It was the strange hinderance to her father's attempt to send her away that occupied Alicent's thoughts. She did as Daemon instructed, only realizing that the smallfolk were watching when he put the coins in her hands. 'What stopped father?' She tossed the coins into the crowd, hearing a few women call her name, but it seemed the cheers were more directed at their beloved prince. Their love for him was likely another sticking point for her father, making him unable to full remove Daemon from King's Landing. If he meant to exact revenge, it would be done out of sight.
During the feast, Alicent takes it upon herself to keep wine from her glass and Daemon's, quickly putting her hand over the rim. It might seem as if she were controlling him, doing her best to keep his lusts free from influence, but the color and smell, it left her feeling queasy. The others nearby drank heartily, but they had their own servers, not sharing the same wine as the couple.
All of this heightened anxiety keeps her from behaving as amorously as she would like. If her father was thwarted, he'd find another way to remove Alicent from Daemon's side. She couldn't pick at her fingers as she wanted, the gloves concealing the work she had done earlier that day. There was no outlet for her fear and she could only pray to the Seven that the feast would pass quickly without incident.
She feels his hand at her knee and sometimes at her hip. She shivers, feeling the heat of him even through her gown. She wished she could be more attentive and yielding, but each time a servant approached Daemon, that bolt of fear returned.
"Have one of your men check our room." Were the sheets new? Had they been out of anyone's sight? Servants and men came and went, leaving the possibility open that somewhere, there might be some trace of poison waiting for them.
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During the feast, Alicent takes it upon herself to keep wine from her glass and Daemon's, quickly putting her hand over the rim. It might seem as if she were controlling him, doing her best to keep his lusts free from influence, but the color and smell, it left her feeling queasy. The others nearby drank heartily, but they had their own servers, not sharing the same wine as the couple.
All of this heightened anxiety keeps her from behaving as amorously as she would like. If her father was thwarted, he'd find another way to remove Alicent from Daemon's side. She couldn't pick at her fingers as she wanted, the gloves concealing the work she had done earlier that day. There was no outlet for her fear and she could only pray to the Seven that the feast would pass quickly without incident.
She feels his hand at her knee and sometimes at her hip. She shivers, feeling the heat of him even through her gown. She wished she could be more attentive and yielding, but each time a servant approached Daemon, that bolt of fear returned.
"Have one of your men check our room." Were the sheets new? Had they been out of anyone's sight? Servants and men came and went, leaving the possibility open that somewhere, there might be some trace of poison waiting for them.