. it always had to be you."

 "why was it always you?"

"can't you just leave me alone? i think about you enough as it is."

"you make me want to be better."

"you didn't deserve that.."

"this wasn't supposed to happen. you weren't supposed to do this to me."

"when you love something, you protect it."

"I'll keep you safe."

• "when i say run, i need you to do as i say and don't even think about me."

"close your eyes, you don't need to see this."

"it's alright. they won't be hurting you again..."

"there's nothing in this world nor any other, that would stop me from protecting you."

"i swear to you. as long as i'm by your side, you'll never be harmed."

 "you tell me."

"whatever you'd like us to be."

"whatever we are, i like it."

"I don't think that's up to just me, is it?"

"we don't have to be anything. I'm tired of people labeling us."

 "you know what we are. you just want to hear me say it.”

"Did we mean anything to you? Did I mean anything to you?"

"Look at me in the eyes. Tell me you never loved me. Tell me that I meant nothing to you. Tell me that this was all a lie."

"You didn't just betray my trust. You destroyed my heart."

"Slit my throat. Let me bleed out on this alleyway. Let my blood splatter your shoes. But when I'm gone, there will be no one left who ever loved you."

DIRTY SOFT AND NASTY SPICE.

"You're so messy."

"Your thighs are shaking so much." 

"Be good for me and I'll untie you." 

"That's good, baby, keep doing that."

 "Just relax for me, I'll make it feel good." 

"But you want me. I was inside you. I tasted you. That is a truth you will never escape."

 "Always so fucking tight for me."

"Look at what you did to me. I've had to deal with this all day."

"You are so gorgeous."

"Just like that princess." 

"Good girl."

"I'm going to fucking ruin you."

. "You're so in for it when we get home." 

 "You can take it, you've done it before." 

"Just a little more."

"Suck on my fingers."

 "You look so good with my hands around your neck."

"Keep your eyes open, look at me, baby."

"I'd hold on to something if I were you."

"It seems you forgot to wear any underwear tonight."

"I see you've started without me."

"Wanna taste?"

"Less talking. More fucking."

"You're really going to make me beg for it?"

"I'm going to show you what a real fucking is."

"Are you going to eye fuck me all night or are you going to do something about it?"

"You're so sexy when you're all hot and bothered."

"Try to keep quiet. We don't want to get caught."

"I really don't care. You still look hot and i'm trying not to kiss/ fuck you senseless right now." 

"Do you like that?"

"Spend the night with me"

 "I want to taste you."

"Open your mouth."

"If you want to come, you better beg."

TEASING ONE ANOTHER.

"You were always the quiet one."

 "Let me show you why you should stay in bed."

"Does it make you nervous when I stare?" 

 "It's hot when you talk back."

"Quiet, baby, the others will hear."

"I had this dream and- fuck- you couldn't keep your hands of me."

 "You're still so needy, even after i just fucked you."

"I'll make sure you feel good."

 "Well good morning to you too."

"Seeing you between my legs is so hot." 

"Like what you see?"

"I promise I'll be good."

 "Just shut up and fuck me."

"You taste so good."

 "If I have to stop what I'm doing then your'e not gonna be able to walk for the next

week."

"Better shut that mouth before I put it to work."

"I know, baby, I know. I'm right here, just breathe."

"Where did this attitude come from?"

"You like it that much, hm?"

"You know I'm holding back from fucking you over this kitchen counter, don't push

your luck."

"Can you help me with this lace?" 

 "I bet you look even better with your clothes off."

 "Are you trying to turn me on right now? Because it's working."

"Are you sure? Once we start, I might not be able to stop."

"I thought maybe we can do a little more than just kissing."

"I'm going to be late because you can't keep it in your pants."

"I'll keep you warm."

 "I'm still sore from last night."

BEGGING/PLEADING.

 "I can't- please- I can't-"

"I want more, please, give me more."

"I need you so bad right now."

" What are your fantasies? I want to make every single one of them come true."

"Whatever you want me to do to you, I'll do it."

"Oh fuck, don't stop."

"I've had it with your attitude."

"No, we can't- we cant do this."

"Someone might see us- stop."

"Make me."

"I'll let you do anything if you just touch me right now."

"I've never wanted anyone to fuck me this badly."

"I want you inside me."

"You feel so good."

"Bite me."

"There's people here." 

 "Don't cover your mouth, I wanna hear you."

"We're really going to fuck here? What if someone sees us?"

"Is it good when I touch you here? Or maybe here?"

"Beg for it."

"Be a good girl/boy for mommy/daddy." 

"Please! Give it to me."

"So good for me, look at how much you came."

"Shh, just look at me, baby."

"I'll take care of you."

"I need it! Please."

"God, you love it like this, don't you?"

"Don't tease me."

"Dont be so rough. there can't be any marks."

 "No, i'm supposed to be making you feel good."

"Stop teasing me so much."

"Mine."

"I love it when you moan my name" 

"Just a little harder"

"I want you now"

"Use your tongue"

"Please don't stop."

"Oh my God, do that again."

"We could get caught."

ORDERS.

"Baby. On all fours."

"Say what you want me to do to you, and I will."

" Let me make you feel what you've never been before."

" You're always on my mind, and I can't wait to get you out of it and into my arms."

" Can you come over? I need your help with something."

" You're mine, every single sexy part of you."

" I crave your body. It's my drug."

 "I'll be gentle, promise."

"Just relax."

"Give me a little show."

"Don't cover your mouth. I wanna hear you."

 "Don't let a single drop go to waste."

"Beg for it."

"Strip."

"I'm waiting."

"Behave."

"I know you can be louder than that."

"You are so good."

"You can take it."

"Use your words baby."

"What's my name love?"

"You are so pretty when you're begging."

"I'm not done."

"I cant hear you, be louder."

"You're mine."

"I love it when you talk dirty."

"This is new."

"I told you to stay still."

"Maybe I need to remind you of your place."

"Did you mean the things you said?"

“Try to stay quiet, yeah?"

"Take your clothes off. Right now.""

 "Hands behind your back."

"Open your mouth for me, baby.”

"Ready for another round, babe~"

"I've waited so fucking long for this...."

KISSING PROMPTS

 staring at the other's lips, trying not to kiss them, before giving in

when one stops the kiss to whisper "I'm sorry, are you sure you-" and they answer by kissing them more

a hoarse whisper "kiss me"

following the kiss with a series of kisses down the neck

starting with a kiss meant to be gentle, ending up in passion

a gentle "i love you" whispered after a soft kiss, followed immediately by a stronger

kiss

when one person's face is scrunched up, and the other one kisses their lips/nose/ forehead

height difference kisses where one person has to bend down and the other is on their tippy toes kisses where one person is sitting in the other's lap

kisses meant to distract the other person from whatever they were intently doing

top of head kisses

Littering small kisses across their face

A kiss that lasts so long, they are sharing each other's breaths

An accidental kiss given in front of others without thinking

Sneaking away to share a kiss

Kissing in a stairwell, creating an artificial height difference

Deep kisses with hands tangled in each others hair

A kiss that starts to heat up when a third party interrupts

Running a finger across their lip until they can't resist any more, tilting their chin towards them for a kiss

Brushing a kiss along the shell of the other person's ear.

Staring at each other's lips for a moment before moving closer, as if drawn together by some unseen force.

Weak, sweaty kisses because it's unbearably hot.

A kiss so passionate, so perfect - that after they part, neither person can open their eyes for a few moments afterwards.

An unexpected kiss that shocks the one receiving it.

Kisses that start on their fingers and run up their arm, eventually ending on their lips.

Cleaning the other person's lips with a lick and a kiss.

A kiss  during  a  fake  relationship .

A kiss   of  desperation .

A kiss  in  secret   forbidden relationship .

A kiss  to  prove  a  point .

A kiss  against  a  wall .

A kiss to seal a marriage.

NONSEXUAL ACTS OF INTIMACY.

Finding the other wearing their clothes.

Having their hair washed by the other

One falling asleep with their head in the other's lap.

Sharing a bed

Shoulder rubs

Reading a book together

Patching up a wound

Taking a bath together

Accidentally falling asleep together

One character adjusting the other's jewelry/neck tie/ etc.

Slow dancing

Tracing your lovers features while they sleep.

When they like to kiss the tips of your finger every morning.

Cuddles where their nose nuzzles on your nose and a slight giggle escapes their lips.

 Classic "there was only one bed".

 Having to share one blanket, fighting over it the whole night.

There's only one pillow, and neither of you can sleep without one. You both end up using each half of the pillow to rest your head on, causing your faces to be only a few inches apart.

 Wanting to borrow the same book but there's only one copy of it available at the library. After arguing over who will get it, you both decide to share it and study together.

 Being trapped somewhere.

INTIMACY/IN BED PROMPTS.

Holding hands during a stressful situation.

Smiling in-between kisses.

Touching foreheads.

Cheek kisses.

Slow dancing.

Intertwining fingers.

Comparing hand sizes.

Resting your head on your partner's lap.

Standing on your tip toes to reach your partner's lips.

Kissing your partner's wounds.

Falling asleep on your partner's shoulder.

Bridal carries.

Spooning.

Rolling over in bed, switching positions during a kiss.

Embracing your partner.

Intertwining fingers when making love.

Nudging into the crook of your partner's neck.

Waking your lover with soft kisses to their neck.

Morning kisses that become more desperate with the passing of time. 

Cuddling after a nightmare/a bad dream.

Inexperienced muse asks the experience once to teach them things.

Waking up your partner with a consented oral.

PLACES TO DO IT.

On a balcony.

On an empty hallway, nearby a party or gathering.

In the king’s chambers.

By the edge of the window. 

With an open door in the room.

In a conference room. 

Risking discovery in someone else’s room.

In a whorehouse. 

In the sea.

By the cliffs near the rocks. 

In the middle of a musical festival/celebration. 

By a tree. 

In the beach. 

[rh3egar]

𝕽𝖚𝖇𝖎𝖊𝖘 𝖋𝖑𝖊𝖜 𝖑𝖎𝖐𝖊 𝖉𝖗𝖔𝖕𝖘 𝖔𝖋 𝖇𝖑𝖔𝖔𝖉 𝖋𝖗𝖔𝖒 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖈𝖍𝖊𝖘𝖙 𝖔𝖋 𝖆 𝖉𝖞𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖕𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖈𝖊, 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖆𝖓𝖐 𝖙𝖔 𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖐𝖓𝖊𝖊𝖘 𝖎𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖆𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖑𝖆𝖘𝖙 𝖇𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖍 𝖒𝖚𝖗𝖒𝖚𝖗𝖊𝖉 𝖆 𝖜𝖔𝖒𝖆𝖓'𝖘 𝖓𝖆𝖒𝖊.

independent, selective, independent and divergent prince rhaegar targaryen from a song of ice and fire and hbo's thrones universe. mixture of media. extremely selective with interactions. written by cali.

𝕽𝖍𝖆𝖊𝖌𝖆𝖗 𝖋𝖔𝖚𝖌𝖍𝖙 𝖛𝖆𝖑𝖎𝖆𝖓𝖙𝖑𝖞, 𝕽𝖍𝖆𝖊𝖌𝖆𝖗 𝖋𝖔𝖚𝖌𝖍𝖙 𝖓𝖔𝖇𝖑𝖞, 𝕽𝖍𝖆𝖊𝖌𝖆𝖗 𝖋𝖔𝖚𝖌𝖍𝖙 𝖍𝖔𝖓𝖔𝖗𝖆𝖇𝖑𝖞. 𝕬𝖓𝖉 𝕽𝖍𝖆𝖊𝖌𝖆𝖗 𝖉𝖎𝖊𝖉.

A   study   in: prophecies, plagued by your blood and past, visions of the future, a desire to be remembered, the king that never was, the last summer prince, subversion of the princess and the dragon trope.

𝕻𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖈𝖊 𝕽𝖍𝖆𝖊𝖌𝖆𝖗 𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊𝖉 𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝕷𝖆𝖉𝖞 𝕷𝖞𝖆𝖓𝖓𝖆 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖚𝖘𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖘 𝖉𝖎𝖊𝖉 𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝖎𝖙.

[rh3egar]

Dangerous   thing   to   be   said   to   a   man,   or   anyone   really.   She   sneaks   into   his   tent   late   at   night   and   proclaim   herself   his   to   take,   and   the   warm   wetness   he   touches   between   her   legs   is   nothing   but   a   signal   that   she   is   not   lying   to   him   about   that.   Clarity   tells   him   that   he   should   not   do   this,   his   father   would   not   approve   and   yet,   the   thought   of   that   only   encourages   him   to   wrap   an   arm   around   her   waist   while   he   introduces   a   finger   inside   her,   feeling   how   she   shift   and   moves   to   give   him   space.  

She   tastes   as   sweet   as   he   thinks   she   does   and   for   a   moment   ,he   thinks   of   going   down   on   his   knees   and   taste   her   first   before   letting   her   do   the   same,   but   she   already   moaning   and   her   body   responding   so   deliciously   against   his   that   Rhaegar   cannot   help   but   to   smile   against   red   lips.   Free   hand   is   now   upon   her   breast   and   the   prince   dips   down,   to   take   hardened   nipple   upon   his   mouth,   letting   tongue   swirl   around   it.  

"I'll   add   another   finger   now.   Be   a   good   girl   and   spread   your   legs   a   bit   more."   Rhaegar   speaks   further   as   he   introduces   another   into   her   and   watches   as   her   face   changes,   before   he   begins   to   crook   and   pump   fingers   inside   of   her,   feeling   her   grind   against   him.   What   an   enticing   thought   she   gives   him,   of   exploring   herself   to   feel   good   against   him.   "And   you   are   being   good.   Keep   going."

ㅤㅤㅤHE  CALLS  HER  A  LIAR,  YET  ALL  SHE  CAN  THINK  OF  IS  HOW  PRETTY  HER  NAME  SOUNDS  COMING  FROM  HIS  LIPS.  She'd  believed  herself  when  she  said  it.  She  could  be  his  mistress,  if  that's  what  he  wants  of  her.  Cersei  was  so  assured  of  that,  and  yet,  her  prince  sees  beyond  her  words.  He  knows  her  better  than  that.  And  how  wonderful  it  is,  to  be  known  by  him.  There  was  always  a  polite  distance  between  them.  Courtly.  But  there  was  a  familiarity  there  that  she  had  once  thought  to  be  one  sided.  She  memorized  every  detail  about  him  and  made  peace  with  the  idea  that  he  would  not  do  the  same  unless  they  were  betrothed.  Now  it  seems  she  was  incorrect  about  that,  and  perhaps  her  prince  has  paid  more  attention  to  her  than  she  thought  he  did.  The  realization  makes  her  heart  soar.  Cersei's  body  shivers  as  his  fingers  venture  further,  her  heart  pacing  within  her,  beating  so  loudly  she's  certain  he  can  feel  it  when he touches her.  But  even  as  his  form  draws  nearer,  so  close  she  can  feel  their  bodies  brush  together  when  she  breathes,  Cersei  does  not  back  down,  gaze  enraptured  by  the  prince's  own.

ㅤㅤㅤ❝ No,  ❞  she  confesses.  She  could  never  lie  to  him,  even  though  she  had  lied  to  herself.  ❝ I  want  to  be  more  than  your  mistress.  So  much  more.  ❞  But  she  would  suffer  through  it  anyway if she had to,  all  the  shame  and  rumors  and  the  vile  looks  she  would  receive,  the  permanent  stain  upon  her  name.  Only  for  him.  ❝ I  want  to  give  you  more  than  just  my  body.  I  want  to  give  you  my  heart.  My  life.  They  are  already  yours;  you  need  only  claim  them.  ❞  But  right  now  he  asks  for  her  devotion,  and  half  a  smile  curls  upon  her  pleasure-tainted  lips  as  she  nods,  eager  to  prove  herself.  And  what  a  delicious  request  it  is.  Her  hands  slip  between  them  to  hold  to  Rhaegar's  waist,  beginning  to  drag  her  cunt  against  his  hand.  ❝ I  can  do  it  just  like  this,  ❞  Cersei  asserts  proudly,  her  grin  growing.  ❝ I  wanted  to  be  good  for  you,  so  I  practiced  every  night.  ❞  That's  not  a  lie,  either.

ㅤㅤㅤThe  Lannister  sighs  as  his  lips  press  against  the  top  of  her  head,  a  reminder  of  the  sweet  prince  she'd  known  him  as,  but  he  shows  her  so  much  more  than  sweetness  as  his  lips  descend  to  claim  hers,  sending  butterflies  fluttering  through  her  entire  being.  I'll  make  you  mine,  he  says,  and  her  mind  focuses  upon  those  words,  using  them  as  fuel  to  drive  her  onward.  She  moans  into  Rhaegar's  mouth,  digits  grabbing  desperately  at  the  fabric  of  his  shirt  for  leverage  as  she  grinds  more  fervently  against  his  hand.  ❝ Rhaegar,  ❞  she  moans  again,  savoring  the  taste  of  his  name.  Cersei  takes  one  of  his  hands,  bringing  it  to  an  exposed  breast  to  feel  the  already-hardened  nipple.  ❝ For  you,  my  prince.  ❞

[rh3egar]

"Never   easily   swayed,   but   perhaps   a   worthy   reward,   for   such   a   secret.   And   my   endurance   for   a   mighty   punch."   Gods,   she   truly   is   a   beauty,   a   wild   one   he   had   been   heard   others   refer   to   her   as.   Robert   Baratheon   boosted   how   he   would   soon   be   wed   to   her   and   yet,   he   cannot   imagine   her   ever   saying   yes   to   that   man   when   he   cannot   keep   one   on   a   bed.   Thoughts   of   his   family   and   his   wife   fill   him   for   a   second,   and   he   feels   guilt   over   it   all,   but   he   also   recalls   the   propehcy   and   the   ice   in   her   calls   to   the   fire   inside   him   and   he   wonders,   if   this   was   always   meant   to   be,   with   the   history   between   their   families.   Attraction   could   no   longer   be   ignored.

  "⸻You   truly   are   a   beauty,   Lyanna.   More   than   just   what   the   eye   can   see."   The   prince   speaks   in   a   whisper   upon   her   permission   and   he   leans   into   it,   both   hands   craddling   her   cheeks   to   let   thumbs   under   her   chin   and   lifting   her   head,   dark   indigo   eyes   looking   upon   her.   The   first   touch   of   lips   is   soft   and   simple.   Mouth   upon   mouth,   he   does   not   push   anything   else   or   dare   to   intrude   her   but   the   blood   on   his   body   rushes   at   the   feeling.  

Rhaegar   keeps   the   distance   then,   his   thumb   brushing   upon   her   lower   lip   after   that   tasting   delight   and   he   breathes   out.   "I   shall   kiss   you   so   you   will   keep   it   to   memory."   But   it's   selfish   truly   because   he   wants   to   kiss   her   again   and   shortly   after,   his   lips   replace   his   lip,   opening   his   mouth   for   her   to   follow   and   taste   her   further.   He   wants   her   to   have   a   worthy   kiss   to   remember   him   by   but   he   also   know,   he   was   doomed   to   find   ways   to   keep   her   in   his   life,   no   matter   the   cost.

She  could  have  been  condemned  to  death  for  hitting  a  prince,  punished,  and  discarded  for  not  showing  him  the  respect  he  was  due.  She  should  be  dead,  for  king  Aerys  had  ordered  for  the  knight  of  the  laughing  tree  to  be  brought  to  him.  Rhaegar  never  betrayed  her  secret.  She  was  herself  quite  surprised  by  those  strange  feelings  that  were  bubbling  inside  her.  It  was  something  strange,  something  foreign. 

❝   A  kiss?  You  think  me  so  easily  swayed,  my  prince?  ❞

There  was  a  playful  edge  to  her  voice.  The  world  seemed  to  fall  away,  leaving  just  the  two  of  them  standing  on  the  precipice  of  something  dangerous,  something  she  shouldn’t  want  but  she  did.  The  very  thought  of  his  lips  on  hers  sent  a  rush  of  heat  through  her  cheeks,  something  that  never  happened  whenever  she  thought  about  her  betrothal  with  Robert.  She  lifted  her  chin  up,  her  hand  hovering  near  his  chest,  her  fingers  aching  to  close  the  distance.  The  irony  of  it  all  twisted  inside  her.  She  told  her  brother  how  she  did  not  trust  her  fiancé  to  be  faithful  once  they  would  be  married,  and  now  …  She  was  no  better  than  him.  No,  she  was  worst,  for  Rhaegar  already  had  a  family.

Perhaps  she  truly  was  an  awful  person,  because  in  this  moment,  she  was  willing  to  forget  about  everything  else  except  her  dragon  prince.  In  her  heart,  Lyanna  already  knew  the  truth.  If  he  kissed  her,  she  wouldn’t  pull  away.  No  matter  the  cost.

❝   Well,  perhaps  I  shall  let  you,  then.  You  earned  it.  ❞

Her  voice  was  much  softer  now  as  she  gazed  at  him,  gray  eyes  shining.  She  wanted  that  kiss.  There  was  not  much  she  could  choose  for  herself.  No  matter  how  strong  her  feelings  for  Rhaegar  were,  she  was  doomed  to  marry  a  man  she  did  not  choose.  But  this?  It  was  something  she  could  choose,  and  she  wanted  Rhaegar  to  have  her  first  kiss,  and  to  discover  the  taste  of  his  lips.

[rh3egar]

icons for the complicated man.

[rh3egar]

&. 𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐚𝐥 / 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

(  various  dialogue  prompts  for  all  your  medieval  /  fantasy  /  d&d  inspired  threads  and  aus!  feel  free  to  change  how  you  seem  fit.  )

❛ i hope this raven finds you well… ❜

❛ you carry a sword, yet you are not a knight. ❜

❛ the gods must be angry. i sense a storm brewing. ❜ 

❛ there’s no place i’d rather be than by your side. ❜ 

❛ nobility is defined by what you do, not who you are. ❜

❛ i know how to keep my life and my crown. and i will. ❜ 

❛ well, i’m not a knight. not yet. ❜

❛ at least we’ll die with honor. ❜

❛ i’ve never seen a dragon before, what are they like? ❜

❛ this knife is laced with venom, any sudden movements and you’re dead. ❜ 

❛ of all the idiots in the realm, i’m trapped with you. ❜ 

❛ shed no tears for me. i will be back before you know it. ❜ 

❛ i’m sorry, but i’m to be married to someone else. ❜ 

❛ here’s a copper for your thoughts. and a silver not to tell them. ❜ 

❛ you humans are most amusing. ❜ 

❛ may i have this dance? ❜ 

❛ you were made to be ruled. ❜ 

❛ i will protect you. it is my duty, knight or not. ❜

❛ my kingdom is in danger. i’ve come to ask for your aid. ❜ 

❛ i’ve got a date with destiny, and it won’t end in a kiss. unfortunately. ❜ 

❛ keep your sword up and your back straight. ❜

❛ you’re asking me to commit treason. ❜

❛ you will make a fine ruler one day. ❜ 

❛ no curse of mine shall befall you from my dying breath. ❜

❛ you should see me in a crown. ❜ 

❛ bury me shallow, i will be back. ❜

❛ bard! play something a little more upbeat. ❜ 

❛ i warn you, i’ve been trained to kill since birth. ❜

❛ my magic is useless against them. i’ve never felt so powerless. ❜ 

❛ how can it be my destiny to protect someone who hates me? ❜ 

❛ i am at your mercy, your grace. ❜ 

❛ do not be afraid, little one. i will not hurt you. ❜ 

❛ any man who must say ‘i am the king’ is no true king. ❜

❛ knights must prevail with steel and sinew alone. ❜

❛ impudent of you to assume i will meet a mortal end. ❜

❛ spare me the ‘i’ve come to slay you’ speech and let’s get on with it. ❜ 

❛ it is my duty to protect the last of the dragons. ❜

❛ do i look like the kind of person who dies? ❜

❛ we are king and queen, chained together like prisoners in a dungeon. ❜ 

❛ for every great ruler, there is an equally great assassin poised to kill. ❜

❛ my bloodline was wiped out before my eyes. i’m the last heir. ❜ 

❛ you look better in your wanted posters. ❜ 

❛ you don’t need a king. a knight can make another knight. ❜

❛ violence for violence is the rule for beasts. ❜

❛ fear cuts deeper than swords. ❜

❛ pick a god and pray to it. ❜

❛ i’d rather die than marry you. ❜ 

❛ my duty is to my people. ❜ 

❛ glad to see you haven’t become food for the vultures. ❜ 

❛ i will paint the throne red with your blood. ❜ 

❛ what’s a life threatening quest without a bit of music? ❜ 

❛ some of us may not survive, but the ones that do will get the ultimate reward… paid. ❜

[rh3egar]

𝖒𝖊𝖒𝖊 𝖈𝖆𝖑𝖑, hit the heart for me to send you memes, let me know which muses of yours if you are a multi.