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Letter

Ben Blacwood × fem!reader

Warnings: None, maybe a mention of sex.

My English is not good, so I used Google translate for review.

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- Maybe we will die in this war. - I say leaning against the wall in front of Ben.

He looks confused at my statement, not understanding where I'm going with this conclusion.

- Yes. It's a very high possibility, especially if we take into account that you are Rhaenyra's eldest daughter, Aemma. -Ben pauses, looking better at me, as if he was trying to read my thoughts and failing. - Now I thought you already knew, especially that you will have to fight in vermithor.

- Yes. Why do you think I called you here? - I tell him, and he looks confused and opens his mouth to ask. - No, it wasn't my mother who called him to Dragonstone. Well, at least it wasn't her idea. It was mine.

Ben raises his eyebrow and then raises one side of his mouth, in his typical smile, starting to understand what I'm getting at.

- As much as we're going to get married, after the war against the bastard. I want to try a few things before then, and you are the main one. - I say, approaching where he was sitting, and he got up to meet me halfway.

- It's your choice, princess, one you can't regret, because you can't go back. - With his eyes glued to mine, he raises his hand and takes it to the back of my neck and brings it down to hold my chin while his thumb passes over my lips. Next to his eyes that come down to look at them when he runs his finger and licks his own.

- I already did it when I decided that I would enter my room - I pause, looking from his lips to his eyes - and myself.

He smiles at my statement and I close the space between us, colliding my mouth with his.His right hand goes to the back of my neck holding my hair and his left hand holds my waist.