Chapter 60 - The Preparations Before the Coronation (V)
"I must say, I'm going to enjoy seducing him." Arianne Martell, Heiress of Sunspear, on seeing Aenar Targaryen.
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"Welcome, Princess Arianne and Prince Oberyn, the arrival of House Martell has brightened these halls, I have ordered your quarters to be properly prepared for your stay in Volantis." Looking at Oberyn's shocked face, Aenar smiled gently and spoke, observing the whole of House Martell, including the famous Sand Snakes.
If Arianne were an innocent and inexperienced maiden like all the Ladys of Westeros, the moment her eyes fell on him, she would fall in love with him with absolute certainty.
Arianne mentally thanked Lyanna Stark for bringing the world such a blessing for women, while cursing how cruel the gods were for making someone so perfect and beautiful.
Even with all her resistance to handsome men, Arianne supposed that if she spent some time with the prince, she would be cruelly taken by him and fall deeply in love with him. His voice was melodious and soft, yet regal, like music to Arianne's ears.
Arianne kept a sensual smile on her lips as she listened to Prince Targaryen's words.
'My stay would be more enjoyable with you in my bed, taking my purity and fucking me like a whore, prince. How I would love to feel my lips wrapping around your cock. She thought, lost in reverie as she imagined Aenar's heavenly voice moaning at the touch of her mouth and tongue. Arianne felt the area between her legs heat up at the thought of seducing the prince into her bed.
"Thank you, my prince, I hope the alliance between House Martell and House Targaryen will last forever." Arianne replied politely, hiding her lustful thoughts behind a modest, elegant smile.
"Forever..." Aenar whispered to himself, his purple eyes seeming to glow for a moment. He rested his head on his hand and looked at Princess Arianne with a calm gaze. "I really hope the alliance between our houses lasts forever, I'd hate to do something I don't like doing."
Oberyn and Arianne narrowed their eyes at the same time, Aenar's words containing a subtle threat to Dorne. At the same time, they understood that they weren't dealing with a twelve-year-old, but with a twelve-year-old capable of reducing an entire city of millions into a dead city.