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You stared at the empty shelves in your refrigerator. Only two eggs and an apple that had seen better days. You sighed, slammed the door shut, and checked your bank account for the fifth time today. If you believed strongly enough, maybe some money would appear magically from somewhere? But apparently, no such luck today.
Worst of all, the rent was due, and you had no idea how to pay it. Technically, maybe you could call your parents and ask to borrow some money, but that would be the last possible option. You were an adult, after all, and crawling back to your parents, begging for money, would feel like utter defeat. Totally humiliating.
You sighed and tossed your useless body onto the unmade bed. You stared up at the stained ceiling in your shitty, cramped apartment and felt slightly nauseous. Where the hell would you get money to survive this month or the one after that? You’d been unemployed for three months now, and despite applying for more jobs than you could count, no one seemed to want to hire you. To tell the truth, you felt both exhausted and pretty damn worthless.
Suddenly your phone beeped, but you kept staring at the ceiling for a while longer before you reached out for it. Your friend Maria sent you a message.
“Wanna grab a burger? I’m starving.”
Yes, so were you. Starving and miserable, with only two eggs and an apple left in the fridge.
“Sorry. No money.”
Your phone beeped again.
“Oh, come on, don’t be silly. I’ll buy you a cheeseburger. Cya at six outside Fatty Burgers.”
“Thanks. Cya.”
You texted back and actually felt even more miserable. Maria was such a generous person and a good friend. The very best, in fact. You really hoped you could pay her back one day when your financial situation allowed it. Fatty Burgers wasn’t a cheap restaurant by any means. It was trendy and a place you went if you wanted to be seen. The giant portions and the over-the-top interior were both extremely Instagram-friendly. Well, no time to waste then. It was already half past four, and if you wanted to look somewhat presentable, it was time to hit the shower.
A few minutes past six, you were standing outside Fatty Burgers. It was awfully cold, and a few scrunched-up brown leaves blew past your feet. You shuddered and pulled your jacket tighter around you. The zipper no longer worked, so you couldn’t close it properly. Luckily, you could see Maria running toward you in the distance, her long curly hair bouncing in the wind. Soon you’d be sitting inside with a warm burger. It was a comforting thought.
“I’m sorry I’m a bit late.” Maria smiled and caught you in a bear hug.
“I’ll pay you back as soon as I can.”
“No worries. Let’s go inside. It’s freezing out here.”
A few minutes later, you were waiting for your orders. Even though the restaurant was pretty busy, you had managed to grab a table in a somewhat quiet corner next to one of the windows. Since they served alcohol at the burger joint, Maria had insisted she’d buy you a large glass of white wine as well. It probably wouldn’t go very well with a greasy burger, but who were you to say no? The few sips of wine had already started warming up your starving body, and you felt a bit better than before.
Focus on the present. Be positive. This too will pass. Soon I’ll have a new job, and everything will be fine.
You repeated the phrase you’d read in one of your self-help books in your head while Maria was babbling about some absolutely awful Tinder date she’d been on yesterday. It sure was a lot nicer sitting here than hanging out in your messy, claustrophobic apartment.
Suddenly Maria grabbed your sleeve and leaned closer to you.
“Look left. Two tables from us. Try not to stare.”
“What?” You frowned.
“It’s Aerion and Valarr Targaryen.”
“Who?” You still frowned and looked over at the table your friend pointed out. Two guys were sitting there. One of them had short, messy white hair, and the other one was a brunette. Both cute, according to Maria—and most people, you assumed. You had no idea who they were, though. The brunette had a giant milkshake topped with whipped cream and a cherry in front of him, and the white-haired one just looked pissed off for no apparent reason. Maria giggled.
“Are you living under a rock? Everyone and their mom knows who they are. Aerion has over two million followers on TikTok. They are cousins, and their dads are both loaded. And I mean actually LOADED. Absolutely filthy rich.”
“Okay.” No, you had no idea. You didn’t even have TikTok, and you didn’t really care much, to be honest. The name Targaryen sounded slightly familiar, though.
“You’re just unbelievable.” Maria shook her head and laughed. “Come on, I’ll show you.
Maria opened up her TikTok and typed something. The word Brightflame flashed on the screen in burning letters, followed by the white-haired Aerion sitting in the front seat of an expensive sports car. In his lap, he had a huge pile of cash, and in his hand, he held a gun. Cringe as fuck. Then he proceeded to lick along the gun while looking seductively into the camera. You’d seen enough of Aerion Targaryen to last you a lifetime.
“Looks like a complete douchebag.”
Maria giggled.
“Yeah, he’s a bit of a bad boy. But a gorgeous bad boy.”
“We’ll have to agree to disagree about that, apparently.” You took another sip of your wine, and luckily a waiter also walked over with your burgers. It smelled heavenly, and your stomach made a loud sound that was fortunately drowned out by the music and all the other noises in the room.
“You like Valarr better?” Maria asked and squirted some ketchup on her fries.
Before answering, you looked over at the guys again. Suddenly Valarr looked up, and your eyes met for a brief moment. He had mismatched eyes. One was brown and the other was blue. It was quite pretty, you reckoned. And he looked kind, but a bit too boyish for your liking. Maybe in fifteen years’ time he’d look really hot. In truth, you’d always been a bit more into slightly more mature men.
“Yeah. I think I do,” you said absentmindedly and looked down at your burger. The melting cheese was calling your name.
“Too bad he’s not single. If you could bag Valarr Targaryen, all your money problems would be a thing of the past. How’s your job hunting going, by the way?”
You swallowed.
“Not good. I’ve done ten interviews this week alone, and no one wants to hire me.”
“Ever thought about starting an Onlyfans?” Maria smiled and actually seemed sincere.
If you’d been in a better mood, you’d laughed out loud, but now you only started coughing and nearly dropped your fork on the floor.
“Uh, no. I’m not going to do porn. Never ever in a million years. No thanks. After that, I can say goodbye to every job opportunity in the future. My parents would disown me and—”
“Hey, chill. I didn’t say you have to do hardcore porn. I mean, you could just do some sexy underwear pics or something. There’s a market for that kind of content too.”
You just shook your head because you couldn’t say anything since your mouth was full of cheeseburger. When you finally managed to swallow everything, you took a large sip of wine. Your glass was almost empty.
“I think we need more wine,” Maria said and gestured to the waiter.
“You know I can’t afford it.” You protested.
“Relax. I’m doing very well at the moment. You don’t have to worry about paying me back. Let’s just have some fun tonight.”
Maria smiled.
“Now. Where were we? You don’t want to do Onlyfans in any shape or form, and you have no luck in the job market. Then there’s only one thing left to do. You need to get yourself a Sugar Daddy.”
This time you actually started laughing. In fact, you laughed so loudly that a couple of other guests actually looked your way. You felt a slight blush creeping up your cheeks. Oh God. Perhaps you were a tiny bit tipsy? Drinking all that wine on an empty stomach probably wasn’t such a good idea.
“Why not? My cousin started out on a sugar daddy dating site, and now she’s married to a very wealthy man.”
Yeah, you knew about Maria’s cousin. She’d had every plastic surgery procedure under the sun and was married to a seventy-seven-year-old, nearly dead dude. A nearly dead and very, very unattractive man with no prenup. No, you couldn’t see yourself in that situation. Never ever, even if you liked your guys slightly older.
”You mean I should suck some eighty-year-old dude’s dick just to be able to pay my rent?” This time you whispered in order to not attract any unnecessary attention.
”Who said he has to be eighty? I’m sure there are quite a few much younger men on those dating apps. I mean, you might just find a real hottie. And you don’t necessarily even have to do anything sexual either. Some guys are just looking for company. Someone to talk to and hang out with. Give me your phone!”
Maria didn’t even wait for your permission before she grabbed your phone and started downloading something. You sighed. Well, she could install whatever apps she wanted, but she couldn’t force you to use them unless you wanted to.
You sighed and twirled a strand of your hair around your finger. You noticed that the Targaryen boys were gone now. You hadn’t even seen them leaving. Still, part of you couldn’t help being a bit curious. What if this could actually be an alternative? You were pretty desperate for money and this would at least be a bit more discreet than starting an OnlyFans. Maybe you should at least take a look at what kind of people there were on an app like that. It couldn’t hurt, right?
”Ok, so now you just have to fill out your profile and upload some cute pics of yourself, and then you can start scrolling.”
Maria handed over the phone. There was a new icon on the screen. A blue heart with a white background. Under it you found the name Sugar Love. You grimaced. Best to get this over with as soon as possible. You opened the app and filled out some basic information about yourself, like age, height, and so on. You also added some of your hobbies. Reading, skiing… You had no idea if that was what people did on these kinds of apps, but you thought it would give your profile a bit of a personal touch. Then you uploaded a few pictures, some of your face and a few of your body as well. Nothing explicit, of course, just normal pictures where you thought you looked good. Maria’s eyes followed everything you did.
”That’s quite lame. You need something a bit more sexy, I think.”
"Nah..." You shook your head dismissively.
”I don’t mean anything naked, but a nice bikini pic would be cool. I mean, you post them on your Instagram anyway.”
She wasn’t wrong. You had posted a couple of bikini pictures when you were on holiday last summer with your family. They were pretty tame in comparison to what many other people posted. No ass or tits hanging out. You added one of them to your picture stack, and now you were ready to scroll.
You realized pretty fast that the profiles you were scrolling through either belonged to men over sixty or were not filled out at all. Most men didn’t have any pictures at all, and those who did looked like downright creepy perverts. You grinned, took a sip of your wine, and looked up at Maria.
”Yeah, I’m pretty sure this isn’t for me. But thanks anyway.”
”Don’t give up just yet. You might yet find someone interesting." She winked at you and ordered yet another round of wine.
”Ok. Twenty more profiles, but then I’m out..."
You drank some more, and then something interesting suddenly popped up on your screen. The profile was marked with a red tag that said NEW PROFILE in capital letters. The username was ”Daddy B," age 47, 6'0", widower. It actually had a profile picture that was kind of nice. You couldn’t actually see the face of the man, but at least from behind he looked nice. He was standing on what looked like a tall cliff, looking out over the ocean. He looked pretty tall and lean with broad shoulders, short dark hair, and a very nice ass.
”I see you found something you like. I told you you would.” Maria sounded pleased with herself.
You showed Maria the profile, and she nodded approvingly.
”Now we're talking. Go for it. Write him a message.”
What should you write then? Hi, how are you? sounded too lame and impersonal. Suddenly you felt like you needed to pee badly. Maybe you could think about the whole thing at the loo.
”Be right back..."
You left the table, and on the way to the toilet, you noticed that the wine had really started to affect you. Maybe this was a good thing? Sometimes a bit of liquid courage went a long way when you wanted to write a creative and slightly cheeky message. When you were done, you thought you had the answer. A very short but effective and sort of intellectual one-liner that would surely stand out. You laughed quietly at your own genius as you flushed the toilet.
When you returned to the table, you found Maria with your phone in her hand and a silly smile on her face. You immediately started panicking. What had she done? You were a fool for not taking your phone with you to the bathroom.
”I helped you out a bit…" Maria looked pleased with herself and left the phone on the table.
There were two words written in the conversation field on the app: Nice ass.
You actually thought you were about to explode. Your idiot friend had fucked everything up. This guy, Daddy B, was literally the only one with any kind of potential on that stupid app, and Maria had the nerve to go on and write ”nice ass” and nothing else. He would probably think you were totally brain dead and never answer back.
”I hate you, and fuck that idiotic app." You pouted and emptied your wine glass before Maria had a chance to answer anything back.
The next morning you woke up after a night of very odd and chaotic dreams. The apartment was as depressing as usual, and it took a long time for you to actually crawl out of bed. You moved over to the kitchen and drank some water while you boiled the two eggs you had left.
Today was the day when you had to call your parents and ask for some money. You didn’t want to, but it was the only way for you to survive. You would pay them back when you finally found a new job. You sighed and shook your head when you thought of your stupid antics yesterday. The whole sugar daddy dating app thing was incredibly idiotic, and you felt slightly ashamed of yourself. If you were absolutely sober, you would never have let Maria download it for you. The best course of action would be to delete everything. Like, right about now.
You picked up your phone and opened the dating app. To your great surprise, you actually had a message in your inbox.
”Well, might as well read it then..." You told yourself that out loud.
Daddy B had actually answered! You sincerely hoped it wasn’t a dick pic.
You were met by a laughing emoji and a longer message:
Thanks for the compliment. On a more serious note, I looked through your pictures and read the text on your profile. You are a very beautiful woman, and I think we would have a lot in common. If you feel like meeting up, I would love to buy you dinner tonight. Would that be agreeable to you?
//BT
You stared at the message slightly dumbfounded. He actually wanted to see you? Was this some kind of joke or scam? Did you actually even want to meet this man? What if Daddy B was a total creep or a crazy serial killer? On the other hand, this could hardly be worse or more risky than going on a regular Tinder date. If you met in a public place, like a restaurant, you could always excuse yourself and walk away if something felt off.
Leaning against the kitchen counter, you typed an answer:
Hi, Daddy B. I wasn’t actually expecting an answer from you, so this is a pleasant surprise. Yeah, why not? Where do you want us to meet?
You signed the message with your initials the same way he did and sent the message before checking the time. You realized it was already early in the afternoon. Shit, you had slept much longer than you realized. If Daddy B wanted to take you out for dinner quite early, you had to start getting ready pretty soon. You had absolutely no idea what you should wear. You swallowed. This was pretty insane actually.
Meet me at La Scala at 6 PM. You can find me at my regular table in the back of the restaurant. I’ll be dressed in a dark blue suit, and there will be ten red roses in a vase on the table.
//BT
Really? La Scala was one of the most expensive restaurants in the city, and it was almost impossible for a nobody like you to get a table there. If Daddy B had a regular table at La Scala, he had to be a pretty big deal. You tapped the kitchen counter nervously and decided to call Maria. Perhaps she deserved a thank you after all, and you definitely needed to tell someone where you were going tonight.
On the bus on the way to La Scala, you felt somewhat uncomfortable, and you tried your best to pull your short black dress down as far as you could. A creepy dude was staring at your legs and looked almost like he was drooling. Maybe you were dressed too slutty, but Maria had assured you that the little black dress, the oversized blazer, and the high heels would be perfect and, in her words, very classy. You’d done your best when it came to hairstyling and makeup, and you’d dressed yourself up in your best lace underwear. Not because you thought you’d be involved in any kinky activities with Daddy B, absolutely not, but you wanted to feel your best. You'd be lying to yourself if you said you weren’t nervous. In fact, your heart was beating like a drum in your chest.
When you finally got off the bus and reached the restaurant, your legs were actually shaking, and you felt like you were about to throw up. Maybe you should just turn around and run. Go back home and never think about this again. Shit. Still, your body acted on its own accord, and you grabbed the door handle and opened the door. You were met by a man dressed in a black tuxedo. For a second you thought he looked at you weirdly, like he was judging you, but then he said the following:
”You are here to see Mr. Targaryen, I presume?”
Mr. Targaryen? BT? It kind of made sense, maybe. You nodded. Was Daddy B a relative of the guys they’d seen last night at Fatty Burgers? Maybe one of their dads? The age would match at least. Shit. The man in the tuxedo guided you towards the back of the restaurant, and you tried your best not to trip over your own feet.
Then you saw him. Sitting alone at a table for two with a bunch of red roses next to him. He was dressed in a dark blue, and probably very expensive suit. Exactly as he’d promised. He looked up at you, and your eyes met. He had the same kind and mismatched eyes as the guy you’d seen yesterday. Suddenly you felt a bit less nervous for some reason.
Daddy B smiled faintly and got up. He was quite tall, and you suddenly felt somewhat small, but in a good way.
”Welcome. You look beautiful.”
He leaned in and placed a light kiss on your cheek, and you did the same. His short, graying beard tickled a bit, and his hand briefly touched the small of your back. He smelled faintly of very expensive cologne. A small whiff of leather, incense, and something woody.
”Please sit." He pulled out the chair for you, and you sat down." My name is Baelor. I took the liberty to order something for us both. A small tasting menu. I hope that’s agreeable."
You nodded and told him your name. His voice was smooth like velvet, and the way he looked at you made you weak in your knees. Oh no. He was hot. You swallowed and tried desperately to find something even remotely intelligent to say.
Luckily, you were suddenly interrupted by the loud pop of a champagne bottle being opened. The tuxedo-clad waiter poured some of the bubbly liquid into your glasses. Baelor swirled the champagne around in the glass slightly before tasting. He nodded approvingly and gestured at the waiter to leave. You noticed a fat golden Rolex watch on his wrist. You didn’t know that much about Rolex watches, besides that they probably were worth a small fortune. You took a sip of the champagne. It was most likely the most expensive drink you’d ever have.
”You like the champagne?" Baelor leaned back and tilted his head to the side. He seemed very calm when he spoke, but the way he fidgeted with his heavy golden signet rings betrayed him slightly. Those hands… You swallowed.
"Yeah, it’s good. What kind of Champagne is this?”
"Dom Pérignon Vintage 2008. One of the best vintages in my opinion.”
You nodded and drank some more.
”You know, I didn’t write that ass comment. My friend did. Sorry.”
A small smile played on Baelor’s lips.
”I thought it was rather funny. I didn’t even install that damn app myself or make a profile. I suspect it’s a prank by one of my sons or one of their cousins.”
”Really?”
"Yes," Baelor leaned forward and placed his elbows on each side of the empty plate; his fingertips were touching each other. "Rest assured that the guilty party will be punished accordingly when I catch them. I was about to delete the app before I saw your message and your profile. Now I’m glad I didn’t.”
Somehow you believed him. Baelor seemed sincere about the whole thing. Suddenly you were interrupted by the waiter again. He came carrying two plates with a minuscule amount of food on them. After eating only two eggs earlier today you were hungry, and seeing two odd mushrooms resting on a diminutive slab of risotto was not very satisfying, to say the least. You really hoped there would be more food later on. You also got a small glass of white wine that the waiter claimed would enhance the flavor of the food.
After a few plates and more wine, the conversation was flowing surprisingly smoothly, and you started to feel both full and quite relaxed. It was true that you had quite a few things in common. You both liked reading and books and certain sports. You tried your best to keep focused on the conversation, but now and then the tips of Baelor’s fingers touched your hands when you clinked your wineglasses together. Those brief moments of skin contact sent electric impulses along your spine.
”Now it’s time for the dessert and then a whiskey," Baelor said when the waiter put a portion of panna cotta in front of you.
You looked down at your phone and realized that you’d been here at the restaurant for more than two hours. Time really does fly when you have fun and have a hot DILF sitting right across the table. You tried not to smile but failed miserably.
”I take it you’ve enjoyed our evening together?” Baelor said and took a sip of his whiskey. This time his gaze wandered down to your cleavage. You had to restrain yourself in order not to pull your neckline further down to give him a better view of your tits. His eyes were still kind, but now there was a twinkle of naughtiness there as well.
”Yeah, I’ve had a really good time.” You answered and pressed your thighs together under the table.
”My driver could drop you off at your home on our way back. That way we could talk some more in the car, unless you live very close by"
”No. It took me nearly 45 minutes to get here by bus. I guess it would be at least 20 minutes by car. I live very far from here.”
Baelor nodded and drank the last of his whiskey before sorting out the bill with the waiter. You had absolutely no idea how much a meal like this could possibly cost, but you were sure it wasn’t cheap. Not with all the expensive champagne and wine included. Surprisingly, you didn’t feel super drunk, just a bit tipsy. Well, maybe it would hit you once you got up from your chair? Baelor called his driver, and you checked your makeup in the mirror. Everything still looked good.
”Come, let’s go. The driver will be here soon. Baelor offered you his hand as you got up from your chair. His hand was large and warm, and you had no reason to let go of it. Neither had he, it seemed, and together you walked through the restaurant hand in hand. You did notice some people staring, and one old lady looked downright horrified, but so what? Baelor was significantly older than you, and you probably looked visibly horny, but you didn’t care. It felt so damn right.
Outside, a huge black Rolls-Royce waited for you. Baelor opened the door to the backseat, and you stepped inside. It wasn’t a normal car. The backseat was separated from the driver's side by a wall with a blacked-out window. You sank down in the soft leather seats, and Balor sat down next to you.
”Where do you live?” He asked.
You told him your address, and he relayed the information forward to the driver. You were still holding hands, and as soon as the car started moving, you were pretty sure there wouldn't be much talking going on. Good, because you wanted to jump him already. There was an electric charge between the two of you. Baelor lifted his hand and touched your cheek softly.
”You’re so beautiful. I’m a very lucky man.”
He leaned in and kissed you on the mouth. At first he seemed almost timid, but when you kissed him back, he suddenly became a lot more eager. It was like the floodgate broke, and there was no way he could stop himself. Kissing him was like nothing you had ever experienced before. His lips were soft and hungry, and his tongue played skillfully with yours.
You decided to be a bit bold and finally let go of his hand. You pulled away from his lips for a moment and moved over to straddle his lap. His mismatched eyes were dark with lust, and one of his hands went down to grab your ass quite roughly. His other hand freed your tits from the confines of your bra and dress. His thumb started rubbing one of your nipples, and you had to bite your lip in order not to moan loudly.
”I’ve wanted to explore these for a while now," he said and sucked your right nipple into his mouth.
You didn't give a fuck anymore. You let out a moan and couldn’t care less what the driver thought about you. You wrapped your hands around his neck and let him feast on your tits. You needed more though. Your cunt was dripping wet and horribly neglected. You tried your best to grind yourself against his very expensive trousers. Through the fabric you could feel the outline of his hardening cock. It was both long and thick, and your pussy clenched. Baelor let go of your nipple with a loud and quite obscene pop and grabbed your chin, forcing you to look straight into his eyes.
”Terribly eager, aren’t we?” He grinned, and his other hand found its way up under your dress and into your soaked panties. You closed your eyes and sighed as two of his fingers started teasing your slit.
”Yes, Daddy..." You moaned, and his fingers sank into your dripping cunt. Two of them started pumping into your needy hole, and his thumb rubbed your clit. He obviously knew exactly what he was doing.
”Good girl…" He whispered into your ear as he kept on fucking you with his fingers. It was almost embarrassing how fast you were approaching your climax. Outside the blacked-out windows, the city lights were passing by. You could feel his thick and hard cock through his pants, and your hand went down to fumble with his belt. You wanted him to feel good as well; you thought through the haze of pleasure as you felt your orgasm building.
Baelor captured your lips again and helped him free himself. Your hand wrapped around his throbbing cock just as you felt yourself falling over the edge, coming all over his hand. You collapsed against his chest as you felt the waves of pleasure surging through your body and your cunt clenching around his fingers. Suddenly you were rudely awakened by the sound of a phone ringing.
"Fuck..." Baelor cursed and started roaming through his pockets, but he still didn’t stop massaging your cunt. He only pulled out his fingers but was still lazily stroking your folds. Simultaneously, he managed to pick up the phone and answer the call. It was actually quite impressive. He was speaking French, and it sounded extremely sexy. You resumed stroking his cock just to see his reaction. He hissed between words and looked down sternly at you. You smiled innocently back at him. The call was over pretty quickly.
”I’m sorry, but we have to stop.” He grabbed your hand and forced it away from his cock." Something has happened, and I have to fly to Paris ASAP."
”Don’t you want to cum?”
He grinned.
"Believe me, you’ll make me cum many times over in the future, babe. Now is not the time, though. We’re outside your house, and I’m really sorry, but I’ll have to go. I’ll make it up to you later. I promise.”
He kissed you on the mouth and popped your tits back into your bra while you adjusted your soaked panties and pulled your dress down. He put an envelope in your hand and opened the door.
”Consider this my first gift to you. I’ll get back to you when I’m home again.” Baelor said and closed the door, leaving you alone on the sidewalk.
You felt a bit dumbfounded when you were standing there. What the hell had you just done? It wasn’t exactly supposed to escalate this quickly, but, damn… You grinned and shook your head. You peeked into the envelope; it was filled with cash. Enough to pay your rent and your bills, buy groceries, and even get yourself a new jacket.
The next morning, somewhere in a kitchen in an exclusive area in town:
”What the hell have you done, you little shit?!”
Maekar slammed his fist into the table with a force that almost made the wood creak. A glass of water standing too close to the edge fell down and shattered against the marble floor. Egg clutched his bowl of cereal and looked horrified at his father’s tantrum.
”Chill, Dad. It's just a prank. Ok?”
Aerion grinned in a way that clearly suggested that he wasn’t sorry at all. Instead, he seemed quite pleased with himself. He sipped some more espresso from his cup.
”A prank? You downloaded a sugar daddy dating app to my phone, made an account in my name, and posted a fucking picture of my face there! Daddy M. What the hell were you thinking? Now my inbox is full of sluts and whores. Tits, dicks, asses, and cunts everywhere…
Maekar’s face was redder than a tomato, and Egg had covered his ears with his hands. Aerion rolled his eyes and grabbed some grapes from a bowl on the table.
”As I said, it was just a prank. And besides, Valarr did exactly the same to Uncle Baelor, and he’s not going psycho about it. Maybe you should answer some of those sluts and whores in your DMs. If you get laid, you might be less aggressive.”
"Orange juice. I need orange juice…” Daeron staggered into the kitchen, reeking of yesterday's alcohol. His face was red and swollen, and his hair a mess.
Maekar dropped down on a chair and buried his face in his hands.
”I’ve had it… I’ve had it with you all.”