Theodore Tyrell was observing the princess from afar. He watched as she was talking to their host, Bronn, and the two exchanged a couple of quips and laughs. She told the young man that Bronn was a dear friend. He was a loyal and trustworthy companion of Jaime Lannister during the Long Night and apparently, remained a friend even after Queen Daenerys sat on the throne. He thought it was hard to believe since Bronn was clearly not a lord -despite his newly acquired title, saying otherwise-, and clearly not a trustworthy man, given his past as a mercenary. Besides, he didn't need to be a seer to see that Bronn was attracted to the princess. Out of respect for Jaime Lannister and her clear devotion to that man, Bronn didn't attempt to seduce her, but Théodore knew when a man was lusting after a woman. Bronn was clearly mesmerized by Bäahal. He tried to impress her, found any reason to touch her shoulder or back, always joked about replacing Jaime if she needed some novelty, and practically tried to invite himself into her chambers under the guise of a joke.
Bronn was undressing Bäahal with his eyes every time his eyes wandered over her body. Despite being dressed modestly because she was outside the court, Bronn didn't have much trouble trying to figure out her curves once they were freed of the heavy fabric she was wearing. Princess Bäahal was known to be gorgeous and voluptuous, and despite the layers upon layers of clothing she was wearing, her curves were easy to guess. Theodore had eyes, even he could tell. It bothered the prince, however, to see that he had a rival in Bronn. It forced him to temper himself and only pick the moments the princess was on her own to try and woo her. Bronn made it difficult for him, and he both hated it and took it as a challenge to win. After all, the princess was sought after by all the bachelor lords and princes of Westeros and perhaps even of the Seven Kingdoms. No one took it to heart that she had already made a choice in a suitor because everyone hated Jaime Lannister and considered he was unworthy of being the princess consort. Theo himself didn't respect the man and had no qualms about trying to steal his betrothed from him.
She was oblivious to attention from others, and he assumed that she probably also was oblivious for the longest time to the attention Jaime Lannister had for her. She was naive, and Theo enjoyed it greatly. A woman like her, whom he mistakenly believed was innocent and inexperienced with men, couldn't possibly realize when a man was lusting after her or when he had genuine feelings for her. In his mind, she had not been touched before -despite rumours spreading about her past as an elite whore at Mereen-. She couldn't be since she wasn't promiscuous and didn't pick up on subtle (and not so subtle) clues from other men. In his mind, she was a land to conquer, and it was a race where whoever got to claim her would win the biggest prize. As his eyes wandered from her silver hair to her generous curves, he fantasized about taking it from himself. He wanted to carry her to his bedroom, pull up her heavy dress while she struggles underneath him. He wanted her to worry about what people would say if they knew, as if she were secretly in love with him but couldn't admit it. He wanted to laugh at her face, to tear her undergarments off her, to finally see for himself how her sweet cunt looked underneath these clothes. Did she have silver hair? Was she bald down there? he imagined both scenarios and could feel his cock twitch against the hard fabric of his pants.
She was beautiful, the most beautiful woman he's ever laid eyes on. She would look even more beautiful if she were lying on her back, her silver hair crowning her face, her face red from blushing, and shy. Oh, He wanted her to be shy because she had never seen a man before. He wanted her to panic a bit once she saw how well endowed he was. He wanted her to look at him with her big purple eyes while he would guide his cock to her mouth. Make her work for that cock. Make her soak it with her saliva so it will be nice and ready to take her. Theodore groaned and dropped his head for a moment. He wasn't better than any other man lusting after the princess because he was exactly like them. He didn't love Bäahal (how could he when he didn't know her well). He admired her, heard about her exploits, and appreciated her bravery and kindness towards the people. However, lust was his principal motivation. The reason for his obsession. He wanted her. He wanted to hear her moan his name. He wanted to claim the princess, and nothing was going to stop him from it. For a brief moment, she turned around and her gaze met his. She smiled and waved at the prince, who took it as a sign to get closer to her. he knew his diplomatic mission was short. She was to stay for five days, which weren't enough for him to make a significant move on her, but he decided that he would do his best to wear her out, so she would easily give in to him the next time they met. He ran his hand through his blonde locks and walked towards the princess with newfound confidence.
-TBC-
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