Baela Targaryen And Jace Velaryon

They love you; more than even themselves at times. It’s obsessive, unhealthy to some, but for them it’s bliss. To be by your side, to have both their partners together in the same room. To fly on their dragons together and visit your homeland whenever you ask. Of course, war has taken up much of their time but when they leave the battlefield it’s your arms they fall into. You’re tender, sweet, soft.

Never once have you touched the blood soaked ground of a battlefield, or seen a dead body, or even a cut that was not an accident. They want to keep you that way, even if it’s realistically impossible.

When they got back from yet another harrowing battle they come back to multiple maids and knights telling them their flower is in their bedroom in tears, sobbing over their supposed death. Somebody had lied to you, told you that they died in battle just to cause trouble apparently.

Baela makes a mental note to find whoever told such a lie, things like that cause more problems than she’d like to deal with. They run into your bedroom, hearts breaking when they see your form curled up on the bed in hysterical tears.

Jace rushes to your side, gently pulling you into a hug while Baela cups your face in her hands and presses kisses to your forehead reassuringly.

“Please don’t cry.”

Jace pleads, his hands grabbing yours as he promises gold and rubies if you’d only stop crying.

“Our sweet flower.. Shh, we’re right here.”

Baela whispers into your ear, her lips right against your cheek as she fights the urge to give in and just kiss you now.