Arthur woke slowly on the wide bed, his eyelids fluttering open, confusion clouded his mind at first, but he quickly realized he must have passed out. His head throbbed with a dull ache that pulsed behind his eyes, he grabbed at it with one hand, pressing his palm against his forehead as he pushed himself up into a sitting position. The room spun for a moment before settling.
"Arthur!" a girl shouted.
A moment later something tackled him, a warm body colliding with his chest that knocked him back against the pillows. Arthur's arms wrapped around her instinctively, recognition flooding him as he caught the scent of her hair and felt the familiar way she fit against him. It was Mira, his sister, his wife, pressing close to him and near squeezing the life out of I'm.
"Mira," he croaked out.
She pulled back just enough to look at him, tears streaming down her cheeks as she cupped his face with both hands. "You're here," she whispered, her voice breaking. "You're really here."
Arthur hugged her back fiercely, burying his face in her shoulder while he held her as close as he could. "I was so worried about you," he said, words tumbling out in a rush. "Every day without knowing where you were or if you were safe... it tore me apart. I missed you so much, Mira, more than I could ever express with words."
Mira clung to him tightly, her fingers digging into his back. "I missed you too," she replied, sobbing softly against his neck. "I knew you would come back to me. I never stopped believing that, even when everything seemed hopeless, we are made to be together, nothing can separate us for long."
Rhaella stood beside the bed, shifting her weight from one foot to the other while she watched the reunion with a small, awkward smile that showed she felt out of place in the moment. Mira kissed him then, over and over, quick presses of her lips against his mouth, his cheeks, his forehead, as if she needed to confirm he was real. She squeezed him tighter with each one, her body trembling while joy and relief poured out of her.
Arthur laughed softly between kisses, his hands stroking her back. "Easy," he said gently, "let me up a bit so I can breathe."
Mira shook her head stubbornly, burying her face against his chest again. "No," she mumbled. "Not yet."
Arthur chuckled deeper, the sound rumbling in his chest, he wrapped his arms around her waist before lifting her easily with him as he sat up fully. Mira squealed in surprise, her legs kicking playfully while she clung to his shoulders. He settled on the side of the bed where Rhaella had stood moments before, Mira still in his lap with her arms looped around his neck. "What happened?" he asked, turning toward Rhaella while he kept one arm around Mira's waist.
Rhaella smoothed her robe as she spoke. "While I was talking to the guard you fell over suddenly and started shaking for a moment," she explained calmly. "Then you passed out completely. I did not want to call the maester, since there would be questions about why a young man was in my chambers at night. So when Mira arrived, we moved you to the bed together and waited until you woke."
Arthur nodded slowly, though his attention drifted inward as the memories resurfaced clearly. 'So those were flashes from my previous life,' he thought, pieces of a world with strange devices and stories that mirrored this one in eerie ways. Did that mean he lived inside a tale now, one he had read about in books and watched on screens? The implications unsettled him, but what stood out most was the tragedy ahead for the woman before him; marriage to her brother, abuse, loss, and the burning of Summerhall that would claim so many Targaryens. The rest blurred, wars and dragons and endings he could not fully recall.
'Perhaps more shards exist close by?' he mused silently, with that perhaps he could unlock the full picture and let him change what came.
"Arthur?" Mira said, her hand touching his cheek to draw him back.
He blinked, snapping out of his thoughts. "Sorry," he said quickly, offering them both a reassuring smile. "I am well now, truly. More than well." He looked at Mira as he spoke the last words, his hand squeezing hers.
"I was so worried about you," he told her again, his voice softening. "I am sorry for everything... for trusting Willem, for putting you in danger by bringing you to the city. If I had seen through him sooner—"
Mira shook her head firmly, placing a finger against his lips. "It was not your fault," she insisted. "Willem lied to me too. He told me you had been arrested for killing a man in self-defense, that he would work to get you free. That was why I stayed with him... I believed he helped you, perhaps if I were not so foolish I would've seen through his lies." She paused, meeting his eyes. "But don't worry, he never hurt me, not like that. I think he planned to make me his wife, with all the gifts he gave and the feasts... it was a little unsettling."
Arthur scowled at the thought, his hand cupping her face gently. "He will never touch you again," he promised. He was hopefully rotting in the seven hells after Arthur put a dagger in him.
Rhaella cleared her throat lightly, stepping forward to hand Arthur a fresh glass of water from the bedside table. "Was it you who slaughtered everyone at his manse?" she asked curiously.
Arthur hesitated, glancing between the two women.
Rhaella assured him quickly. "You will not face trouble from me," she said. "I only want to know."
Arthur nodded then. "Yes," he admitted. "I went there to rescue Mira and kill Willem for what he did to us. When I arrived, she had already escaped and was under your protection, but I only found that out after I killed his guard and him."
Rhaella smirked faintly. "And that led to your foolish plan to break into the Red Keep," she observed.
Arthur rubbed the back of his neck, embarrassment coloring his cheeks. "Yes," he conceded. "It seemed like the only way at the time."
Mira did not care about the detailsc she leaned against him with pure joy radiating from her, overjoyed simply to have him there. Arthur hugged her close again, murmuring assurances into her hair. "We will never be separated again," he promised. "I swear it."
Rhaella watched them for a moment longer, then smiled softly at Mira. "I am going for a walk," she announced, moving toward the door. "I will fetch more water and give you two some time alone."
Mira met her eyes with silent gratitude, a look that conveyed everything words could not. Rhaella nodded in return and slipped out quietly, the door closing behind her with a soft click.
Alone now in the chamber, Arthur and Mira finally had the space to rediscover one another. The wooden door had barely clicked shut behind Rhaella when Mira's eyes locked onto Arthur's, a spark of longing igniting between them. She shifted in his lap, her small hands tracing the lines of his jaw, his neck, as if memorizing him anew. "Arthur," she whispered, "every day without you... it was like a piece of my soul had been torn away. I woke up reaching for you in the dark, and the emptiness clawed at me. I missed your voice, your touch, the way you made me feel."
Arthur's heart ached at her words, mirroring his own torment. He pulled her closer, his fingers weaving into her golden hair. "And I you, Mira." His voice cracked, and he leaned in, capturing her lips in a gentle kiss that quickly deepened as the floodgates of their separation burst open.
Mira responded with fervor, her mouth opening to him, her tongue tentatively brushing against his. The kiss was a storm of pent-up desire, slow at first. But soon it turned hungry, her lips pressing firmly against his. She tasted of salt from her earlier tears and something sweeter, like fresh honeyed wine. Arthur's hands roamed her back, pulling her flush against him, feeling the heat of her body through the thin fabric of her gown. Their breaths mingled, as tongues danced, exploring depths they had only dreamed of in their time apart. Mira's fingers dug into his shoulders, a soft whimper escaping her as the kiss intensified, her body arching into his. When they finally parted, gasping for air, Mira's face was flushed a deep crimson, her cheeks blooming like roses in the candlelight, her lips swollen and glistening.
"Oh, Arthur," she breathed, her eyes half-lidded with desire, "it feels so good to touch you again, to kiss you like this. I've craved it every night." She leaned in once more, pressing another kiss to his mouth, this one shorter but no less passionate.
Arthur nodded, his own cheeks warming as he smiled against her lips. "Aye, Mira. Nothing compares to this—to you. I've missed it more than words can say." He captured her mouth again, and they lost themselves in a series of kisses, each one building on the last. Gently, he guided her back onto the bed, the soft linens cradling her as she lay down. Arthur hovered over her, his body aligning with hers, careful not to crush her slight frame. Their kisses grew more fervent, lips and tongues entwining in a dance. Mira moaned softly into his mouth, the sound vibrating through him, sending a thrill down his spine. Her hands explored his chest, slipping under his tunic to feel the warmth of his skin.
They broke apart only when their lungs demanded it, both panting heavily, chests heaving in unison. Mira's eyes sparkled with a mix of joy and something deeper, more urgent. She bit her lip, her blush deepening as she gathered her courage. "Arthur... we've called each other husband and wife ever since we fled Harrowfield. But... we've not done the one thing husbands and wives do."
Arthur's eyes widened slightly, understanding dawning. "You mean..."
Mira nodded, her cheeks flushing an even brighter red, her gaze dropping shyly before meeting his again. "Yes. Take my maidenhead, Arthur. I want to feel you inside me, to have your seed fill me. Make me truly yours."
His heart raced, desire surging through him like wildfire. "Mira... yes. Gods, yes." He kissed her again, deeply, his hands moving to the hem of her gown. Slowly, reverently, he lifted the fabric, exposing her smooth legs, her thighs, inch by inch. Their kisses never broke as they undressed, lips brushing, tongues teasing. Mira's hands fumbled with his tunic, pulling it over his head, her fingers tracing the scars and muscles of his torso. He helped her shrug out of her shift, revealing her body to him fully for the first time in what felt like an eternity.
As they peeled away the last layers, Mira whispered breathlessly between kisses, "I've waited so long for this, Arthur. Dreamed of it, your hands on me, our bodies joined. Please, don't make me wait any longer."
Arthur paused, a flicker of guilt crossing his face as his mind flickered to Cassie, to Myrna, to the others he'd been with. "Mira, I... I should tell you, I've done this before—"
She silenced him with a finger to his lips, shaking her head. "It doesn't matter, Arthur. None of it does. All I want is you, here, now, with me."
He nodded, relief washing over him, and kissed her fiercely, their naked bodies pressing together at last. Mira's form was a vision of perfection—her breasts were large and fell across her chest like large tear drops, generous swells that begged to be touched, rising and falling with her quickened breaths. Her nipples were large and puffy, dusky pink peaks that hardened under his gaze. Her body was slender, lithe like a willow, yet her hips flared wide in a womanly curve. Between her thighs, a thick forest of blonde curls guarded her most intimate area.
Arthur's hands roamed her skin, and instinctively, he channeled his [Massage] skill. He cupped her breasts, thumbs circling her puffy nipples, drawing a gasp from her lips. Leaning down, he kissed her neck, trailing lower to capture one nipple in his mouth, suckling gently at first, then with more fervor. Mira arched her back, moaning loudly, "Oh, Arthur... that feels so good. You're amazing, my love. Don't stop."
He lavished attention on her, switching between her breasts, his skilled hands kneading her flesh, sending waves of ecstasy through her. Her moans grew louder, her body writhing beneath him. Emboldened, Arthur's hand drifted lower, over her flat stomach, to the apex of her thighs. His fingers parted the blonde curls, finding her slick folds. He rubbed gently, circling her sensitive pearl, eliciting sharper cries from her. "Yes... there... oh gods," she panted.
Lowering himself further, he kissed down her body, his tongue tracing a path to her sex. He lapped at her eagerly, tasting her sweetness, his [Massage] skill enhancing every touch. Mira's hips bucked, her hands fisting the sheets as pleasure built. She orgasmed once, then twice, her body shuddering, cries echoing in the chamber: "Arthur! I'm... ahh!" Waves crashed over her, leaving her trembling and slick.
But Mira wasn't content to receive alone. With a determined glint in her eye, she pushed him onto his back, her slender form straddling his hips. "My turn," she murmured, her voice husky. She trailed kisses down his chest, her hands wrapping around his hardened length. Leaning down, she took him into her mouth slowly, her lips stretching around his girth. It was intense, erotic—her tongue swirling around the head, tasting the bead of precum, then sliding down, taking more of him. She bobbed rhythmically, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked, her hands stroking what her mouth couldn't reach. The wet sounds filled the air, her enthusiasm making up for inexperience.
Arthur groaned deeply, his hands in her hair, hips thrusting gently. "Mira... gods, that's incredible." Pleasure built rapidly, and soon he spilled into her mouth with a guttural cry, his seed flooding her. She swallowed greedily, not wasting a drop, her eyes locked on his.
Pulling back, Arthur laughed breathlessly, "Where did you learn that, love?"
Mira wiped her lips, smiling shyly. "I've never done it before, but Gregor and Garlan used to boast about how much they enjoyed girls doing it with their mouths. I... wanted to try for you."
"How was it?" he asked, pulling her up to kiss her.
"The taste is quite strange, salty and thick, but I think I like it. Especially knowing it's yours."
With renewed vigor, Arthur flipped her onto her back, covering her body with his. They kissed passionately as he settled between her thighs, his hardness pressing against her entrance. "Are you ready, Mira?"
"I've been ready for so long. Make me yours, Arthur."
He positioned himself, the tip nudging her slick folds. Slowly, he pushed in, feeling her tightness envelop him. For Mira, it was a mix of pressure and fullness, a sharp sting as he breached her maidenhead, breaking through with a gentle thrust. She gasped, nails digging into his back, but the pain quickly morphed into pleasure as he filled her completely, stretching her walls in a delicious way. "It hurts... but gods, it feels so good," she whimpered, hugging him tightly. Her feet rubbed against his backside, heels pressing to urge him deeper.
Arthur groaned at the sensation, her heat clenching around him like a velvet glove. "You're so tight, Mira... perfect." He began to move, slow at first, savoring every inch, their bodies rocking in harmony. The intimacy was overwhelming—they were lost in each other, eyes locked, breaths syncing. Kisses peppered faces, necks, as thrusts grew deeper, faster.
Unbeknownst to them, Rhaella had returned quietly, slipping through the door with a pitcher of water. She froze at the sight, her violet eyes widening in awe. The princess set the pitcher down silently, unable to tear her gaze away. The scene aroused her deeply—Arthur's muscular form dominating Mira's slender one, their moans filling the air. A flush crept up Rhaella's neck, her own body responding with a forbidden heat as she watched from the shadows.
Arthur's pace quickened, hips slamming into hers with raw power. Mira moaned relentlessly, "Harder, Arthur! Yes, like that!" Her breasts bounced with each thrust, nipples grazing his chest. She orgasmed again, her walls pulsing around him, drawing him closer to the edge. The room echoed with the slap of skin, their sweat-slicked bodies gliding together.
As climax neared, Arthur drove harder, deeper, his groans mingling with her cries. "Mira... I'm close..." She wrapped her legs around him, pulling him in, their shared release building like a storm. When it hit, it was explosive—Mira arched, screaming his name as ecstasy ripped through her, her inner muscles milking him rhythmically. Arthur followed, burying himself to the hilt, his seed erupting in hot spurts, filling her completely. Wave after wave crashed over them, bodies trembling, souls intertwining in that perfect moment of union. He pumped a few more times, prolonging the bliss, until spent.
Finally, Arthur collapsed beside her, pulling her into his arms. Mira hugged him tightly, their hearts pounding as one, basking in the afterglow. "I love you," she whispered, nuzzling his neck.
"And I you, forever," he replied, oblivious to their silent observer.
(AN: Here we go, reunited blah blah blah, don't worry they won't be separated again unless I kill her off. Anyway hope you enjoyed.)
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