Daemon has less need to be careful. He lets girls pick at his clothes like little vultures, but none dare grope or grab; it would damage their reputation. Rhaenyra undoes the buttons on his surcoat, and whispers, be kind to her, uncle, and he assures all that he will, but with that sharp smile that says his version of kind may not be everyone else's.
Rhaenyra just rolls her eyes.
Among the crowd, Cerdyc has time to whisper in his ear, that the Hightowers have all left, and nothing could be found in the bed. Daemon directs him to watch out of sight, and keep a crowd close. If something is to happen, he wants witnesses.
So when Daemon arrives in only his braes, and the doors are closed behind him, many drunken voices can still be heard on the other side of it. All have lewd suggestions, the tamest of which involves the words mount her like a stallion.
Daemon slips into bed next to his bride. "I think I'll save that for tomorrow night," he says, and his aim is to charm. He does not want a fevered, fearful bride, however much there is to fear. He moves close to her, enwrapping her in an embrace he means means her to find comforting, just as another drunken suggestion comes through the door.
"Cerdyc found nothing suspicious, but had the sheets changed anyway. He is watching nearby-- with his back turned, don't worry." He kisses Alicent, soft and comforting, though she can surely feel his cock hardening against her leg. Tonight, it seems, is to be a thing of contrasts. "You can scream, if you like, or moan. It will entertain the crowd."
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Date: 2022-08-26 01:32 pm (UTC)Rhaenyra just rolls her eyes.
Among the crowd, Cerdyc has time to whisper in his ear, that the Hightowers have all left, and nothing could be found in the bed. Daemon directs him to watch out of sight, and keep a crowd close. If something is to happen, he wants witnesses.
So when Daemon arrives in only his braes, and the doors are closed behind him, many drunken voices can still be heard on the other side of it. All have lewd suggestions, the tamest of which involves the words mount her like a stallion.
Daemon slips into bed next to his bride. "I think I'll save that for tomorrow night," he says, and his aim is to charm. He does not want a fevered, fearful bride, however much there is to fear. He moves close to her, enwrapping her in an embrace he means means her to find comforting, just as another drunken suggestion comes through the door.
"Cerdyc found nothing suspicious, but had the sheets changed anyway. He is watching nearby-- with his back turned, don't worry." He kisses Alicent, soft and comforting, though she can surely feel his cock hardening against her leg. Tonight, it seems, is to be a thing of contrasts. "You can scream, if you like, or moan. It will entertain the crowd."