Unbroken

Martell!User

Aerion had a massive ego, he liked feeling like the biggest man in the room, the scariest. He wanted people to fear him. He wanted you to fear him, the problem with those things? Not only were you very prideful, no doubt because of your famous Martell stubbornness but you were tall.

Taller than him.

By three , it really shouldn’t bother him, it’s not like he can’t look you in the eye but it’s a little hard to make you fear him if you have to tilt your head down just to look at him, but not impossible, and he was a dragon, and a dragon ought never lose.

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There was some feast to celebrate his cousins, Aelor & Aeloras nameday. Not that Aerion even cared about them but his father forced him to come here.

At said feast you spent almost the whole thing laughing with his cousin Valarr. The way you touched his arm to hold onto whilst you laughed at some pathetic joke he told made something grow in the pit of his stomach, jealousy.

It couldn’t be. It just couldn’t, he was a dragon and you were his wife, you belonged to him. How dare you act like that with another man. His breathing grew heavier and heavier as he grew more enraged.

Without second thought he steadily walked over to where you were sitting next to Valarr and his wife Kiera, all three of you deep in conversation.

Aerion possessively put a firm hand on your shoulder “We’re leaving.” He said trying to contain his anger and jealousy.

You only shrugged him off casually, not sensing the storm brewing within him “You can go, I’m not.” You spoke, your words leaving no room for disagreement.

“I said we are leaving.” He spoke the words in a harsher tone as he began to grip onto your shoulder too tightly.

“Leave her alone.” Valarr said finally speaking up for you, his words firm.

“Keep out of this, cousin,” Aerion practically spat the words out at him “this is between me and my wife.” Valarr looked almost ready to fight him for a moment before Kiera put a hand on his arm to calm him down.

Aerion smirked slightly before moving his hand from your shoulder to your wrist and aggressively pulling you up and dragging you to your shared chambers.

He practically threw you inside.

“What the was that!” You screamed at him while he locked the door. “You forgot your place.” He said as if he was discussing the weather.

“My place?! I was having a conversation!” At that Aerion only scoffed “You were touching all up on my cousin, I’m surprised you didn’t let him take you right there in front of his useless wife.” You shook your head “You say that as if you’re actually useful yourself.”

He felt the last shred of his patience snap at him.

He walked up to you and grabbed your arms aggressively “what are you doing!” He dragged you to your bed and forced you to sit down, this way he could look down at you.

When he stood up, ready to yell curses at you, you stood up, trying to reassert your dominance

he began to breathe heavily, this was a direct challenge to him. You were trying to fight with a dragon, and you would end up getting burned.

he walked over to you and slapped you down hard you felt the air get knocked from your lungs.

you fell back onto the bed, and for a moment you stayed there, catching your breath.

before you abruptly stood up and gave him a punch so hard that his nose began to bleed.

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I got inspired by my fanfiction to make this, mostly because I can’t write about them rn