halfyeared: (pic#16041336)
๐•ฝ๐–๐–†๐–Š๐–“๐–ž๐–—๐–† ๐•ฟ๐–†๐–—๐–Œ๐–†๐–—๐–ž๐–Š๐–“ ([personal profile] halfyeared) wrote in [personal profile] fxckingaroundandhavingfun 2023-02-01 08:57 am (UTC)

[She doesnโ€™t have to think of politics or the realm here. Duty feels almost meaningless, though itโ€™s only had itโ€™s hold on her briefly when her father reminded her. But here she has none of that. Sheโ€™s not even sure if her title means anything at all. Only Jon respects it, and perhaps that also goes in his favor.

Piece by piece their clothes seem to come off. Heโ€™s much more careful with the fabric than she might expect him to be. Not even Criston had to work with such an intricate gown before, though she does think he would have taken his time, too. Fingers skate across his chest though, noticing the scars already. He doesnโ€™t have to explain right then, but her eyes flick back to his. More tales. They speak of more hardships, and she dips her head down to kiss the one of them, almost apologizing for all that heโ€™s gone through alone.]


No, [She answers simply, knowing he wonโ€™t hold it against her as many men might have. She already spoke of undressing a man although that pales in comparison to what the realm might think if they knew itโ€™s Princess truly was defiled (though not by the person they might have thought given the rumors).

Jon doesnโ€™t seem like most men though, neither from his time nor hers. Neither of them have really balked at what this places asks of them, and both have rather easily fallen into bed with one another.]

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