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The silence was a comfortable, heavy blanket around them, Daenerys was drifting, her body humming with a profound, boneless satisfaction, her back nestled securely against Aeron's chest.
Then, his voice rumbled against her, low and warm. "I can go for more."
Her eyes, which had been fluttering closed, snapped open in the dimness. A soft, incredulous breath escaped her. She could still feel the aching throb between her legs, the echo of the powerful climax he had wrung from her. It should have been enough. It was more than enough. Yet, as his hand slid from her waist to her hip, his touch reigniting embers she thought were spent, she didn't say no. She didn't say anything at all. She simply turned in his arms to face him, her violet gaze meeting his in the shadows, and that was all the answer he needed.
The first light of dawn was a pale, grey smear on the horizon when the chamber finally fell into true silence. The furs were a tangled wreck, and the air was thick with the scent of sweat.
Daenerys lay deep in an exhausted slumber, her silver hair fanned out across the pillows like a halo. One hand was curled loosely near her face, her expression one of utterly spent peace. Every muscle in her body was limp, heavy. The promise of not being able to walk come morning was a certainty she had willingly, joyfully embraced.
Aeron stood from the bed, moving with quiet grace. He pulled on a pair of trousers and walked barefoot to the balcony, the cool night air a shock against his heated skin. The sprawling city of King's Landing lay below, a patchwork of darkness punctuated by a few lonely lights. It was a city that now serves as his capital, his fortress.
Then, a great shadow blotted out the stars. It was vast and silent, a moving piece of the night itself. The Cannibal. His dragon. It banked on an unseen thermal, its form almost completely obscured by the darkness, a specter gliding over the city it now patrolled. A silent, terrifying reminder of the power that now resided in the Red Keep.
Aeron watched the beast for a long moment, his thoughts turning from the warmth of the bed to the cold realities of the day ahead. Councils, petitioners, the endless, intricate game of thrones.
He let out a slow breath, the ghost of a smile touching his lips as he glanced back at the sleeping form of his queen.
"I should sleep," he murmured to the night. "There are things to do tomorrow."
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The morning light poured gently through the tall windows of the royal chamber, soft and golden, spilling across the silken sheets tangled at the foot of the bed. The air carried the faint scent of salt and smoke from the city below, but here, in this high and quiet place, all was still.
Daenerys sat at the edge of the bed, already awake, her silver hair loose and gleaming in the light. Her eyes, bright with unspoken emotion, never left Aeron's face as he stirred from sleep. He looked almost too at ease for a man who commanded death itself, his breathing even, his dark hair falling across his face, the faintest trace of peace upon his features.
When his violet eyes finally opened, they found her instantly. He blinked once, then smirked faintly. "Good morning." he then added "What's with that look?"
She drew in a small breath, caught between laughter and something far more fragile. "You don't understand," she said softly, almost breathless. "I can't help it. I've been awake for hours. I… I couldn't stop thinking about what you said last night. About the curse being gone. I've been waiting for you to wake. I can't wait weeks to know if.."
Aeron raised a hand, cutting her off with a knowing smile. "Ah… that," he said, his tone almost teasing. "You don't have to wait for symptoms, Dany, Nor call upon your maesters or handmaidens to whisper theories over tea."
Her brows furrowed slightly, curiosity stirring behind her violet eyes as he rose from the bed. Barefoot, shirtless, the morning light caught the faint runes etched along his black greatsword next to the bed, he then reached toward her.
"What are you.." she began, but her words faded as his palm came to rest gently against her chest, just above her heart.
The air glowed faintly around them as his eyes burned with violet fire. For a moment, Daenerys felt her breath catch in her throat, as though drawn into some unseen tide that carried her into his gaze.
Then, just as suddenly, it was gone.
Aeron's hand fell away, and the light dimmed. He smiled faintly. "You'll begin to feel it soon," he said, his voice calm and sure. "The change. The signs. It won't take long, just like any woman."
Her lips parted slightly, her heart pounding. "That fast?"
He shook his head with a soft chuckle. "No. You're not with child yet," he said, almost gently, "but you will be. It's written now, set in motion. The rest is only time catching up."
Daenerys stared at him for a heartbeat, then another, before rising from the bed. Her bare feet whispered across the floor as she reached for him, taking both his hands in hers, her voice trembling slightly.
"You're not jesting, are you?" she asked, searching his face. "This means more to me than you can imagine. I've wanted this… I've wanted this for so long."
Aeron drew her closer, his hand brushing along her cheek before he pressed a soft, lingering kiss to her lips. When he spoke again, his tone carried certainty.
"I would never jest about such things," he murmured. "The curse is gone. Broken as easily as a breath. It was never beyond me." His eyes glowed faintly again that same burning violet that seemed both otherworldly and comforting. "There's little left in this world I cannot do, Daenerys."
She exhaled shakily, her forehead resting against his chest. "It's not that I don't believe you," she whispered. "I just… I've lost so much. I've dreamed of this so long, I almost fear to hope."
Aeron tilted her chin up with a finger, his gaze softening. "Then don't think," he said quietly. "Not of curses, or prophecies, or thrones. Live. Rule. Be the queen this realm needs."
His thumb brushed her lips. "Let time do the rest."
Daenerys smiled then small at first, but genuine, her eyes glistening with both relief and wonder. She leaned in once more, pressing a kiss to his jaw, then rested her head against him as the sunlight bathed them both in gold. Daenerys lingered against him for a moment longer, her eyes still closed, her fingers tracing idle shapes along his chest as though unwilling to let the peace fade. But then she looked up at him with that same spark.
"Very well, my wise king," she said, her lips curving into a soft, teasing smile.
Aeron turned toward the tall mirror beside the carved wardrobe, reaching for something to wear. "Come on then, get dressed. We should pay the small council a visit. There are matters I need to see, reports, decisions… and certain things I must confirm."
Daenerys sighed softly, brushing her hair back as she crossed the room toward her gown. "You realize," she said, glancing over her shoulder, "that half the court must already be whispering about our disappearance from the banquet. The Hand, the lords… they must have wondered what became of their monarchs."
Aeron fastened the clasp of his dark vest "Matters not," he said simply. "They'll talk regardless, it's all they ever do."
He turned to her then, and there was something quietly regal in his stance, a power that didn't need to be announced. "We rule," he said, stepping closer, "and they obey. That's the order of things. Their opinions change nothing. We might be nicer, but they need to be reminded of that if they decide to show no respect."
Daenerys gave him a knowing look, her voice soft but edged with amusement. "That's precisely why I handle the diplomacy, my love. You handle the battles."
He chuckled, leaning in to steal one last kiss before she could turn away. "A fair division of labor, I'd say."
She laughed quietly against his lips, then pulled back, smoothing the crimson and gold of her gown. Together, they made their way toward the chamber doors the king and queen of fire and shadow.
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