Lady of the city - Part 1 - Aegon x Reader
Aegon had once again dismissed Ser Erryk. The prince quickly evading his guard and making his way out onto the streets of Kings Landing. Moving as quickly as he could past the people that still crowded the shit strewn alleys and laneways at the late hour. A smile coming to his lips, as he saw the painted whore hanging out of their doors. As he caught sight of couples fucking in the shadowy alcoves. The grunts from the men and fake moans from the women making him laugh to himself. But watching the smallfolk grind up against one another was not what the prince was here for. If he wanted that, there were plenty of places that could offer him all that and much more. Plenty of places that catered to every possible proclivity. What he was here for, was her. He was here for (Y/n).
(Y/n). Even by Kings Landings standards she was something different. In truth, it was hard to say what she was. Some said that she was the daughter of some wealthy lord from across the Narrow Sea, that had strangely chosen to live amongst all the vice and depravity that seemed to ooze from ever stone of the capital. Others said, that despite her formative years, she was one of the most powerful women in the capital. Perhaps even in all of the Seven Kingdoms. Others stil,l said that she was little more than a whore that had found her way in the world. Her knowledge, wealth and reach known to any that spent time on the streets of the city. This knowledge, wealth and reach garnering her utter respect for not only the people but also the city guards. But all Aegon knew, was that she was his, and he wasn't about to give her up.
She was everything that Helaena wasn't. Everything that the sister he had been forced to marry, could only dream to be. Aegon hating having to spend even a moment with his wife. Her strangeness often making his head hurt. Aegon sometimes wondering if he could find a way of disposing of Helaena. To make her disappear so that he could make (Y/n) his bride. But as it was, he would have to continue the way they were. The prince more than happy to keep escaping the confines of the Keep, to make his way down to his lover.
And talking of that, Aegon knew that he would have to pick up his pace. He was already late, and he was well aware that (Y/n) didn't like to be kept waiting. The young Targaryen taking a deep breath, before knocking on the door to her home. An older woman looking him up and down as she opened the old wooden ingress, before nodding and letting him inside. The maid escorting him up the stairs.
"Come.............." A voice came, as the old woman knocked. Aegon trying to look around the handmaiden as she moved into the room.
"You have a visitor, milady............." She explained. Aegon removing his hood and smiling at (Y/n), as he made his way into the room.
"Thank you Claere. You may leave us." (Y/n) replied, as she got up from her chair. Aegon already feeling his cock harden as he watched her move. As he took in the thin night gown that covered her beauteous form. Imagining the sights that he would see when he removed it from her body. When he would tear it from her form and push her onto the bed. When he would kiss her. When he would nip at her breasts. When he would bury himself deep inside her................."
"Your late................." (Y/n) said, as the door closed behind her maid. It obvious from her tone that she was less than pleased.
"Not that late................." Aegon replied, as he pulled his cloak from his shoulders before pouring himself some wine.
"You are over an hour late. I do not like to be kept waiting. I have other things to do, Aegon. Other people to see. Do you really think that your family runs Kings Landing? I am the Lady of the city and must attend to my duties..........."
"What do you mean, you have other people to see............?" Aegon suddenly interrupted. The look on his face quite comical. The prince not seeming to hear or care about the comments that she had made about his family, his father not having control over the streets of the city. Only caring about the notion that (Y/n) may have another lover.
"Exactly what I say, Aegon. Other people................" (Y/n) retorted, as she made her way over to him and took the glass from his hand.
"I mean, what do you think I do when you aren't gracing me with your presence? Did you think that I just sat here and pined away until the next time I saw you? Really Aegon, you can be quite ridiculous at times.........." The lady continued, before she took a sip of the wine and handed the glass back to the stunned prince. A small smile gracing her lips, before she turned around and headed over to the window. The Lady of the city surveying the scene that lay beyond her balcony.
"Do you fuck any of these other people...........?" Aegon enquired angrily, as he slammed his glass down on the table before storming over to her and grabbing hold of (Y/n)'s arm. Turning her to look at him.
"And what if I do? How is that any business of yours.........unless you want to watch of course.................."
"I will not allow it! You are mine.................."
"I belong to no man. Not even you, Aegon. What I do in my city on my own time, is my business, not anyone else's. I do what I want, when I want, and how I want." (Y/n) hissed angrily, as she yanked her arm away from the prince. Slowly making her way over to her bed and taking a seat.
"But.........but........I love you." Aegon told her. The prince turning to look at her, as he heard her laugh.
"Please Aegon. The only person that you love, is yourself. And if you did love me, you wouldn't leave me waiting for an hour to see you. You wouldn't leave me having to wait for your touch. Wouldn't leave me having to wait to feel you between my legs. Waiting for you to make me scream out your name." The lady continued. Doing her best to not smile, as the Targaryen prince dropped to his knees and crawled over to her. His hands pushing up the gown that she wore, before slowly moving her legs apart. The sight of her womanhood making him smile broadly, as he looked up into her eyes.
"Please forgive me..............." Aegon cooed. Giving his lover his best sweet look. His heart beating faster, as she tangled her fingers into his white hair and pulled him a little closer.
"Maybe...........but only if you make me scream, Aegon." The Lady of the city told him, as the prince licked his lips.
"It will be my pleasure." The prince replied. (Y/n) head dropping backwards, as she felt his tongue hungrily taste her flesh. Aegon more than happy to apologies like this to his Lady of the city, any time she liked.
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