That doesn't count, [She says with a laugh, like they've been friends their whole lives, known each other for far longer. It comes naturally with him, and the teasing is almost second hand, too. But nimble fingers slip over his fabric as she means to get his shirt off, working with him as they take turns to undress one another. She tugs a little to get it free from his britches, but it's his turn to have his shirt go up and over his head next.]
I care who you are. You are a Targaryen. I wouldn't forget that. Ever.
[Much like he swears to her, she silently promises that she won't forget either. It's also simple to say, in a time when the unthinkable could never happen. Rhaenyra means it though, stealing another kiss, basking in the innocence of it all. He is hers in more than one way, and that is all that matters for this moment.]
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I care who you are. You are a Targaryen. I wouldn't forget that. Ever.
[Much like he swears to her, she silently promises that she won't forget either. It's also simple to say, in a time when the unthinkable could never happen. Rhaenyra means it though, stealing another kiss, basking in the innocence of it all. He is hers in more than one way, and that is all that matters for this moment.]