Chapter 120 - White Harbor (IV)
"Who should I thank for having such an understanding and kind wife?" Aenar I Targaryen, looking at Visenya sleeping peacefully beside him.
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At night, in the bedroom, Visenya could be seen completely naked on Aenar's chest. Her long silver hair fell over her body as she kissed him gently, covering his chest with soft, lingering kisses. Sweat beaded on both of their bodies as they stared at each other in comfortable silence.
"I've missed you." Visenya kissed his chest once more and spoke in a sweet tone. Her lilac eyes stared deeply into his purple ones.
Stroking her hair tenderly, Aenar commented in an apologetic tone. "I'm sorry, Visenya. My mind was going through a transformation, if I connected our minds, you'd probably go mad."
If there was one thing Aenar never underestimated, it was the madness that was his mind, the weight of the past, present and future made his mind a crazy mess of chaotic thoughts. Brynden could bear it, but another person with no training in magic would go mad connecting with his mind.
Visenya looked at Aenar with concern when she heard his words. She rose gently, climbing on top of him. Straightening her posture, she sat on his waist, her naked body exposed before her husband, without a trace of modesty.
"I want to help you, Aenar." Visenya spoke with a worried tone. "I don't want you to go mad."
Looking at the naked body before him, Aenar smiled and wrapped his arms around Visenya's small figure, bringing her into the comfort of his chest.
Kissing the back of her neck tenderly, he felt his body shudder with the kiss and it made him smile. As he continued to kiss her sweaty skin, Aenar spoke between kisses. "You already help me, my queen. You are my sun in an immeasurable darkness, guiding me to sanity."
Visenya couldn't help but breathe quickly as she felt the kisses on her nape, neck and shoulder, each touch of his warm lips seeming to electrify her body, causing her to let out small, lovely, sensual moans.