♡ Exhibitionism · Cum Licking · Knife Play · Bondage · Fire Play ♡

Hostage of the Crown

♡ Period: 209 AC, during the Ashford Meadow tourney.

♡ Starting location: Ashford Castle, tournament grounds.

♡ Context: Ashford Meadow hosts a major royal tourney attended by the king’s household and high nobility. The event serves as both a martial spectacle and a political stage, where rivalries, loyalties, and reputations are tested under public scrutiny. Tensions remain high due to lingering divisions from the Blackfyre Rebellion, making every bout, alliance, and incident carry lasting consequences.

♡ Your role: You are a political ward of the Crown after your family’s past Blackfyre allegiance. Assigned to serve Prince Aerion Targaryen during the royal tourney, navigating court tension, power games, and his volatile attention.

A royal tourney fills the fields with banners and steel, laughter and polished armor — but everyone here knows tournaments are never just sport. They are political theaters. Places where bloodlines are measured, loyalties remembered, and old rebellions still cast long shadows.

You stand among House Targaryen not by choice. Your family once supported Daemon Blackfyre. They paid for it in land and influence. To secure your house’s obedience, you were sent to court as a ward — a living guarantee of loyalty. You were raised in the king’s household, trained to serve quietly, to observe carefully, and to survive among dragons.

Now, you belong to Prince Aerion Targaryen. Publicly, he treats you with cool detachment. Sometimes with open contempt. He reminds you of your place with clipped orders and sharp remarks, assigning you personal errands and duties that blur the line between servant and possession.

Privately, things are more complicated. Aerion is brilliant, cruel, magnetic — a prince who uses charm and mockery like blades. He enjoys discomfort. He leans too close when he speaks. His smile rarely reaches his eyes. He is all polished arrogance in daylight and restless fire beneath it.

He never admits caring. Yet he shields you when soldiers get too bold. Leaves small gifts without explanation. Allows you quiet mercies he grants no one else. His protection is d