~129 A.C~

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(No silent readers please. Thx)

Chapter dedicated to aemondphobic queenoffyre ba1eryon Buguiee

DRAGONSTONE
The stone halls of Dragonstone were hushed at this late hour, touched only by the faintest whisper of wind brushing against the stained glass windows. Vellena and Jacaerys moved quickly but quietly, fingers entwined, the warmth between them refusing to fade even as the cold stones of the corridors pressed around them.

Their destination was clear: Baela's chambers.

Jace gave a soft knock and pushed the door open before waiting for an answer, knowing Baela rarely slept before the second bell. As expected, she was seated cross-legged on her bed, brushing out her long, silver curls, a robe of deep plum velvet wrapped around her.

She glanced up lazily—and then immediately straightened when she saw their joined hands and the expression on both their faces.

Baela blinked. "Seven hells. Did someone die?"

Vellena laughed despite herself. "No."

Jace grinned. "Well... not unless you say no to us."

Baela narrowed her eyes. "Say no to what?"

"We want you to be our witness," Vellena said softly. "Tonight."

Baela stared at them for a moment. Then her mouth dropped open.

"You're—?!"

Jace nodded, his arm around Vellena's shoulders. "We're getting married."

There was a moment of silence.

And then Baela squealed, throwing the brush across the room as she leapt to her feet. "Ha! I knew it! I knew it! Rhaena owes me a gown! I told her—told her—that it was only a matter of time!"

Vellena and Jace exchanged a look—both blinking, surprised and mildly alarmed—before chuckling.

"I'm sorry, what?" Jace asked.

Baela waved her hand dramatically, already rummaging through her wardrobe. "Rhaena said it through our ravens that it was impossible. That you two were too stubborn, too damaged, too—whatever." She turned, holding up a soft blue cloak trimmed in fox fur. "But I told her, 'Let the gods sort out the family tree later, because they'll marry in the end.' And now, I win. I win!"

Vellena covered her mouth to stifle her laughter. "You're truly... terrifying."

Baela grinned smugly. "Thank you."

Then she sobered slightly, looking between them. "You're sure? This isn't just—because you're afraid?"

"We're sure," Jace said firmly. "We love each other. We've always known it."

Baela nodded once. "Then I'd be honored. But how in the world are you going to convince the High Priest to perform the rites tonight?"

Silence.

Jace blinked. "...Shit."

Baela folded her arms. "Did you seriously forget about the part where you need an actual wedding ceremony?"

"I—I was distracted!" Jace snapped, flustered. "There was a lot happening! Crying! Begging! Moonlight confessions!"

Baela raised a single brow, smirking.

Vellena reached out and touched Jace's arm gently, soothing the frustration in him with her quiet steadiness. "We'll find a way," she said softly. "He's always been kind to me. If I speak to him—if we speak to him with honesty—perhaps he'll understand."

Baela tilted her head. "You do have the crown prince charm. And Vellena's terrifying when she wants something."

Vellena rolled her eyes. "You're not helping."

"I'm always helping."

Jace sighed, looking between them both—his fiery sister and the calm that steadied his storm.

"Well," he muttered, "I suppose we go beg a septon out of bed next."

Baela gave him a shove toward the door. "You two go make your case. I'll meet you on the cliffs. And tell the High Priest I want him to speak loud—I'm winning a very important bet."

Jace and Vellena exited, still hand in hand, hearts pounding, laughter and nerves fluttering between them.

Tonight was theirs. One way or another.

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The quiet corridors of Dragonstone echoed softly with the sound of Vellena's silk slippers brushing against the stone. She and Jace approached the modest, candle-lit door of the High Priest's chamber, tucked just behind the chapel wing near the godswood. A silver lantern flickered outside, signaling he was still awake, likely deep in old scrolls.

Vellena glanced at Jace—his jaw clenched, nerves taut like a drawn bow. She knocked gently.

A moment passed. Then, the door creaked open.

The High Priest, a gaunt, silver-bearded man in grey and gold robes, blinked at them from behind tired eyes. "Your Highnesses...?" he greeted, clearly surprised. "Is something the matter? Has the Queen—?"

"No," Vellena said softly, smiling in her most composed, courtly way. "May we come in for a moment, Laemion? It is a... delicate matter."

He hesitated, then opened the door wider.

The chamber smelled of melted wax and old parchment. A modest hearth flickered low behind him. The priest motioned to a pair of carved chairs by the fire.

Jace didn't sit. He paced once before stopping near the fire. Vellena remained standing too, her hands gently clasped before her. She began to speak, her voice warm and gentle.

"We have come to you in great respect, with a request that is... unorthodox," she said softly. "We are not children, and we are not foolish. We know the weight of what we ask."

The priest tilted his head. "You're troubling me, Princess."

"We wish to be wed," Jace said simply, without pretense.

Laemion's eyes widened. "Wed—? You?"

"To each other," Vellena added calmly, though her fingers clutched each other more tightly.

The High Priest slowly sat down, blinking, clearly stunned. "Your Highnesses... surely, you know that such a union—without the Queen's explicit consent—is irregular. Scandalous, even."

Vellena tried again, soothing, coaxing. "You have known us since we were children. You have seen our bond. We do not ask this lightly. We are choosing it, knowing the path ahead."

But Laemion shook his head slowly. "Princess Vellena... you are still betrothed to Prince Daeron. That match was spoken of at court. And Prince Jacaerys—there have been whispers, even from the Queen herself, of possible alliances—"

"I don't give a damn about the whispers," Jace growled.

Laemion blinked, startled.

"Let me be clear," Jace stepped forward, voice low and dangerous now. "We are not here to ask for opinions, or to discuss possible betrothals cooked up by old men and frightened women who know nothing of love or loyalty."

"Your Highness—"

Jace grabbed the priest by the collar, pulling him up just enough that their faces were inches apart. His voice dropped to a deadly whisper. "Listen to me carefully, old mop. You will perform the ceremony. You will bless it. Or I swear on the fucking gods, Vermax will eat you before dawn."

Laemion froze, mouth slightly open. "You—you would threaten—?"

Vellena, mortified but trying not to panic, stepped closer, hands raised gently. "Please forgive him," she said sweetly, her voice a soft balm in the rising heat. "He's... very passionate."

The priest turned his stunned eyes to her. She gave him the sweetest, most awkward smile she could summon.

Under her breath she whispered, "Please don't lose your temper, Jace."

Laemion swallowed. He looked between the two of them—the fury in Jacaerys's eyes, the earnest desperation in Vellena's—and after a moment, his shoulders sagged.

He sighed. "Very well."

Jace released him, stepping back, breathing hard but steadying.

Laemion smoothed his robes. "It will be done before the hour turns. But you will wear what is proper, as is ancient custom. As your... uncle and mother once did."

He turned to a small cabinet behind the hearth, pulling out a folded cloth and a small chest. "Valyrian rites demand robes of the old blood," he said, laying them out with reverence. "The Prince shall wear the deep crimson tokar lined with black dragon leather, his shoulder draped with silver thread. And the Princess shall wear white silk embroidered in Valyrian runes, veiled in dark red and a headdress of the same color. Her belt shall bear pearls, a symbol of the moon and sea—the old blessing of unity."

Vellena stepped closer, reverently brushing her fingers over the white and red silk. "These were worn before," she said softly. "By her."

Laemion nodded. "Queen Rhaenyra and Prince Daemon, wed in secret too. Right here on Dragonstone when you were little, the Queen herself chose the location. You would walk their path."

Jace stepped beside her, their hands meeting again.

"We do," they said together.

Laemion gave them both a long, weary look.

"Then dress," he said, resigned. "And meet me on the cliffs. You have your witness?"

"Baela," Jace replied.

Laemion sighed again. "Of course."

As they left the chamber hand-in-hand, Vellena let out a shaky breath. "You threatened to feed the High Priest to Vermax."

Jace muttered, "Only a little."

She smirked through her nerves. "I love you... but never do that again."

He gave her a sideways look. "Then don't ever leave me again, and I won't have to."

Their fingers laced tighter.

The wedding would be before the gods tonight. Before the moon changed.

And no one could stop it now.

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The wind howled along the jagged cliffs of Dragonstone, whispering through black stone and crashing waves. The sky was silver and dark, moonlight dancing on the sea below. Lightning flashed faintly far off over the bay, too distant for thunder, as if the world itself stood still in reverence.

Beneath the looming stone spires, three figures stood before the sacred altar carved into the cliff's face—weather-worn and etched with old Valyrian runes that glowed faintly under the torches.

Baela, cloaked in midnight blue, stood silently behind them. Her eyes already shimmered with unshed tears, though she smiled through them.

Before her, Jace and Vellena stood side by side, cloaked in their ceremonial robes. Jace wore crimson and black, the robe falling from his shoulders like dragon wings, dragon leather along the seams. His hair was tied back, and a ceremonial chain of obsidian rested over his chest.

Vellena, draped in white silk and dark red veils, glowed like moonfire, her long hair unbound, a circlet of pearl resting gently in her locks, and a headdress ok her head. Her robe shimmered in the torchlight, its embroidery glinting faintly—symbols of flame, wings, and bloodlines.

At the center, Septon Laemion stood tall, robed in deep gray and gold, a book of old rites held open.

The first ritual began.

Jace turned to Vellena. From a small obsidian tray, he lifted a sliver of dragonglass, its edge gleaming red in the firelight. He cut a shallow line across his lower lip. Blood welled. Vellena took a breath, trembling, and accepted a second shard from the tray, cutting her own lip with careful grace.

The wind surged around them as Laemion's voice rose. "Hen lantoti ānogar. Va sȳndroti vāedroma. Mēro perzot gīhoti." (Blood of two. Joined as one. Ghostly flame)

The second ritual followed.

Jace dipped his finger into the blood from his own lip and gently pressed it to Vellena's forehead, drawing the Valyrian glyph for "Fire"

Then Vellena, hands steady despite her breath catching, marked Jace's forehead with "Blood".

Together, Fire and Blood now crowned them both.

Laemion's voice intoned behind them. "Elēdroma iārza sīr. Izulī ampā perzī. Prūmī lanti sēteksi." (And song of shadows. Two hearts as embers. Forged in fourteen flames.)

For the third and final rite, Laemion offered them a shallow ceremonial cup. Within was a dark red mixture—symbolic blood, sweetened and sacred. A drink made from wine and herbs crushed with red dragonfruit and clove. They each drank from it, never breaking eye contact.

Laemion raised his hands, eyes closed as he concluded. "Hen jenȳ māzīlarion. Qēlossa ozūndesi. Sȳndroro ōñō jēdo. Rȳ kīvia mazvestraksi." (A future promised in glass. The stars stand witness. The vow spoken through time. Of darkness and light.)

And then—

Jace reached for Vellena.

And she reached for him.

Their kiss came not from command, but from longing. Not from duty, but from the deepest fire in their souls. It was soft, then fierce, as if no force in the world could keep them apart again. As if the gods themselves had written this moment in flame and prophecy.

Baela, standing to the side, a quiet witness, pressed a hand to her mouth—a tear slipping from her eye. Whether from joy, relief, or the ghosts of her own memories, not even she could say.

"I knew it," she whispered through a choked laugh. "I knew it."

When Jace and Vellena finally parted, breathless and trembling, they leaned their foreheads together.

"We're one now," he whispered.

"We always were," she murmured.

Above them, the stars shimmered—silent and eternal.

The wedding was done.

And the world would never be the same.

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The wind was quieter now as the three of them descended from the cliffs, the torchlight dancing along the stone paths that wound their way back to the castle. The scent of salt lingered in the air, clinging to their hair and robes, and the rhythmic crash of waves below was the only sound for a time.

Baela walked a few steps ahead, her arms crossed tightly against the chill, her dark curls bouncing slightly with each step. She turned her head halfway, glancing back at them with an amused smirk.

"You two look like you're floating," she teased, voice soft but warm.

Jace chuckled under his breath, glancing down at Vellena beside him. Her face, already kissed pink from the wind, flushed a deeper red. She quickly looked down, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear.

"We are not," she mumbled under her breath.

"Mhmm," Baela hummed knowingly, stopping just before the archway that led back into the inner halls. She stretched her arms out wide with an exaggerated groan. "Well. I've done my duty. Witnessed history. And now I am going to collapse into my bed and sleep until morning."

"Thank you," Jace said genuinely, stepping forward to hug her. Baela let herself be hugged briefly, patting his back.

"Don't thank me yet," she said wryly. "If Mother finds out what you two just did, I'm burning my name out of every history book I can find."

Vellena bit back a laugh, shaking her head. "She won't know. Not yet."

Baela looked between them once more, a strange tenderness in her eyes. "You love each other," she said plainly. "And somehow, against all odds and logic, it's beautiful."

Jace and Vellena exchanged a glance, their fingers brushing.

Baela turned to go. "Good night, lovebirds. Try not to wake the whole castle."

"Baela—" Vellena hissed with embarrassment, face flushed.

Baela only waved without turning around. "Good night, married people!"

As she disappeared down the hall, her laughter echoing faintly, Jace chuckled softly beside Vellena. He turned to her.

"Your face," he said, amused. "You look like a Dornish sunset."

Vellena groaned, hiding her face in her hands. "She's never going to let us live this down."

"Probably not," he said with a smile, gently prying her hands away. "But we'll survive it. Together."

Vellena looked up at him, her blush still lingering, but her smile was sincere now. "Together."

He leaned down and kissed her forehead, their robes rustling quietly in the torchlit corridor.

And then, hand in hand, they disappeared into the quiet of the castle. Married. Secret. Bound.
And, for the first time in a long time—
At peace.

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The heavy door to Jace's chamber clicked shut behind them with a soft finality, the sound muffled by stone and sea. Laughter still lingered in the air between them — quiet and warm — like the echo of something secret and sacred. They had tiptoed through the halls like guilty children, holding hands and biting back giggles as if the castle might catch them in their joy.

Now they stood still in the quiet.

The room was lit only by a few remaining candles and the pale blue glow of the moon that poured in through the tall window. The fire in the hearth had long since died down to glowing embers, but neither of them noticed. Jace remained by the door, his back to it, watching her.

Vellena moved to the table near the window without a word, her motions calm and unhurried. She reached up and gently unpinned the deep red veil from her headdress, revealing the cascade of soft silver-blonde waves underneath. The pearls that had adorned her crown caught in her hair before slipping free one by one into her waiting hands, which she placed carefully on the table beside the veil.

Jace still hadn't moved.

The moonlight fell over her like something hand-woven by the gods — casting her in silver and shadow, turning her white silk to glimmering light, and her skin to marble and starlight. Every gesture, every detail, was etched in his memory like a song his soul already knew by heart.

Vellena, sensing his eyes on her, turned her head slightly, her lips curling into a small smile.

"You're staring," she whispered.

"I know," Jace said softly, breathlessly. "I can't stop."

Her smile widened slightly as she turned to fully face him. The candlelight danced in her eyes — not as bright as flame, but something deeper... something steadier.

He stepped closer, slowly. "You're so... you're unreal, Vellena."

She tilted her head slightly, teasing gently, "You've seen me in worse than royal robes and moonlight, Jacaerys."

"Yes," he admitted, "and still... every time I look at you, it's worse."

Vellena blinked, amused and confused. "Worse?"

"I fall harder," he said simply.

She bit her bottom lip, shy and unsure how to hold that kind of love without trembling, but she didn't look away. Instead, she stepped toward him now, until they were only inches apart, their breath shared in the cool air of the chamber.

"I'm not a queen," she whispered, reaching to rest her hand over his heart. "I don't know how to be perfect."

"I don't want perfect," he murmured. "I want you. You — with all your chaos, your fears, your stubbornness. Your kindness. Your fire."

Her throat bobbed as she tried to swallow the lump forming. She searched his face, and when she found only truth and love there, her shoulders eased.

"Then you have me," she said quietly.

Jace leaned down slowly, as if afraid the moment might dissolve if he rushed it. Their lips met softly, a kiss not born of heat but of knowing — of years shared, of love once buried and now reborn.

And when they pulled back, foreheads touching, silence settled again.

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Their lips met again — no longer tentative, no longer quiet. This kiss was fuller, heavier, burning with everything they had held back for moons. It was a collision of past regrets and present promises, the breathless urgency of lovers who had come back to one another not just with affection — but with certainty.

Jace cupped her face as if it were the most precious thing in the world, his thumbs brushing her cheeks, while Vellena's hands tangled in the dark folds of his robe, clinging to him as if anchoring herself to the only truth she trusted.

She whispered between kisses, voice trembling from the intensity, "We wasted so much time..."

"Never again," he breathed against her mouth.

He kissed her again, and again, his hands moving slowly, carefully. Vellena's fingers found the clasps of his robe, tugging them loose with soft impatience as he gently gathered the silk of her wedding veil, letting it fall away like the night outside.

He pulled her close, guiding her backward across the chamber with slow, reverent steps, until the back of her knees touched the edge of his bed. She gasped softly, a breath of surprise and anticipation, her hands resting on his chest as he looked down at her — not as a prince, not as a warrior — but as a man who loved her more deeply than words allowed.

"Are you sure?" he asked, his voice hoarse and raw.

She nodded, eyes never leaving his. "I'm yours. And you're mine."

Vellena fell onto the mattress, her bare back pressed against the cold material. Jace looked at her for a moment noticing her small grin.

"What's wrong, valzyyrys?" Vellena whispered, her legs pressed together as she rested her weight on her elbows.

"Open your legs" Jace said, his intense gaze roaming over her body then back to her violet eyes.

"Make me" she smirked licking her lips as her eyes roamed over his body, his robe slightly loosed on his shoulders, and the tightness in his breeches seemed impossibly painful.

Jace groaned pulling the robe off his shoulders as he crawled on the bed until his face was perfectly above her face, resting his own weight on his forearms, their bodies pressed together from knee to chest.

She grinned up at him, one hand reaching to brush a lock of hair from his brow. "You're staring again," she whispered.

"I warned you, ābrazȳrys."he murmured, voice thick with wonder. "I can't stop."

He leaned down and kissed her softly, deeply, letting the rest of the world fall away. She arched up into him with a contented sigh, her hands running up the bare line of his back.

Jace kissed her —slower— his lips brushing hers, then her cheek, then the line of her jaw. He moved to the delicate space just below her ear, where he lingered for a moment, making her breath hitch. Her fingers curled against his shoulders.

He continued his trail — to her throat, to her collarbone, kissing her like a map he'd always known, like she was home.

Vellena exhaled a shaky breath as his lips closed around one of her nipple, while his thumb took care of the other one.

Vellena felt heavenly, the tip of his tongue licking on her hardened peak made her moan and tilt her head backwards into the pillow.

"Jace..." she whined looking back at him, their  eyes meeting, the mere sight of the hunger and love in his gaze made Vellena's legs tightened under his weight. She could feel the wetness between her legs and pooling down her thighs.

Jacaerys let go of her breast with a pop. Jace's lips brushed down her abdomen and stomach with reverence, his hands gently caressing her sides as though grounding himself in the reality of her — that this was real, that she was his now, not by birthright, but by choice.

Vellena's breath trembled, her fingers threading softly through his dark curls as he kissed just below her navel. She looked down at him, her silver hair cascading over her shoulders, eyes wide — full of wonder, and trust, and something deeper. Something older than fire.

He looked up at her, pausing — his gaze meeting hers.

"Every time I did this I became more drunk for you" his words made her stomach twitch in pleasure.

He slowly pressed a kiss to her thighs up to where she needed him most. She was so wet, it was embarrassing and so perfect. Jace kissed her drenched folds, as he opened her legs wider. Then without further teasing, his tongue invaded her clit.

"Jace, fuck..." she mewled, looking down at him, his eyes met hers and they never looked away. Vellena was floating, the pleasure building in her, burning her from the inside as it wanted to explode outside.

"Jacaerys, my love... please, yes, yes, yes..." she whimpered pulling herself up on one elbow as her other hand wandered through Jace's curls keeping him there between her things as she grinned against him.

Her body tightened, every muscle strung taut as a bow. The sensation built, curling like fire beneath her skin—warm, overwhelming, consuming. She tried to breathe, but it came out as a sob.

And then she shattered, quietly, beautifully, her back arching, her cry muffled against her wrist. Not in shame—but in awe. It was more than pleasure. It was trust. It was love.

Her essence flooded his lips and chin as he lapped at it, not letting a drop waste.

Jace rose slowly, never breaking eye contact as he leaned over her. Her chest heaved, her face flushed, tears glistening at the corners of her eyes. She blinked up at him, her hand rising to trace his cheek. He kissed her softly, reverently, letting her taste herself on his lips.

"I can officially taste you whenever I want," he whispered against her lips, voice thick with emotion. "You're going to walk out of bed more tired than rested every damn morning"

"Oh Gods" Vellena laughed against his lips, he bit on her lower lip as her arms clung around his neck.

Their kisses deepened again, as if time had slipped from beneath their feet. Jace's hands framed her face, reverent and steady, while Vellena's fingers roamed down his chest, feeling every line and scar, every part of him she'd longed for in silence.

Her touch reached the band of his breeches, and she hesitated only briefly—just long enough to glance up into his eyes. Jace met her gaze, chest rising with uneven breath, then slowly slid them off, letting them fall to the floor behind him.

Vellena's breath caught in her throat, not from fear, but wonder. Her cheeks flushed as her gaze flicked down to see him.

Vellena had read about what men hide in their pants, what it is and how it is used, but the size was never mentioned. Jacaerys Velaryon possessed a big manhood.

Her eyes looked  back up to meet his, heart thundering against her ribs.

Jace studied her carefully, not rushing, not assuming. "Are you sure?" he asked, voice low and gentle, his brow creasing just slightly. "If you're not... we can wait. I'll wait as long as you want."

Vellena shook her head without hesitation, her voice coming in a whisper, firm despite the softness. "Hell no. I'm done waiting."
I want him to fuck me so deep and hard... please gods please...

Jace let out a breath of something between a laugh and a sigh—relief, maybe. But even then, his forehead rested on hers again, grounding them both. "If anything hurts—anything at all—you say stop," he murmured. "Promise me."

Vellena frowned gently at the seriousness in his tone, confused, but nodded. "I promise."

Jace lingered in that pause, like a man on the edge of a cliff, staring down at something beautiful and terrifying all at once. And then he kissed her again—slower this time, deeper—pulling her close, not just to love her, but to hold her.

To cherish her.

Jace moved carefully, reverently, his brow pressed to hers as he entered her slowly, their bodies finally becoming one. A shared gasp passed between them, quiet and full of meaning. Vellena squeezed her eyes shut, her fingers gripping his shoulders as she finally understood what he'd meant—there was pain, yes, but even through it, there was something more: the feeling of being entirely known, wholly seen.

He stilled instantly, sensing it all—her breath, her flinch, the slight tremor in her legs around his waist. Jace cursed softly under his breath, his eyes shut tight as he whispered to himself, "Gods... it's better than every dream."

Through her discomfort, Vellena heard him, and despite the heat in her body, she managed to speak, her voice small but teasing, "What did you say?"

Jace opened his eyes slowly, guilt flashing across his face, a faint smile blooming despite himself. "Nothing. I—" He looked at her face, read the tension there. "I can stop. I'll pull out."

But Vellena pulled him back down with a kiss, her arms wrapping around his neck. Her lips brushed his as she murmured, "No. Don't stop. Just... move."

He kissed her once more, tenderly, then began to move with a slow, steady rhythm, as if he were afraid she'd vanish if he went too fast. His hand slid into hers, fingers twining, grounding them both.

Pain turned to warmth, and warmth turned to something deeper, something Vellena couldn't name—a sense of belonging, of being home in the arms of the boy she had known all her life, and now, the man who looked at her as though she were everything.

Vellena shifted beneath him, her hips rising instinctively to meet his rhythm. Her fingers dug lightly into his back, her breath catching as their bodies found a shared cadence. She tilted her head back, eyes fluttering shut.

"You're alright?" Jace whispered, brushing a kiss across her cheek.

"Harder..." she breathed, then met his gaze with a spark in her eye. "Please... please"

A teasing smile curved his lips. "As my future queen demands."

His thrusts grew stronger, harder, pounding into her with such intensity, Vellena felt it to her soul. "I'm so... full" she whined, her free fingers digging into the muscles on his back.

"I've been picturing this for so long... but this hundredth times better..." he moaned as she thrusted her hips into him from beneath.

"My dreams were quite different..." Vellena added in a shy whisper.

Jace smirked playfully "So... I take it this wasn't just my dream all those moons?"

Vellena laughed softly, her voice a breathless whisper against his neck. "I imagined this long before you ever dared admit your feelings."

"Oh, so now you're rewriting history?" he gasped and squeezed their intertwined hands as she rolled her hips upward again. His free hand moved instinctively, trailing between them, finding her clit he'd learned so many times before. Her gasp turned into a whimper against his lips.

"Jace..." she whispered.

"That's it," he murmured, encouraging her gently, his tone low and reverent as he rocked into her again, again and again hitting that one spot inside her that made her see stars. "You're doing so good, my love. Just let go..."

Her body tightened around him, her legs wrapping more securely at his waist as her climax crested and overtook her. Vellena buried her cry in his shoulder, trembling and clenching her walls around his cock. Jace held on, following her a heartbeat later, his breath caught in a ragged groan as he let came inside her, hot seed filling her suddenly.

They lay still for a moment, their chests rising and falling together, faces inches apart, foreheads resting gently together.

"I love you," Jace whispered, the words honest and trembling with emotion.

Vellena smiled through the remnants of her tears, stroking the side of his face with a tender hand. "I love you too. I always have."

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Jace lay still against her, his head resting gently on her shoulder, breath slow and steady now. His arms wrapped protectively around her bare middle, pulling her close as if afraid to let go. Vellena's fingers moved tenderly through his dark, sweat-damp curls, tracing soothing patterns that calmed them both.

They shared a silence thick with the weight of everything unspoken, their hearts slowly syncing in quiet rhythm.

"I never thought it would feel like this," Jace murmured softly, voice rough with emotion. "Not just the moment... but how right it feels—being here with you."

Vellena smiled against his hair, her lips brushing the shell of his ear. "I was scared, you know? Afraid of what this meant... but now, with you, it's the only place I want to be."

He tightened his hold just a little, as if sealing the promise in that embrace. "No more fear. Only us."

She nodded, pressing a kiss to the crown of his head. "Only us."

Jace slowly pulled away from Vellena, rolling onto his side before settling back against the headboard. He pulled her close, pressing her against his bare chest as he drew the covers over them both. The warmth between them was immediate, a quiet comfort after everything that had just passed.

Vellena's eyes caught something red beneath the folds of the blankets. She peered closer, heart skipping a beat as she realized what it was — blood. She looked up at Jace, who held her from behind, arms wrapped securely around her.

"Why is there blood?" she asked softly, her voice barely above a whisper.

Jace bit his lip, trying to hide a small, amused smile. "You sort of did that," he said, his tone light but proud. "It's proof you still had your maidenhead."

Vellena swallowed "Jace, this is your bed and chamber and I feel awful right now–"

"Ours. What it is mine it is automatically yours so no complaining." he interrupted.

Vellena's cheeks flushed, but she couldn't help the small smile tugging at her lips. Jace chuckled quietly. "I'll clean it up later," he added reassuring her.

Her fingers absentmindedly played with a silver lock of her hair, the softness calming her thoughts. Then she asked quietly, "Do you think Mother will find out about this when she comes back tomorrow afternoon?"

Jace nodded with a grin, "Definitely. The High Priest will tell her. That guy's a stupid moron."

Vellena laughed softly, shaking her head at the thought. "Do you think she'll be upset?"

Jace's voice was firm, a fierce protectiveness shining through, "I don't care."

Vellena looked up at him, a thoughtful smile on her face. "King Jaehaerys and Queen Alysanne were brother and sister too. Our mother married her own uncle... so she really shouldn't be upset about us."

Jace kissed her cheek gently, his breath warm against her skin. "Don't stress about it," he murmured. "We have each other. That's what matters."

The wind rustled softly beyond the stone walls of Dragonstone, but in that moment, there was only the warmth of their joined breath, the quiet of their hearts settling—and the first night of their new life truly begun.

·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:·

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