[She had been greedy from the first moment to now, seizing all he offered with both hands. A bond took time to grow, and even with her still persistent protests, they came together again and again. Guilt was a cloak to wear for a period of time before it fell away along with the rest of her clothes. It never last the moment she spread his legs for him, whether it be fingers, cock or tongue. For the nights that the fight was raised in her, it was safer to be in the passageway where none could hear. She might have bribed a maid or two to overlook anything suspicious, but she couldn't rely on their silence. Her father might well offer a better price.
Her nails dragged down along his spine. The first sting had been frustration, now it was her own desire to mark him deeply so that it would barely heal by the time he was back. Something about his visits to Dragonstone, any time that he was near Rhaenyra, it brought out her jealousy and insecurity. She was well aware the pair had at least been in the midst of this before something interrupted. She never asked for details and never intended to. It was best left a secret. There was always something between him and Rhaenyra, even if it was tempered with time. It didn't change the possibility that desire might rise again and she'd sway him to her side. Rhaenyra could convince him of almost anything.
The mere idea had her thrusting down more roughly, cheeks cupping his jaw so she could raise his lips for a hot, searing kiss. His nights in King's Landing were of no concern to her. He kept his reputation well, but there was never any side another woman was in his bed. That was a comfort as time had went on and children were born. The Rhaenyra paranoia though would never leave. Some sores were forever present, as Ser Criston was to Daemon.
Her teeth bit at his lip hard, licking at the dots of blood that bubbled after. They were slow, taking their time, but that ferocity was always present, whether in passion or roughness.]
Her son will both be acknowledged as the true heirs to Dragonstone and Driftmark. [Neither of those are small offerings. Driftmark was the navy of Westeros and the only port to rival King's Landing. Lucerys would be a wealthy man before he even bore a child of his own. As Dragonstone was the property of the heir, it should go to Aegon's son, once he was wed and a father. Yet Alicent was willing to let the keep pass, that tradition to end. With its significance and proximity to King's Landing, it was a strategic location, as well as the history marking it as the most valuable jewel in Westeros.]
Her sons- [she gave a hushed gasp, circling her hips in just the right way.] Her sons will be given prominence at court, at the same level as Aemond and Daeron. Her younger sons can serve at court, one a squire to Aegon and the other a cupbearer.
[Far more generous terms than anyone else would give. Marriage though, she would not bend on that. She might prefer to have two more daughters, if only to keep her sons from any Rhaenyra might have.]
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Date: 2022-11-12 05:47 pm (UTC)Her nails dragged down along his spine. The first sting had been frustration, now it was her own desire to mark him deeply so that it would barely heal by the time he was back. Something about his visits to Dragonstone, any time that he was near Rhaenyra, it brought out her jealousy and insecurity. She was well aware the pair had at least been in the midst of this before something interrupted. She never asked for details and never intended to. It was best left a secret. There was always something between him and Rhaenyra, even if it was tempered with time. It didn't change the possibility that desire might rise again and she'd sway him to her side. Rhaenyra could convince him of almost anything.
The mere idea had her thrusting down more roughly, cheeks cupping his jaw so she could raise his lips for a hot, searing kiss. His nights in King's Landing were of no concern to her. He kept his reputation well, but there was never any side another woman was in his bed. That was a comfort as time had went on and children were born. The Rhaenyra paranoia though would never leave. Some sores were forever present, as Ser Criston was to Daemon.
Her teeth bit at his lip hard, licking at the dots of blood that bubbled after. They were slow, taking their time, but that ferocity was always present, whether in passion or roughness.]
Her son will both be acknowledged as the true heirs to Dragonstone and Driftmark. [Neither of those are small offerings. Driftmark was the navy of Westeros and the only port to rival King's Landing. Lucerys would be a wealthy man before he even bore a child of his own. As Dragonstone was the property of the heir, it should go to Aegon's son, once he was wed and a father. Yet Alicent was willing to let the keep pass, that tradition to end. With its significance and proximity to King's Landing, it was a strategic location, as well as the history marking it as the most valuable jewel in Westeros.]
Her sons- [she gave a hushed gasp, circling her hips in just the right way.] Her sons will be given prominence at court, at the same level as Aemond and Daeron. Her younger sons can serve at court, one a squire to Aegon and the other a cupbearer.
[Far more generous terms than anyone else would give. Marriage though, she would not bend on that. She might prefer to have two more daughters, if only to keep her sons from any Rhaenyra might have.]