chapter 57

Days passed in the Red Keep, The Red Keep itself, once a resounding hub of political machinations and whispers, seemed to hold its breath in the stillness of the night. The city of King's Landing, too, had succumbed to a temporary reprieve from its ceaseless activity.

Yet, within the chamber, the future rulers of the Seven Kingdoms William and Rhaenyra were far from sleeping.

Their bodies entangled in a tousle of sheets, Slowly, carefully, he lowered his head, giving her every opportunity to pull away. But she didn't, couldn't, and as his lips finally met hers, it was as if the entire world had stopped. She had to admit, she would never get used to this feeling.

The kiss was gentle at first, their lips barely touching, but then she felt him deepen it, his tongue sliding against hers. She clung to him, unable to stop the small moan that escaped her mouth.

The sound seemed to spur him on, and his hands began to roam over her body, stroking and caressing her through the thin material of her gown.

As he kissed her, she felt him lift the hem of her dress, his fingers ghosting along her thighs and then sliding beneath her smallclothes. She gasped as his fingers found her center, teasing and stroking her.

She was lost in the sensation, her body arching into his touch, and when his thumb brushed against her sensitive nub, she cried out, her release washing over her in waves.

"Gods," she panted, her heart pounding, "that was..."

He silenced her with another kiss, and when he pulled away, there was a look of pure desire in his eyes.

Rhaenyra moaned, her thighs parting wider to grant his touch greater access to the moist heat that lay between her legs. In a swift movement, his hand had dipped down and slipped a finger into her slick cunt, causing her to whimper at the intrusion.

She pulled away from his lips, panting, before diving back in for another heated kiss, her own hand traveling down to rub at his cock.

As they both pleasured one another, they felt their lovemaking take on an increasingly feverish, urgent nature.

William was thrusting two fingers inside Rhaenyra, his palm brushing her clit with every movement, and she was tugging on his stiff cock, her wrist moving fast.

It didn't take long for their climaxes to approach, which caused them to groan into one another's mouths as they reached their peaks, their pleasure spilling out into their lover's hands. They broke apart, gasping for breath, before William pulled Rhaenyra closer, kissing her temple.

"I love you, Rhae," he said, the words escaping his lips as though it were the most natural thing in the world.

She smiled, snuggling closer, and replied, "And I love you."

They stayed in one another's embrace, their breaths slowly steadying and their bodies relaxing. After a while, Rhaenyra's eyelids began to droop, the princess falling into a deep slumber.

William eyes were also beginning to feel heavy. Yet, before sleep overcame him, he placed one final kiss on Rhaenyra's brow. 

And he closed his eyes, his mind and body giving in too much needed rest.

....

As dawn's first light broke through the windows, casting a gentle glow upon the room, Rhaenyra stirred from her slumber. She watched the play of light on William's face, his features softened in sleep, and she couldn't help but smile.

Leaning in, she pressed a tender kiss against his forehead, rousing him from his dreams. "Wake, my love," she whispered, her voice as soft as the morning breeze.

William blinked, his eyes slowly focusing on Rhaenyra's face. "Good morning," he murmured, his voice husky with sleep.

Rhaenyra traced a fingertip along his jawline, her eyes filled with affection. "It's a new day, William."