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*ੈ𑁍༘⋆ ─ ❝everbloom❞ ─ jacaerys velaryon and tyrell!reader. | the unforgettable gift of a first-time lover.

❝If I had a flower for every time I thought of you...I could walk through my garden forever.❞

WARNINGS: attempt at fluff smut, everything threatens to choke jacaerys, he needs new lungs, mentions of arranged marriages, baela and unnamed betrothed are aware, reader is from house tyrell but with no description of features other than having breasts, friends and first love to strangers, doomed, first-time sex for both of them, loss of virginity as a gift, semi-public oral (m&f), unprotected p in v, love marking, worship.

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Winter had fast approached King's Landing, the barely-felt chill seeping through the castle’s stone walls in an attempt at soothing the usual humid heat of the capital, like a faint veil compared to what it could do just a few hours on dragonback away. The days started late now and were much shorter, with a dim sun struggling to rise over the horizon on the morrow. Its sibling, the moon, chased after it as it barely reached its peak across the sky, a mocking younger brother eager to ruin its sibling. The shift of the season had brought a different effect on the family, as the usual venom underneath seemingly innocent words had been packed away with the autumn leaves and spring’s blooming flowers.

The empty chambers of the southern wing of the castle would soon be filled with life, laughter, and music with the visit of members of Great Houses as they paid their seasonal visits to celebrate the holy days of the Faith of the Seven with their liege. To Jace, though, winter brought something completely different. Despite the blood of the dragon that ran through his veins and ignited himself, the lick of his winter nameday sent shivers down his spine.

Ten and eight.

It would all change for him in the coming year—a turning point, for better or worse; he could not decide yet. Now a man grown, his long-awaited union with his betrothed would be formalised with the blessings of a grand ceremony in front of the important people of the seven kingdoms. A wedding would open doors to new responsibilities, tasks, and worries. This rite of passage, the bounding of a ring on his finger and his soul with another, would also take him to a new place in the royal council, where he was to assume a more important role, a heavier voice over esteemed lords, as he began to prepare for his future.

It was what he wanted all along, or at least, it was what he had been raised to desire. So, on the very day of his nameday feast, as he leaned against one of the silent corridors of the Red Keep with his eyes falling over the training yard to watch his younger siblings quarrel, he could not help but feel the anxiety build in the pit of his stomach, an annoying itch that he could not ignore.

His brown eyes, as intense as fire, were fixed on the two small frames that moved in sync with the older men, white hair caught in the light as the sun began to dance over the sky while the moon teased its appearance. Aegon and Viserys, sons of their mother’s second marriage, were the very image of Old Valyria, with pure dragon-blooded ancestry on their skin. Despite the immense love he felt for them, a nagging doubt crept into his mind—would one of them eventually turn against him when he claimed the throne, fuelled by the whispers and speculation surrounding his true lineage? He forced himself to take a deep breath, suppressing the bitter taste of anxiety and the lump that often formed in his throat, threatening to choke the air out of him.

Jacaerys had been so consumed by the uncertainty of his future, his blood, and his life that he failed to notice as a second heartbeat approached him slowly, a quiet rustle of fancy clothes while the figure tiptoed around corners and down the deserted corridor where he remained. Normally, his senses would have been on high alert, but this particular day, his mind was elsewhere, making him vulnerable to the sneakiest of attacks. The delicate figure moved closer with an almost mischievous glint in their eye, savouring the element of surprise they had over the young prince.

A hand crept forward, slender index finger extended, poised to deliver a playful jab to his ribcage. And then, the figure exclaimed, “Boo!”

Jacaerys’ soul was yanked out of his body, or so it felt like, leaving him disoriented as he spun around with indignation, ready to confront whoever had dared to disturb his daydreaming. But instead of finding a scowling, unfamiliar face, his gaze fell upon a vision that had him choking on the very air he was breathing. It was her, beauty and grace, an everblooming flower. His heart raced at the mere sight of his first love, the secret that he guarded fiercely, his one and only. The memories of the countless summers they spent together came flooding back as he set his eye on hers. As children, the two had spent two moons every year together after their mothers formed a strong bond and brought the two families together. The nostalgic ache in Jacaerys' chest reminded him of the joy, the laughter, and the secrets they had shared.

Even now, no longer a child, her face still blossomed with that radiant smile that had first captivated him. Her cheeks flushed with the gentle touch of rose petals, a kiss of flowers on her skin. Her eyes, so vibrant and full of life, sparkled with mischief under the golden hour. The corner of her full lips twisted into that smile that always told the truth of her intentions, the playfulness of it all. She stood tall, taller than before, with her hands behind her back in perfect poise, as expected of a high-born lady. Her voice remained that sweet melody that soothed his heart, a song from the wind. "It is nice to see you again, my prince," she greeted him.

He curtsied with exaggerated flair, his eyes never straying from hers as his entire self relaxed in front of her, his worries slipping away with the winter breeze. ”My Lady Tyrell," he laughed.

Her response was immediate, infectious laughter bursting from her like a ray of sun making its way through a cloudy day. She had to cover her mouth to try and contain the radiant smile that threatened to take over her entire face, and he was quick to join in with her laugh, their voices echoing through the empty corridor like the misbehaved children they used to be. He took a step forward, his arms opening wide to welcome his girl in a warm embrace, and for a brief moment, they were lost in the joy of their reunion. It had been a long year without each other, and exchanging letters was nothing compared to having her in his arms. Her face was nestled in the crook of his neck, breathing in the familiar scent of his skin—the stinky dragon, as she would say, had become her most favourite smell in the world. When they finally drew apart, their eyes met, a loving gaze.

“Happy nameday, you dirt-eater.” Her voice trembled as she could barely hide her excitement. The butterflies in her stomach took flight, fluttering with anticipation, nothing in comparison to the wild dragons of the prince before her. He cleared his throat, shoulders squaring as he pulled himself together, the embarrassingly dumb smile still plastered on his face. She brought forward a mysterious box that she had been hiding behind her back and away from his attention, wrapped in delicate pieces of black cloth and with a green velvet ribbon keeping it together. The wrapping could have used some work, as it was obviously put together by her own hand, but that only added to the charm. The weight of the box was unexpected, and as he accepted it, the object inside shifted, its contents rattling softly against the sides.

His hand quivered like a weak leaf as he grasped the delicate box, and the words barely escaped his lips, "A gift, my flower?" His voice trembled as he whispered, "Your presence is enough to illuminate my world.”

Jacaerys gazed into the colour of her eyes, the tidal waves of memories crashing over him like the shores of Dragonstone, a reminder of home, taking him back to the earliest days of their friendship. He could recall their initial encounter, an awkward meeting forced by their mothers, which, in the end, marked the beginning of a bond that would blossom into something more beautiful. The countless afternoons they spent playing, laughing, and bickering when they fought like the children that they were, the many falls and scrapes that left them bruised, and the quiet comfort when words were unnecessary. The innocence of those days had been kind to them, allowing them to unfold together like the petals of a flower. And who would forget that one life-changing night when, at the tender age of ten and two, they stole each other away to the darkest corners to experience the love they witnessed from the adults with inexperienced kisses and hugs that were kept secret from the prying eyes of others?

And after all these years, as they continued to steal glances and kisses and love only they could understand, the emotions between them intensified, refusing to be extinguished even as their moments together began to grow forbidden and inappropriate as they reached maturity.

She flashed a confident smirk, her eyes sparkling with mischief, as she reached forward to unveil the gift that would forever bind them together. "I had to," she said, her voice low and husky, "so you'll always carry a piece of me with you, even as we take on our separate journeys into adulthood."

He tugged on the ribbon with extreme care, his eyes widening as the wrapping made way to reveal the treasure within. The box creaked open, allowing him to set his gaze on the stunning dagger that was nestled in a bed of white velvet. The handle was crafted from a vibrant green glass that matched the scales of his dragon, and a bright red rose was suspended within the glass, a symbol of their unbreakable bond. A dragon and a rose, together forever.

She took a step closer, enveloping him in the familiar flowery perfume that he adored, making his senses tingle. She pointed to the rose with a delicate finger, her eyes searching for him. “A little bit of you and a little bit of me,” she smiled, “so you never forget me.” The dagger was the perfect representation of both of them, and he would treasure it with his life.

“I would never be capable of forgetting you.” He whispered, his voice broken with emotion. The weight of her gesture was still shaking his heart as he set the gift aside on the railing behind him, freeing his hands to take hold of his beloved once again and bring her against his chest for another warm embrace. Her body moulded perfectly against his, and her arms wrapped around his middle as he continued to praise her, “You are my flower.”

They knew that it was dangerous, forbidden, wrong even. They were promised to others, bound by duties and law far greater than themselves, yet the feeling of being in each other's arms was difficult to compare, intoxicating, a sweet temptation. The young lady could feel his heartbeat as she rested against his chest, a soothing melody while Jace buried his face in her hair, wishing he never had to let go of her. He felt like a bee stuck in honey, unable to tear himself away from the sweetness of their embrace. The dagger was long forgotten as they lost themselves in the tender embrace, feeling her love as his most precious gift. The warmth of their bodies intertwined, and the world around them melted away, leaving only the softness of her skin and the rhythmic beating of their hearts. He leaned down, his breath caressing the shell of her ear, and whispered, “You look more beautiful every time I look at you.”

She pulled back from his embrace, her eyes locked on his as her face flushed with the most gentle of colours at his compliment. Her soft and gentle hands cupped his face lovingly, bringing him to her for a brush of their lips. Their mouths parted over each other, overwhelmed by their need for each other. Jace’s arms encircled her waist, surrendering to her as she wrapped her arms around his neck, allowing their kiss to escalate into an all-consuming dance of romance.

He was powerless against her lips, giving in to their sweetness, drawing him. His kisses travelled to the corner of her mouth, teasing a gentle path down her jawline to the irresistible softness of her skin as he left a trail of wet kisses down the side of her neck. Eventually, he found himself at the sensual curve of her chest, ghosting over her collarbones, aching to move further down the neckline. She knew his longing too well, all the signs that he yearned for more, and she felt the same way. Yet, Jacaerys was a gentleman, and he would never be the one to cross the line between them. The decision, then, rested with her, and she was willing to take the risk. With a subtle tilt of her head, she created space for him, her slender fingers weaving through his curls as she drew him closer, his face disappearing into the softness of her chest, nestled between the curves that spilt over the edge of her gown.

He took a deep, sharp breath as his fingers tightened around the fabric of her dress, his heart racing like a runaway horse, pounding painfully inside of his chest. He gritted his teeth, forcing himself to remember that she deserved respect, that she should not be in his mind the way that she was. But then, he heard a sound that was like nothing he had ever heard before—a soft, angelic moan that sent a shiver down his spine. The sound made the sweetest of melodies seem dull in comparison, an intoxicating sound that consumed him. He needed to hear it again; he needed more of it.

Completely under the charm of her music, his hand began its journey over the delicate curves of her waist and bodice. His fingers, trembling in an inexperienced dance, curled around the fabric to pull it downwards and reveal the promise of her form while his other hand wrested with the stubborn laces that kept her hidden away, tugging almost desperately for release. He needed to put his lips on her skin once again, to draw out that melody, to hear her. Her once steady breath now quickened, becoming shallow and laboured, her chest rising and falling as if her very being depended on the touch of his lips. The air was heavy with anticipation, his passion a tempest waiting to be freed.

At last, the laces gave up, and her breasts, heavy and eager, spilt forth from their confines. His lips claimed one of them, his tongue dancing across the tender flesh to taste the sweetness of her forbidden skin. A shiver ran through her, a delicious ache spreading through her body as the unfamiliar sensation ignited her senses, her core growing wetter and wetter, her thighs involuntarily pressing together. He could barely contain his desire. There was so much he wanted to do, so little time, so little space. For now, he would be content with this, with the soft gasps escaping her lips as he teased and tormented her. He broke free, his mouth seeking hers once more, while his hands, possessive and demanding, kneaded her breasts, his thumbs tracing circles over her hardened peaks.

"My prince..." Her voice was a barely audible whisper of lust, lost to the feeling of his mouth on her sensitive body. Her eyes seemed clouded, half-lidded and unfocused, lost in a sea of emotions that made it difficult to form coherent thoughts, yet her purpose remained clear. "Let me..." she struggled to start through her breathing, but her sentence remained unfinished as his lips crashed on hers once again in a fervent dance of open-mouthed kisses, the world fading away and leaving only the sweet, sweet sensation of their lips together.

Her hand, delicate in its dance, wandered down his torso, caressing the contours of his body, trailing over his hips until she finally found her way to the bulge that had formed at the front of his pants. It was his name-day celebration; he would be receiving many gifts, and she was determined to make hers stand out from the rest. She pulled back from his kiss, his lips chasing hers in an attempt to reconnect. He looked into her eyes and noticed that glint, that dangerous, mischievous smile across her face, her warning sign. She was plotting something, and he would be at her mercy.

She whispered a husky promise, her breath dancing across his ear: “Let me make you feel good, Jace.” The sight was the very image of sin itself, as the beautiful girl lowered herself on her knees for him, her bright eyes looking up into his with a wicked innocence.

She wasted no time, her fingers moving with calmness and precision as she navigated the threads that kept his breeches tightly over his hips. In stark contrast to him, who had awkwardly struggled with her laces, it was as if she had rehearsed this very moment, her hands moving with a practiced confidence that left him in the dust. In no time, his breeches had been lowered to his thighs alongside the small clothes that had covered him, the cold breeze brushing past his hardness.

He was a sight to behold, pulsing with life. A glistening sheen of pre-cum on the surface of his cock, tracing a path down the sides as he leaked in anticipation. His head was a shade of pink, bordering on an angry red as it demanded attention, and the sight sent shivers down her spine to ignite the fire in her core. Her heart pounded in her chest as she reached out, her fingers taking his base and gently wrapping around him to feel him for the first time. Jace gasped, but he bit his lip to stop himself from making another sound, fearing he'd turn into a pathetic, whimpering mess in front of her. It was strange for the both of them, yet they were eager to see what this would bring. Slowly, she guided him towards her mouth.

He could not help the thunderous groan as her mouth engulfed his lenght, the sound so loud that it worried him that the people in the courtyard below might hear him. He reached back for the cold railing that was behind him, his knuckles turning white as he kept himself from falling to the ground at the new pleasure he had discovered. His eyes were squeezed shut, his chiselled features twisted as the intense heat surged through his body like a raging fire, consuming every fibre of his being.

She did not stop until she had taken his entire member, the salty tang coating her tongue as he entered her inch by inch, with the tip teasing the back of her throat. She could feel the threat of gagging, so she gently coaxed him back out and took on a rhythm. A dirtier, more sinful dance began, a symphony of fluids as she bobbed her head, taking him deep and pulling back to tease his swollen tip with her tongue. His body was a fountain, spilling forth a cascade of precum that trailed down her chin, neck, and chest, each drop a testament to her power over him.

Jace's soft moans spilt through the hand on his mouth, his sensitivity driving him to the brink of ecstasy with each lick and suck. His body contorted, his hips eager to push deeper into her mouth, desperate for the delicious torture she gave him.

Her hand joined, stroking the shaft when it left her mouth, moving softly over the wet saliva left behind from her mouth. Her eyes moved up, such a sinful sight for both of them, and met with his. Jace could feel the promise of fire burning away at the pit of his stomach, overwhelmed by the pleasure and the sounds of her mouth as she swallowed him to the base and brought him right back in a new pace, quickening by the second and encouraged by the pathetic sounds that left his mouth. His tip teased the back of her throat with a strange tickle, yet she did not mind and continued to take as much of him as she could and bury him to the very end. With a strangled groan, he reached his breaking point, his body convulsing as he released his seed over her. It coated her face, neck, and chest as she pulled herself back from his pulsating cock, dripping cum as the prince left himself be consumed by his orgasm.

He was swept away to celestial realms, and his eyelids squeezed shut with an intensity that bordered on pain, his eyebrows furrowed. Every muscle in his face was contorted, twisted by an overwhelming emotion that had taken over his entire being. The air seemed to vibrate with his ragged gasps as he struggled to refill his lungs, his body slowly descending back to earth. As his eyes fluttered open, his gaze drifted downwards, drinking in the breathtaking sight before him.

He found her even more beautiful, a twisted sort of beauty, marked by his possession. Her skin, glistening with his seed, was proof of his pleasure.

Jacaerys quickly lowered himself, reaching for the crimson cape that draped over his shoulders as he was brought back to reality. He took his time, savouring the moment as he wiped away the remnants of his passion. His shaky fingers lingered on her breasts, enjoying the gentle bounce as he pressed against them to clean off her skin. "You shouldn't have done that, my lady," he murmured, his voice low and husky, slightly wavering from the pleasure he had felt.

"Why not, my prince?" she replied as her finger wiped some of the remains on the corner of her mouth.

He felt the weight of expectation on his shoulders, the grip of duty around his neck, as he struggled to find the words. It was not proper, he wanted to say; it is not meant to be; it is wrong. So many words swirled in his mind, yet he could not convey the message. He could not form the words to say that what they had done had been a mistake because deep inside he felt that it was not. He was bound to marry his cousin, Baela, in a strategic union while she was promised to a lord of another prominent house, yet as they stood together, bathed in the glow of each other’s presence, the ties that had been made for them seemed to burn into insignificance, overtaken by the hum of their forbidden bond.

She gazed into his eyes, clouded by his torment, duty and passion struggling to dominate the other. With a tender gesture, she cradled his face in her hands once again, her lips uttering a gentle whisper of his name, "Jacaerys...". His eyes brimmed with tears, perhaps not of sadness, but out of frustration that he fought to conceal. The longing in his heart was palpable—he yearned for her with his entire being, yet the gods had forbidden their love with a cruel fate that taunted them. In a matter of weeks, they would be in someone else's arms. She was bound to a man she did not know, and he, to a woman who couldn't claim his heart.

But for now, they could find comfort in each other’s lips.

The palace was buzzing with excitement as people gathered to celebrate the day of the heir's firstborn son. Jacaerys was overwhelmed by the attention, sitting at the centre of the grand feast with everyone fixed on him. The sound of laughter and chatter and music gave him a pulsating headache, and he had no choice but to ignore it as the many lords and ladies came to pay respects, bowing and introducing each other before returning to their seats. He had to sit through all of the greetings and listen to the repetitive wishes for his health and happiness. He sat stiffly between his mother, Queen Rhaenyra, and his cousin and betrothed, Princess Baela, who chatted incessantly, trying to engage him in conversation, completely unaware of his discomfort.

He was a pathetic man, he decided, as he felt the bitter gust of jealousy sweeping over him every time his eyes were drawn to that specific corner of the room to see her laughing with the man she was to marry. He couldn’t help but wonder if their encounter had already been forgotten as she seemed so carefree while his manhood still pulsated with the ghost of her mouth. His mind constantly replayed the moment, over and over, tormenting him and leaving him aching for another taste.

"Jacaerys." Baela's voice cut through the air, stern and with an obvious anger that had him whipping his head back to face her. Her features were twisted in a deep frown, her eyes blazing with the hint of fire that seemed to burn him away with her mere gaze. "I see how you're looking at her." her voice was low, not wanting anyone around them to hear her words, "Everyone can see."

He let out a sigh, his shoulders sagging in defeat as he began to explain, "It's just—"

But Baela wouldn't let him finish, her interruption swift, like the stab of a knife.

"No." She snapped, and her voice was like the crack of thunder that shook him awake in the middle of the night. "I will not go through the embarrassment of an affair, Jace. This must end before we are wed, or there will be consequences." Her words were an obvious threat, making him wonder what exactly she meant by that. What else could she do? She already knew that they were destined to fail, to wither away, and she just had to get through one last night before she was out of their life, hopefully, forever. She hated doing that to him, but Baela knew that she was as tied as Jacaerys in this situation, and she would not become the laughingstock of the court.

But his flower commanded attention with the dress of deep crimson that she wore, decorated with intricate gold details and a daringly low neckline that drew the eyes of the room to her beauty. It was impossible to look away from her; his gaze was stuck on the way her locks cascaded down her shoulders and back, with a sprinkling of jewels falling over her forehead to add to the captivating presence. She must have felt the weight of his eyes, he thought, as she slowly turned towards him, and their eyes locked, which made him feel impossibly close to her. The rest of the room faded like mist, insignificant.

He pushed his chair back, the wooden legs scraping against the stone floor, and rose from the table, his family's eyes upon him. As he walked around the table, his boots clicked on the floor, and he caught a glimpse of Baela's questioning gaze, but he dared her to speak out against him as he raised his head. His legs carried him towards the far end of the hall where his lady sat with her family. The members of House Tyrell ceased their conversation, their faces sombre, like if a shadow had fallen over them, as he halted beside their table, his hand extended in invitation to the youngest daughter of Lord Tyrell. Next to her, her own betrothed's face flushed, but he couldn't refuse a prince of the realm, no matter how awkward the situation. The eyes of the men met for a second, and there was a clear rivalry in them, but one was declared the winner by the gentle touch of her hand.

"A dance, my lady?" he asked, his deep voice ringing out across the silent corner, his eyes locked on hers, expectation on his face.

She didn't need to be asked twice. The prince grasped her hand, pulling her into the whirlwind of dancers on the crowded floor. As they took their position, his hand settled comfortably on her hip, a gesture that felt like second nature.

Everything seemed effortless with him by her side, and she could not explain why being with him made her feel that way. So intimate, so loving, so carefree, and yet so heartbreaking. They spun across the floor in a perfect dance, just like they had done since they met, and now no longer children. They laughed together as one made a mistake, stepping over the foot of the other, but the joy was overflowing between them. They must have danced for too long, because the couples around them shifted, came, and went while they remained the same. As he looked at her, he was once again hit by the realisation of their relationship, and there was a sinking feeling in his chest. Yet he was forced to push it aside for her, who looked radiant with her smile as he twirled her around once more. As they swayed to the rhythm, the girl leaned in close, her chest pressed against Jace's, her voice barely above a whisper. "I have another surprise for you."

A mischievous grin spread across his face as he played along. "What more could you possibly give me?"

For a fleeting moment, their eyes locked, and Jace was captivated by the intensity of her gaze. It was as if the very fire of candlelight burnt behind her eyes, melting his heart and awakening feelings he'd never experienced before. The back of her hand dared to caress the skin of his cheek in a scandalous public gesture as her lips curled, a dangerous smirk.

Her words stopped him in his tracks.

"Tonight..." Her voice was soft. "I will gift myself to you, and you will be the first to watch as I come undone completely beneath your touch."

And when the music had reached its climax, she slipped through the sea of dancers, her figure consumed by the crowd in a fascinating disappearing act. The sounds, colours, and sensations blurred around him as he frantically scanned the room, searching for a glimpse of her and her gown, but she was gone, a petal gone with the wind.

A whirlpool of emotions destroyed him, a dangerous mixture of worry, excitement, and fear. His heart was racing like a free stallion running through the open vale as his mind went around the whispers of his flower. The gentle touch of her hand on his arm, the rustle of her gown, the smile... the secrets. He found himself dragged back to his position within the rest of the royal family. He stood frozen, lost in time, completely unaware of the eyes of his family on him until he was nudged forward to prepare to give his speech to his guests. His heart sank with her absence; instead, he locked eyes with one of her sisters, whose knowing glint told him she was aware of her younger sister’s mischief. The sister's piercing gaze seemed to hold a secret message; she was silently daring him to wonder what kind of adventure she had concocted, leaving him to sweat it out in front of the crowd.

His cock stirred.

Jacaerys muttered a quiet curse, his posture twisting and turning uncomfortably in an attempt to fix himself as his mother’s words droned on. Lucerys, catching sight of his brother’s situation, had to stifle a laugh behind his hand while he innocently moved one of their youngest siblings to the front of the family to cover the heir’s decency. Yet, it continued on, with well-wishers and bootlickers taking turns to congratulate him and blessing him on his coming marriage. While Baela did not seem to mind the attention, he felt like the earth had opened up to swallow him whole. His mind raced with thoughts of escape, his face burning with embarrassment.

As the crowd finally bgan to disperse, he made a hasty exit with a mumbled farewell before he stumbled down the stairs with a stiff posture, each step feeling like a thousand stones had been poured into his boots. The dark hallway enveloped him, but the cold wind of night did little against the fire underneath his skin. His mind raced, everything he ever knew and wanted taking over his thoughts. Was she waiting for him in his chambers, hiding from the multitude of people? He needed clarity.

But he could not deny that raw, primal urge that coursed through his veins. He wondered if what he felt was that ‘masculine power' that Daemon had once joked about with him; of course, at the time he did not understand, but now he knew. If she was offering herself, he would take her and give in to the sin that was his desire. He craved her, all of her and more. Her body was his forbidden treasure, and his lips his map. At that moment, he felt an overwhelming reality: no one in this world deserved her more than he did. She belonged to him, and no one else would ever fill the void she occupied in his heart.

The heavy doors to his chambers creaked open, almost a mocking sound as they parted in desperation, drawn back by anxious hands. The room was shrouded in darkness, except for the solitary candle that barely illuminated the space and the sheer curtains holding the full power of the light of night back. Yet, amidst the gloom, a sweet aroma danced through the air, transporting him to a memory of her. The scent of flowers clung to him, tenderly reminding him of the warmth of her skin.

His deep voice, heavy with longing, echoed through the room. “You left me.”

A gentle hum, a teasing sound, was her response. “I wanted you to think about me.”

The words hung in the air, a challenge, a provocation. “I think about you every waking moment,” he replied, his voice trembling with the weight of his emotions.

In response, the curtains shifted, and the silvery light of the moon spilt into the room, its radiance highlighting her beauty like a work of art. The dress she had been wearing lay discarded, abandoned over a chair, and in its place, she wore a slip of silk with a green velvet ribbon that tied at the front of her body, a gift, just like the dagger she had given him earlier in the day. She had planned this all along. His flower pushed herself off the bed, and her hips swayed with a sensual grace as if calling him to come closer. He felt his throat close, almost losing his breathing, his hands instinctively reaching out to claim her as soon as she was within reach. His fingers settled on the soft fabric of her waist, feeling the gentle curve of her body beneath.

Her hands came to claim space over his chest, her delicate fingers tracing gentle shapes in an attempt to calm the turmoil inside of him, feeling the material of his clothing, feeling his form underneath. Her voice, so sweet and velvety, was full of adoration as she spoke to him. “You are so sweet, Jace, my gentle dragon.” Her praise fuelled his fire within, his love for her reaching the skies above him, a rival to Vermax and his wings.

Jacaerys's response was low and husky, his words barely above a whisper as he was on the edge of falling apart under her touch. “And you are my everblooming flower.” The longing had become unbearable, and he slowly leaned in, his lips yearning to bridge the gap between them. The kiss was deep, passionate, and all-consuming, a fusion of their bodies and souls. Heads turned, lips met and moved, and sounds of passion echoed around them and throughout the empty chamber.

Her arms snaked around his neck, pulling him in as if trying to merge their very essence to become one being, inseparable and indivisible, never to be parted. The world around them melted away, leaving only the two of them lost in their beautiful desire. He could feel himself hardening in his breeches even more, growing more uncomfortable by the mere second as he was taken over by his needs. She could feel him, that strange pressure against her front as she was weakened as well, her mind lost in a haze and anticipation.

Almost violently, like the tearing of tender skin, the lovers ripped themselves apart from their suffocating kiss as they ran out of air, their chests rising and falling in ragged unison as they battled to refill their lungs. The prince's lips then grazed the gentle curve of her neck, planting tender, deliberate kisses on the sensitive skin, prompting a soft hum of satisfaction from her, ”Will you accept my gift, my love?" she whispered, her voice barely audible over the heavy silence, the ringing in his ears.

Jace's entire being seemed to seize, his lips still lingering on the delicate curve of her neck, as he wrestled to process her question. She was willing to surrender herself to him, completely, and brave the repercussions of an unmarried night together. Could he accept such a sacrifice? Was he monstrous enough to put her in such a precarious position? His thoughts swirled in turmoil, a part of him screaming that it was morally wrong, while another part yearned to devour her whole.

"I could not do that to you, my flower," he breathed out, brokenness hidden in the crook of her neck and his words laced with a mix of longing, "think of your husband—“

But her interruption was swift and sharp, like she had anticipated his thoughts. "He does not mind," she said, her voice low and resolute. "We reached an agreement.” The prince's eyes widened in stunned surprise as he pulled himself back, his gaze locked on hers.

"What do you mean?" he demanded to know, his voice laced with a mixture of curiosity and a strange fear. Could he trust her future husband’s words? What if he were to turn on his agreement, accuse her of betrayal, and strip her of her honour?

Her eyes sparkled like emeralds under the silvery light, brimming with tears that threatened to spill over. "He knows what this means for us," she whispered, her voice cracking with emotion, "that it is goodbye.” She shook her head, her hair bouncing around her cherubic features as she looked into his eyes, hopeful.

Goodbye.

It was goodbye.

In no time, they will belong to other people.

The next time they meet, they will not be lovers; they will be forced to be strangers.

She knew him too well and knew that his struggle with morality was the only thing that was holding him back from surrendering to his desires. She wanted him to understand that she wanted this, wanted him, regardless of the consequences. So, in a last attempt to let him understand, she reached for the delicate ribbon that was holding her slip together to tug on it and allow the material to shift ever so slightly, revealing just a small hint of her bare skin hiding underneath. As the gown slid open, it seemed that the sound of her rapid heartbeat was the only sound that filled the silence, a reminder that the outcome of this moment was far from certain. He could very well reject her final approach, and she would have to understand.

The velvet parted like curtains as the breeze made the fabric sway gently over her body, leaving almost nothing to the imagination as his eyes were drawn to the womanly shape of her body. His gaze turned into the very mirror of a predator, like that dangerous glint in Vermax’s eyes as he watched his prey. He was drawn to the alluring curve of her breasts, the soft shape of her hips, and down to the forbidden fruit between her tightly clenched thighs, suddenly too aware of his sight over her. At that moment, like a rope snapping, his restraint evaporated, and a primal hunger consumed him. The cold night air seemed to fuel his desire, igniting a fire within him that burnt away any remaining inhibitions.

His hands took hold of her waist, right where they belonged, dragging her in as he claimed her lips once again, sending goosebumps all over her skin. The pressure of his mouth coaxed hers open, and his tongue delved in to find the warmth within. As they kissed, his hand began to roam freely over, pushing the now bothersome velvet aside as he traced her curves, lost in the silkiness of her skin. Her body responded to his touch, her back arching as she suddenly found it difficult to keep her balance, her nails digging into him. The intensity of his kiss was almost overwhelming, leaving her breathless and her senses reeling.

His feet carried them with clumsy steps, legs entwined with each other as they found their way backwards to where she had been waiting for him. The bed, perfectly arranged with soft sheets and plump pillows, was awfully inviting as it seemed to wait for the lovers to surrender to its comfort. She yielded to his guidance, her trust in him allowing them to tumble backwards until the back of her legs found the edge of the bed and she sank down onto the mattress. She settled against one of the many pillows, her shift giving up its attempt to cover her and being discarded aside as she reclined onto the pillows, hair cascading around her like a halo, an otherworldly beauty in the darkness.

Jacaerys felt like he was going to suffocate under the uncomfortable weight of his attire; too many layers threatened to choke the life out of him, so yet again, his inexperienced fingers began to unbutton his clothes, desperate to feel her skin against his and elevate their intimacy. His eyes had darkened to a deep, burning intensity as he looked at her, his lust barely contained behind his restraint. Finally, the last layer had been shed, and he stood before her, bare in body and soul.

With a delicate tug of her hand, she helped him closer to rise on the bed and come to her. He climbed in beside her, together like two pieces of a puzzle, meant to find each other. He hovered over her, his hand on each side of her head as he looked down at her with a love so strong, so deep, and so clear that it made her heart ache with its intensity. He knew that this night would be their only shared secret, one last night before they parted ways forever. She could feel her heart breaking, so she pulled him down to her to take his lips in a kiss that liberated her, pouring all that she felt into the embrace before she could break down in front of him. The young prince's response was immediate, their lips moving in perfect sync as they surrendered to the longing they had repressed.

As he slowly pressed his weight over her, he finally indulged in the desperate wish he had harboured for so long. It was as if he was about to detonate, about to disappear into their passion, never to resurface again. His hands worshipped every inch of her skin, tracing the curves of her hips, the gentle slope of her waist, the softness of her chest, and the slender column of her neck, as his desire reached a fever pitch. His hand, a gentle touch, descended into the valley between her breasts and lingered on the soft expanse of her stomach, igniting a fire within her. Lost in the intensity of the kiss, his palm rested on the mound between her legs, the tips of his fingers teasing the delicate curls. A soft, angelic gasp escaped her lips, “Jace..."

The girl parted her legs in an unspoken invitation, her desire taking over her and clouding her mind. He was a gentleman; he loved her, and he would honour her desire. Every shiver, every arch of her back, every sigh that came through her lips just pushed him to explore further. His fingers slipped between her folds, through the unfamiliar warmth of her arousal. A low groan rumbled in his throat as he felt her for the first time, finding her soaked in a testament of her need for him. Her feelings for him, her desires, her very essence, were laid bare before him.

When her restlessness grew as he touched her, she rolled her hips, a silent plea for more.

"My beautiful girl," he murmured, his voice a low purr against her lips. "Beautiful."

His fingers found peace in a slow dance over her bundle of nerves, testing her limits, finding her pleasure to push her to the brink of ecstasy, to give her what she deserved. She mewled, hips undulating with his touch as his fingers became soaked in her. He followed the rhythm of her body, strokes going harder and faster until she began to drown in a whirlwind of sensation. But his hunger was insatiable. He yearned to give her as much pleasure as she had given him. Pulling away from her lips felt like a betrayal, but he had a different plan in mind. He traced a path of kisses down her neck, across her collarbones, and over the peaks of her breasts, his tongue swirling around her nipples. With each kiss, he counted, an act of devotion.

Eight… twelve… sixteen…

He would remember this moment for the rest of his life, he decided, as he committed to memory every inch of her body, her map of treasure that led to her gold. He left traces of his lips as he went, small but distinct spots of reddening flesh as he took her skin into his mouth, made it his home as he kissed down her body. He lowered himself on the bed to comfortably lay between her legs, on his stomach, his face coming to the very centre of her being, his warm breath mingling with the chill of her skin as he delved into the intimate valley between her legs. The heat radiating from her core enveloped his face as his tongue dared to taste the nectar of her womanhood, tracing a path from base to peak.

Jacaerys Velaryon, accustomed to the finest delicacies, had never tasted anything as intoxicating as his beloved girl. He grew on the sweetest of desserts, the juiciest meats, and the finest wines, but nothing compared to her addictive flavour. He devoured her, his mouth unstoppable as he drank her in. The room was filled with the symphony of her moans and the wet, rhythmic sounds of his tongue against her, lapping at the juices that pooled from her most sensitive place. His hands, strong and possessive, held her hips steady as she bucked and writhed beneath him.

His cock, hard and needy, throbbed against the sheets under his body, dampening them with his pre-cum, the sensitive head rubbing against the rough fabric when he ground his hips against the cushion in desperation while his mouth savoured the sweet fruit of her pleasure. He would never get enough of her, he knew, as he took his time with long yet hungry laps at her apex, swearing to never forget the taste of her on his tongue.

Then, she broke, her cries a siren song that drove him wild. Her body arched, her thighs closing around his head as she reached for the heavens. Her first climax washed over her, a wave of pleasure that left her breathless. She spilt into his mouth, and he took her in willingly as he used his tongue to clean her up completely before he pulled back with a satisfied smirk on his glistening lips, coated in her.

He trailed kisses along the delicate skin of her inner thighs, a shiver rippling through her as she climaxed. His lips lingered, savouring the taste of her, the feel of her skin. He knew that marking more of her skin was dangerous, but he could not help himself from sucking in and biting the plumpness of her thighs as he had done all over her stomach and chest, forming a constellation of love bites as he moved. He wanted to taste every inch of her, to mark her as his as his possessiveness took over, as wrong as he knew it was. Her eyes, half-lidded with remaining pleasure, met his, a silent plea for more. She yearned for him, for the fullness he promised.

Jace, his desire burning, pushed himself up on his arms to crawl over her body. His hips pressed against hers, the hard length of him aching against her soft belly. His own juices seeped from him, a tantalising promise of the pleasure to come. He could feel her anticipation, the way her body tensed and relaxed and shifted, the way her breath quickened. He wanted to lose himself in her, to feel her around him, to bury himself in her warmth.

“If you want me to stop,” He whispered, his voice rough and his throat rather dry, “I will.”

But she reached for his face, her lips curving into a smile that held the promise of endless pleasure. He felt a surge of desire as she parted her legs, inviting him into her embrace. With trembling hands, he guided himself towards her, his aching member finding its way to her entrance. A moment of anticipation passed as he positioned himself, and then, with a gentle push, he entered her, embraced by the foreign feel of her cunt. She tensed, her features twisting as the strange burning of his member settled itself deep within her, breaching her and taking that said innocence of hers.

Jace was engulfed by her warmth, a low groan escaping his lips as he thrust deeper. The friction, the sensation of her tight grip around him, drove him wild and ate at him, begging him to move. He could feel her initial resistance, her eyes fluttering closed as she endured the initial discomfort, and he ached for her. But as her body began to yield to him, her grip loosened, and her eyes, filled with a mix of desire and surrender, met his. He knew then that she was his, body and soul, and he would be deserving of her. Always.

His hips moved with a tentative rhythm, his eyes locked on hers, searching for any sign of discomfort or regret. Her breath quickened, soft whimpers escaping her lips as pleasure began to blossom within her when the initial pain had died out. He claimed her lips once more, their kiss deepening as their bodies moved in a primal dance, moving in a way that seemed natural for them. The initial awkwardness soon gave way to a more confident rhythm, their movements becoming more fluid and passionate.

The room filled with the music of their passion—the soft sighs, the guttural moans, the rhythmic slapping of skin on skin as they found a pace for both of them. The wet, sucking sound of their bodies melding together was a rhythm, driving them to the brink of ecstasy. Jace felt a growing intensity, a hot, pulsating knot forming low in his belly. He wanted to hold onto this moment, to prolong the pleasure, to give her everything he had. This was the first and last night they would spend together; then he would fuck her until the sun found its way back to the skies. Her legs, strong and eager, wrapped around his hips, urging him on. Her heels dug into his back, a silent plea for more, faster, harder. She was edging closer to the precipice, her body trembling with anticipation.

“Jace…” She moaned his name, such a delicious sound that made him feel delirious.

He clung to her, his body surrendering against her, his arms around her and pulling her closer. His hips pounded against hers, relentless as he drove them both to the very end. He could feel her breasts pressing against his chest, soft and warm, bouncing with each move of his body. As they reached their peak, they soared together to the heavens amongst the stars and the planets, lost in a concert of moans and gasps, the music of lovers. He gave himself completely, shooting hot ropes of seed deep into her womb, forgetting themselves in the danger of taking root within her, but still, she kept her hold on him, legs clasped down around him. In that moment, they were one, lost in the euphoria of their shared climax.

The aftermath of their passion left them breathless, their bodies slick with sweat, their hearts pounding. He collapsed onto her, a heavy weight of love and longing. She clung to him, her face hidden in his shoulder to hide the tears welling up in her eyes. The realisation of their separation was a bitter taste to swallow, and it only made her heart ache after her pleasure had taken her. He was hers, and she was his, forever, yet fate had decreed otherwise.

She hummed a soft melody, a song they had created together as children to distract herself from the impending pain of their separation once she left his chambers. It was a simple tune, a secret language between them, something safe from the world, something only they had. Jace, ever knowing of her emotions, understood the unspoken message in her song, the reason why she had now decided to sing to him. He knew the depth of their love, the intensity of their connection. They were two souls intertwined, bound by a love that would burn for eternity, the dragon and the flower. He had a duty as the heir of the kingdom, and she to the future of her house and family. They met when they already belonged to others, and for that, he would never forgive the gods. They gave, and they took.

And for a long moment, they remained together, hearts beating in unison as they flew back from the very heavens above. The silence, however, was comforting, a warm veil over their tired bodies, a shared understanding of their feelings. It was pure intimacy, trust, and love that kept them safe from the harsh realities of their world. He needed her to know that their love would endure; no matter what, she would always be in his heart. "I love you," he declared, his voice a gentle whisper, overwhelmed by emotions. As she wept, he gently wiped away her tears, his touch a source of comfort that tore at their heartstrings. "I will always love you," he vowed, his gaze unwavering, "and only you.”

“Thank you.” She choked out, “For loving me, though I do not deserve it.”

Jace shook his head, his dark curls matted with sweat. His eyes, filled with a mixture of love and despair, met hers. He pressed his forehead against hers, his lips quivering as they threatened to part in a sob that bubbled in his throat. He yearned to give her the world and for a moment wished he was nothing but a simple man deserving of her. “I love you, with my heart and soul, now and forever.”

She, too, was consumed by their love, “Now,” she whispered, her voice trembling, "and forever.”

They spent the night together, finding their pleasure over and over in each other's arms with words of passion and declarations of love, a shared light in the darkness. As dawn approached, casting a soft glow over the room, they lay together with bruised lips, exhausted but content, heartbroken but fulfilled, together. Their secret was known only to a select few; their absence was explained away with elaborate excuses. Her sisters claimed she had spent the night with them, chatting away mindlessly under the light of candles, while his brothers and reluctant cousins feigned ignorance of his whereabouts, pretending that they saw him headed to the dragonpit in the dark of night.

Rhaenyra, however, knew the truth all along yet remained quiet. She had been the witness of the purity of young love from the very moment the two had first met. The queen had tried her hardest to prevent them from committing the same mistakes, yet her efforts were not enough. Her heart ached for her firstborn, who, like her at his age, was bound by duty and forced to sacrifice his happiness. As she gazed upon the sleeping form of her second husband, Daemon, she could not help but wonder if the two of them would ever meet again and eventually be together.

Their weddings took place at the same time, in different places, almost poetic. Jacaerys’ wedding was a lavish celebration witnessed by as many people as they could, with guests from all over Westeros and beyond. Poets and musicians were moved by his sorrow during the festivities, his longing for a love that could not be so evident as he held his bride for their first dance that it would inspire many tales across the realm for centuries to come. Her wedding, though modest, was no less significant. As she was presented to her husband, her heart heavy with sorrow, she forced herself to fulfil her duty. Yet, her tears spoke volumes, revealing the depth of her pain. Despite the circumstances, she endured, as a promise made in a night of heartbreak.

Their paths remained separate, their destinies sealed in the stars. The lovers would never meet again, at least not in this life.

It cannot be denied that, over time, a close bond would blossom between Jacaerys and his cousin-wife, a genuine connection and source of comfort. Together, they welcomed four children into the world: three sons and a daughter, whose name seemed to befit that of a lady of House Tyrell instead of the Valyrian houses. As the years passed, driven by a desire to spare his children from arranged marriages, Jacaerys attempted to reform the traditional customs so his children would be free to choose their own partners, guided by love rather than political advantages.

She brought forth two beautiful twin girls, the mirror images of their mother, and would, unfortunately, pass from an untreatable sickness as her second pregnancy debilitated her young body. The loss of the young Lady of Flowers was a devastating blow to all who knew her, close and far. When the news of her passing reached King’s Landing, Queen Rhaenyra ordered her portrait to be displayed in the Red Keep, under the excuse of her love for a child she had seen grow in front of her eyes. However, those close to Prince Jacaerys knew the true significance of this gesture: it was a silent acknowledgement of the profound love and loss he endured.

As if coming alive from the song of a bard, one of his sons would meet one of her daughters and, with a sweet symphony, would find true love in each other’s arms, just as their parents once did. Yet, this time, their love would be allowed to blossom in the most beautiful union, with the heavens above coming together to bless them. Their love would remain everblooming, a seed planted to grow for many generations to come, a tree of life that would never be cut.

ᡣ𐭩 ─ author's note ;

two months of writing and editing and screaming for THIS?! wack. anyways, happy debut into fluff-smut to me! this oneshot has been through a lot, poor little document. i cannot keep doing this to myself. it's been a long time since i last used the word COCK and it's horrifying lmfao. i need to work on dialogue, i feel like i was limited on that here.

few curious facts about everbloom's world: instead of a reader insert, i had originally created an original female character by the name of alerie tyrell, and the name of jace and baela's daughter was alerya in her honor. the deal she had made with her husband-to-be was that she would never see him again, or mention him in any way. in the first draft, she had a girl that looked just like jace, but the time of their last night and the beginning of her pregnancy was not close at all, so she thought it was a sad gift from the gods. in another draft, she attended jace's crowning ceremony and watched from afar with her children. some of the original ending ideas included a version of hanahaki disease for jace after she passed in childbirth, but i said enough suffering.

i hope it's decent! forgive any grammar mistakes, weird pacing or awkward romance. we can only get better from this!

╰⪼ thank you for reading!

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