Chapter 29

The sun had begun its ascent in the sky, painting the horizon with hues of gold and pink as dawn broke over King's Landing. The city stirred with the awakening of a new day, but for Rhaenyra and William, the memory of their passionate night still burned brightly in their hearts.

Rhaenyra woke with a contented sigh, her body still humming with the remnants of their intimate encounter. The warmth of the morning sun spilled through the window, casting a gentle glow upon her skin. She stretched languidly, relishing in the sensations that lingered, before rising from the bed with a newfound vitality.

As she dressed, Rhaenyra couldn't help but steal glances at her reflection in the mirror. Her eyes held a spark, an echo of the fire that had consumed her the night before.

Meanwhile, William's mind was a whirlwind of emotions as he dressed in silence. His thoughts danced between the exhilaration of their shared intimacy.

Once Rhaenyra finished dressing, she made her way to the great hall of Dragonstone, where the council convened to discuss matters of the realm. She moved with a newfound confidence, her steps echoing the rhythm of her heart, even as she maintained a facade of composer.

As she entered the hall, Rhaenyra met the gazes of the council members with a regal grace, her expression revealing nothing of the secret she held close to her heart. Her mind, however, was consumed by the memories of their clandestine encounter, her thoughts drifting to the touch of his hands, the taste of his lips, and the way their bodies moved together in perfect harmony. She struggled to focus on the matters at hand, longing for the moment when she could steal away with William once more.

As the council meeting finally reached its end, Rhaenyra couldn't resist the pull of her desires any longer. Instead of going about her usual duties, she made her way directly to the room assigned to William, her heart pounding in anticipation.

She entered the room and locked the door behind her, ensuring they would have the privacy they craved. William looked at Rhaenyra, confusion evident on his face. "What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be at the meeting?" he asked, his voice tinged with a mix of surprise and longing.

Unable to hold back any longer, Rhaenyra closed the distance between them, her hand reaching out to caress William's cheek, her touch gentle and filled with longing. Her voice trembled with desire as she whispered, "The meeting ended. But during the meeting,  all that I can think about is you, about what we shared. I crave your touch, your presence. I want to lose myself in the passion we discovered yesterday."

William's gaze met hers, his eyes reflecting the intensity of their connection. The weight of their shared desire echoed in his voice as he responded, his own yearning laid bare. "Rhaenyra, I also crave your touch. You are the flame that ignites my very soul. The way you look at me, the way your touch sets me ablaze..."

Their words hung in the air, the unspoken promise of their desires merging into a shared understanding. Without another word, they surrendered to the magnetic pull between them, their lips meeting in a searing kiss that set their hearts ablaze.

In that moment, all doubts and responsibilities melted away, leaving only the raw, passionate connection that bound them together. Their bodies pressed against each other, the world fading into insignificance as they indulged in the intoxicating dance of their desires.

Time lost all meaning as they reveled in each other's touch, their hands exploring the contours of one another's bodies, tracing the lines of newfound intimacy. Moans mingled, their shared pleasure echoing through the room, as they surrendered to the irresistible pull of their shared passion.

Afterward, they lingered in each other's embrace, bodies still entwined, breaths slowly steadying. Rhaenyra's head found solace on William's chest, her heart beating in synchrony with his. At that moment, the world outside ceased to exist, and they found solace in the warmth and comfort of each other's presence.

With a mix of reluctance and longing, Rhaenyra pulled away, her eyes searching William's for a glimpse of understanding. "I should leave before somebody discovers us," she murmured, her voice tinged with regret.

William's hand reached out, his fingers gently brushing against her cheek in a tender caress, filled with unspoken promises. "I understand," he replied, his voice filled with a touch of sadness.

With one last lingering touch, Rhaenyra turned to leave the hall, her footsteps echoing softly as she made her way back to her duties. A shadow descended on his features as he watched her leave.

Tomorrow, he would have to leave to visit his father, and the thought weighed heavily on his mind. He didn't want to be separated from Rhaenyra, and he didn't how to tell her.

All he could do is wait to tell tomorrow and tell her. Today he would spend as much time as he can with her.