‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‎‎‎ ‎‎‎ 𝕷𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫. ‍

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sensing him begin to
struggle slightly, his other
hand grasped his other
wrist, pressing them both
between their bodies.

"𝐚𝐞𝐠𝐨𝐧."

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slander only angered
him 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞, abruptly stand up.

"aegon, be quiet. you
have said 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡."
didn't let go of his
wrist, towering
him with his greater
height.

his face was bent close
to his, now standing
directly in front of him,
his fingers no longer
measuring his strength.﹙...﹚

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he grabbed his wrist
with no gentleness,
emerald eyes intensified.

"arguments with my
wife are more violent
than ours. are we even
arguing, my king?"
he wasn't impressed;
his pride was resurfacing.
what was stopping him
from shoving him or
pinning him against the
nearest thing?﹙...﹚

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aegon's question was
probably the worst
thing he'd ever heard.
of course he was a virgin,
and it was none of
his business.

this only frustrated him
further, and he felt a vein
bulge in his neck from
clenching his jaw and
holding his breath.﹙...﹚

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he couldn't help but
give him a challenging
look.

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fingers moved downwards,
back leaning slightly,
faces close again.

"it may be you are the one who
needs a 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 fuck."
he didn't answer his question.

"that said, who utters I have not
already shared my bed with her?
possible we share our bed
when we argue. we quarrel 𝐨𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐧."﹙...﹚

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"there is no love between us."
he tried his best to adjust to this
sudden but real closeness
between them. his body trembled,
almost unable to control itself.

"you are the one who knows best
what I need, perhaps? or are you
trying to project your desires
onto mine?"﹙...﹚

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the rising tension immediately
returned, further unsettling him.

"it does not frustrate me."
his voice was calm, like a
statement of fact.
he thought the king understood
perfectly well that his interest
in his wife was nonexistent.﹙...﹚

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his emerald eyes remained
fixed on aegon, as his
questions about his wife only
served to deepen his confusion.

his shoulders tensed as he
approached⸺as he leaned
forward, his fingers around
the table, devon's gaze
kocked with his.﹙...﹚

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he ran a hand through
his shoulder-length,
curly golden hair.

"so what do you want
to talk about, aegon?
because my life has
been rather dull ever
since tyland got a seat
on the council. when I
cannot see you, I spend
my nights drinking and working."

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he was accustomed to
discussing serious
matters that he
couldn't quite shake off
the inner weariness he felt.

"my wife already has lovers,
believe it or not. I know
because she does not
hide it from me. we
do not love each other."
he paused, a soft sigh
escaping his lips.﹙...﹚

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"what could we possibly
talk about? how you want
to have a lady in your bed
for forty-five minutes?"
his words were sarcastic
and slightly biting.

having never truly considered
what he deserved better
alongside aegon,﹙...﹚

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emerald eyes watched
him stand before the
fireplace. his now calm
tone, deserving better than
this boring talk,
made devon raise an eyebrow.
remaining seated, his left
elbow rested against the
armrest. his fingers
supporting his face, he
gazed thoughtfully at the king.﹙...﹚

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devon wasn't surprised
to see aegon refuse and
slander the small council.
everything concerning his
family, his life as king, and
his obligations frustrated
him to the point of wasting
to discuss things with his
own best friend that might
ease his conscience.﹙...﹚

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I drank until I passed out
again last night.

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I suppose my brother
is a complete idiot who
still can't stand up for himself."

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"I will watch over you."
his thumb caressed his
without any hesitation,
momentarily forgetting
his cup of wine.
fortunately, the nearby
fireplace made the room
less gloomy.

"what did you do today?
did you spend all day at
the small council?﹙...﹚

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which he ultimately
avoided at all costs.

"I won't be far."
he stepped back abruptly,
swallowing hard but still
holding his wrist.

his back touched his
seat again, and his
thumb made contact
with his.﹙...﹚

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a rather harsh silence
settled within him,
thumb pressing harder
against his palm. he
knew he might regret
it for his own sanity.
devon admired, without
a word, the beauty of his face.
from his lilac eyes to
his eyelids, his eyelashes,
the shape of his nose,
and even his lips,﹙...﹚

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he wanted to be the
king of this race, even
though the one facing
him was the official ruler.

a soft scoff finally escaped
his lips when he heard
aegon's words.
"I did not say that, but
if you want to consider
yourself a mistress . . .
that is not for me to judge." ﹙...﹚

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the idea of ​​staying all
night seemed very bad
for him; he was taking a
risk, for himself, for his
feelings. his jaw clenched
unconsciously, refusing to
break eye contact, as if to
assert dominance, like a lion
too proud to back down.﹙...﹚

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"ᴛʜᴇ ᴅʀᴀɢᴏɴ ᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ʟᴏꜱᴇ."

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finally, he released him,
but his fingers remained
on his wrist, his thumb
sliding into the hollow
of his palm.

"I am here, aegon.
if you like, I can stay
all night. my wife
does not miss me."
the tip of his thumb
moved absently up and
down his hand.

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he would be the one
pinning him against a
wall.

"it is madness to visit
you so late while you
are waiting for my company?
you do not need anyone
else tonight, do you?"
his fingers tightened their
grip around his wrist as
his friend's free hand tried
to break free.﹙...﹚

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his words were dangerous;
him between his thighs?
it almost made the young
man laugh, knowing full
well that he was the
one who would always
have the upper hand over
aegon, no matter what.
the one between his legs.﹙...﹚

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despite the intoxication,
the tension between them
was hard to bear,
sometimes too suffocating
for the lannister, who was
quickly getting burnt by
his king, for better or for worse.

his sweet and bitter scent
of musk mixed with alcohol
made his head spin.﹙...﹚

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devon hadn't realised
he'd fallen into a spiral,
with aegon pulling him close.
yet, he barely resisted,
not immediately.

his shoulders tensed as
his king drew ever closer, emerald eyes trying
to match the rhythm and
intensity of his lilac ones.﹙...﹚

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even though you are my
ruler, I am not afraid to lay
a hand on 𝘺𝘰𝘶."
he paused, contemplating
his face for a moment
before his gaze met his again.

"and 𝐲𝐞𝐬, I missed you."

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