Aerion Targaryen. 10

Five minutes

Aerion was sitting in an armchair in the reading room.

And you comfortably on her lap.

—Don't you have a meeting?

You asked.

-Yeah.

—Then go.

-I don't want to.

You rolled your eyes as he put an arm around your waist.

—You're impossible.

-I know.

You rested your head on his shoulder.

And for a few minutes everything was calm.

Until someone knocked on the door.

—My prince, the council is waiting for you.

Aerion closed his eyes.

—What a tragedy.

—Aerion.

—I don't want to go.

You let out a laugh.

—You have to do it.

He sighed dramatically.

Then he rested his forehead against yours for a few seconds.

—When I'm finished, I'll be back.

—I'll be waiting for you.

That brought a small smile to his face.

And, for once, Aerion went to fulfill his obligations without protesting too much.