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“Finally, alone, my dear wife.” Daemon whispered hoarsely in her ear as he embraced her from behind.

Sansa smiled happily and excitedly upon hearing him say those words. No one had been more thrilled about this marriage than she was; she had truly fulfilled her greatest dream at last—she had married a handsome and wonderful prince.

A dragon prince, no less.

Turning her face towards him, she looked at him happily and lovingly as she reached an arm back, stroking his hair and playfully repeating the same words.

“Finally, alone, dear husband.”

Although it was true that she was very excited to finally be alone with him, her nerves were also running high. They had already done quite a few ‘things’ together, but this would be the first time they would truly be ‘together’ as husband and wife.

She might even get pregnant today.

Giving her a tender kiss on the lips, Daemon asks.

“Are you nervous?”

“Just a little,” Sansa confessed before quickly adding. “But I’m more excited to finally be with you, to finally be your wife.”

“I wish we could spend our wedding night properly, and not in an abandoned room in the Broken Tower. Having to hide from our enemies whilst they sleep in the royal chambers of Winterfell, but I promise you that when my dragon grows and we reclaim what is rightfully mine, they will lie six feet under whilst we lie in the royal chambers of King’s Landing.”

Sansa turned towards him so she could look him in the face, gazing intently into his eyes as she raised a hand to caress his cheek almost tenderly.

“I don’t care if it’s a room in the broken tower, a tavern room or even the stables. As long as I’m with you, my beautiful dragon prince, I’m the luckiest woman in the world. I want to spend the rest of my life by your side, give you beautiful children and be a good wife to you.”

“You already are,” Daemon says with a smile, also taking her face tenderly in his hands. “That’s why I had no one else in mind to be my perfect second wife.”

Sansa’s face immediately twists in displeasure at being described as the ‘second wife’. Although her mother had already prepared her for this, she couldn’t help but feel annoyed by it.

“Hey, what’s the matter?” Daemon asked, noticing her sudden change of mood. “Does it still bother you that I take multiple wives?”

Sansa laughs nervously and tries to hide her true feelings, telling him nonchalantly, avoiding his gaze.

“No, I’m not. I’m just thinking about other things, nothing important.”

Taking her by the chin, Daemon makes her look up at him, saying cryptically.

“Sansa, you should know better than to lie to your Lord husband. It is a crime to lie to your King.”

“No, I wasn’t lying!” she said hastily. “My mother told me this would happen; as Dragon Lord, you have the right to claim more than one woman. I should feel honoured to be one of them.”

“But aren’t you happy?” Daemon pointed out.

“I just need time,” Sansa said meekly.

Daemon smiled before kissing her tenderly on the forehead and saying to her.

“You’re such a good girl, Sansa. But you still have a lot to learn, and you shouldn’t worry—my story won’t be the same as Aegon the Conqueror’s. I’m not marrying out of duty as he did; I’m marrying you because I love you.”

That was a lie; in fact, he preferred Catelyn to her, but Catelyn served more as his mistress than his wife. The marriage to Sansa would serve to appease the North when he revealed his true identity. But there was no need for the little Stark to know any of that.

“I love you too, Daemon,” she said dreamily, leaning towards him. Boldly, she leaned in for a kiss; Daemon didn’t hesitate to wrap his arms around her slender waist and return the gesture of affection.

Daemon kissed her passionately; his tongue slid and danced around hers. Sansa rested her hands on his shoulders as she melted into him. His trousers felt tighter as his erection grew whilst he began to slowly undo the buttons of the elaborate dress. The front of the dress opened up with every button he undid, exposing more and more of the tops of her pale, full breasts and the deep neckline of the camisole she wore beneath. Her hard nipples pushed the fine fabric outwards and pressed against the material. Finally, having finished undoing the buttons at her waist, the dress opened to reveal just a glimpse of her smooth, flat stomach and the top of her silk lingerie.

Pulling away from her lips, Daemon began to plant soft, sensual kisses on her chin. Moving slowly, his lips trailed down the front of her throat and then along the side of her neck to her shoulder. Daemon reached up and grasped the neckline of her dress and began to slip it off her shoulders, sensually kissing every inch of skin that was revealed. When he reached the edge of her shoulder, the dress slid down her arms, baring her chest and stomach, and was only stopped by her wide hips.

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