[ Daemon would laugh if he wasn't ready to find any excuse to take Sir Criston's head from his shoulders for some kind of public slight. He was too forward with Alicent? Pot calling the kettle, and all considering he's much more aware of the lingering glances and touches Cole tries to initiate with Alicent when he thinks no one is paying attention. Daemon notices though. He's also noticed that Alicent seems to extract herself far faster than she used to, compared to when they'd first started sleeping together.
Only spurred to more jealousy because he does have to just sit by and let Cole train his own sons. It's not that he doesn't like using his private time to have Alicent, but part of him wished that he had some way of being a little more with the sons too. Even if he had to include Aegon to not appear weird.
What he was grateful for, was teaching Alicent that lullaby all those moons ago so she could bond better with Helaena and getting to spend the time with his niece. He'd happily endure the whispers of wondering if he was wanting to marry her, because Viserys knew that wasn't the case and so did Alicent. For two different reasons, but still. ]
Alright. I'll have her sign something, bide her time in Dragonstone while we wait. Though, reason for my visit could be, Viserys' ailing health. You are offering an olive branch for her to come and visit her father at court. To ensure she gets to see him before anything ill toward happens. Or my concern, since I was hear before seeing her.
[ It's not quite a wonder to him, he's been going a little light on her while she continues to think. But this is basically settled, which means he shifts just a little to push harder and a little faster in his thrusts, shifting toward guiding her to that level of pleasure that shuts off her thinking brain and sinks her more into her needy, wonton self. The one that battles him for how many times they go before needing a rest, because she is just as hungry as he is when given the chance to be herself.
Though her grumble has his hand tease along her belly, before moving up to cup a breast. ] You will never be stout. And even if you were, it would not make you less beautiful, Alicent. But I'll be sure to continue putting you through a rigorous nightly exercise to ensure you get your figure back after each pregnancy.
[She was perhaps too hypervigilant when it came to her sons. She allowed Ser Criston the chance to train them and teach them because it was expected, but any time that Daemon approached them, she felt her chest seize at the very thought that someone might notice or see something more than what they should. Alicent heard enough of the talk around Ser Harwin and Rhaenyra, true that she started much of it, but others seemed to see how small gestures translated to fatherly concern. She couldn't take the same risks, even if she had mirrored Rhaenyra's choices.
With Aemon and Daeron, they were both her precious children. She hadn't made a secret that Aemond was her favorite, given how similar they both were. Though Daeron never suffered from lack of attention either. It was only Aegon, her first, that she seemed a bit more at odds with, despite her love. His safety now was her concern and she'd do everything she could to see that he came to the throne easily. Once he was safe, had his heirs and his wife, she might be able to rest a little.]
Your concern would be easier to accept than my sending an olive branch. She is more likely to think that you only wish to see her.
[Which grated Alicent, but she would swallow those thoughts for now. All of this was too important to be burdened with her petty jealousy. It was rather hard to even think of it now, given their position and what they were doing.
But with the shift of his attentions and pace, she started to let go. Her body started to relax and arch into his hold. She still had to bite her lip to keep from making much sound. But he would hear her breath harsh through her nose. It puffed each time his thrusts became more rough and hurried. Her hands ran up over her chest, playing with her breasts for him to see.]
I take great pride in my appearance.
[If only because it enticed him. She hardly ever expressed vanity, but here was a brief glimpse.]
[ As much as it frustrates him, he's tried to be delicate about it because at the end of the day one misstep could cost her her life. She's not wrong, they both know it, that if it were to come to light she would suffer the consequences. Well, in truth, with how ill his brother is, he may be the one the council punishes more. Her father finding a way for her to potentially just be exiled. So he's allowed her to dictate how much time he gets with his sons, what was best for all of them and their family. And at the same time, letting himself be content with having her all to himself, knowing that his sons were well cared for, safe as he kept his distance.
This was also the difference between Alicent and Rhaenerya. His niece let her sons father be close, show his hand in some ways, which also helped the whispers that Alicent had started about questioning their parentage. Daemon's distance helped fuel the idea they were Viserys' children, though to be far, the idea of Alicent letting Daemon touch her at all would blow some minds. If anyone were to question Alicent's children's father, they'd loo more at the knight always by her side, raising them as his own in Viserys' stead.
And Daemon in the end has proven time and again that even with the risks, even with the pushing to get here with her, he'd do everything in his power to keep his family safe. And Aegon and Helaena by proxy because they were important to her, and his niece and nephew. So he would do what he could to keep the two oldest safe as well, to see his nephew on the throne.
Though he can't help the soft chuckle at her comment. ]
I will visit her as that then. For our sons and family, my Queen. My Alicent.
[ It's the closest he'll do to calling her out on her jealousy and trying to sooth it in the same breath. That he's going to visit his niece for her, for them. Not because he had any interest in anything past being an Uncle to his niece.
his hips rolled, faster, harder, pushing her to let her mind go and not give into that jealousy. Though his eyes darken as they watch her hands run along her chest, teasing herself and earning a very gentle growl. One of his own hands teasing up to cup her hand, her breast, to work it with her. Gods but she was beautiful, has aged lovely even with all the pregnancies and stress. ]
Never more beautiful than bare save for the silver moonlight for me. Mine as I am yours.
[ Confirmation of her beauty from him, enjoying that little bit of vanity under him and more than happy to feed it. The claiming and yet also offering one more piece to help settle that jealousy, because he's offering himself as hers. No question to where his body, heart, and loyalty stand. Or well, fuck in this case. The way he moves with her, working her body with his for both their pleasure, both their release. And yet not fast enough to give it to either of them just yet. Taking his time because they'll have all night. ]
[If only Viserys remembered he had children outside of Rhaenyra. After Aemond was blinded, it had never been more clear to Alicent that she could never rely on the king for protection. Her children had no father to guide them, only a sworn knight and a grandfather, but even then that did nothing to give them the love they needed. There was the obvious solution before her, but her paranoia would not abate long enough to allow such things. Daemon must be kept at a distance. If Viserys would not punish those that blinded Aemond, she could not trust him to spare the children's lives, shoulder actions be discovered. While she cared for Daemon and kept close to him all these years, no passion would induce her to sacrifice her children.
It was something she believed he understood.
It was a hypocritical place, given her own words regarding Rhaenyra. Either it never occurred to her or she never thought much of it. She had a lover, she bore children that she passed as her husband's. She was now in the process of getting another. It should rankle her conscience, but as it always was when Daemon was close, she seemed to forget duty rather easily. He at least understood her and the way her mind worked, the avenues and byways it took to reach whatever conclusion she came to. Her scheming, her sometimes harsh nature and her piety. He seemed to know it well and weathered it, as she weathered his unpredictable actions.
It was an easy partnership, for whatever this might be or have become.
She grinned as he toyed with her breast, teasing her as she expected and wanted. Her body eased under him, warming and increasing in need as he continued to move in her. She grinned, wishing she could make more noise but letting him see her pleasure in her eyes.]
[ Him understanding is the only reason he has never pushed or argued her decision but instead has abided it. It goes against everything he wants, to be able to know the sons, not just because they're his but because they're family as a whole. But mostly, he'd love to know the boys as more than the occasional Uncle that visits or stays around, to give them the attention he's allowed to give Alicent's daughter.
But he gives her what he can't give the boys. Letting that be enough. It's his sacrifice to prove he loves them and her, in some way deep down, that he gives in and holds his tongue and attention. If anyone loves the kids as much as they should, outside of Alicent, it really is Daemon.
Just as he'd never called her out on her jealousy, he'd never called her out on the hypocrisy that has led them to two sons. Will lead them to at least two more children to give their sons siblings and wives. He knew better than to call attention to it, but also, he knew that it would lead no where to get her to see the similarities. All it would do is anger and break her in some way, which was the exact opposite of what Daemon wanted. No, he cared enough for her that he'd protect her, follow the rules she needed to keep to stay strong.
He's happy to give her what she expects, what she wants. What he knows that her body needs and craves after all these years together. His hips roll, giving her hard and fast even if they have all night, because he knows she loves it, can take it, will arch for him all the better. He'd love to hear those sounds in her throat, caught quietly to not give them away, even as he knows she can't let them escapes.
He takes in that look, that pleasure in her eyes and gives it back to her in his own. Though it's not enough for him, so he'll dip to nip at her jaw and let her feel the growls of pleasure she earns that are soft enough not to travel past a reverberation on her skin. ]
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Only spurred to more jealousy because he does have to just sit by and let Cole train his own sons. It's not that he doesn't like using his private time to have Alicent, but part of him wished that he had some way of being a little more with the sons too. Even if he had to include Aegon to not appear weird.
What he was grateful for, was teaching Alicent that lullaby all those moons ago so she could bond better with Helaena and getting to spend the time with his niece. He'd happily endure the whispers of wondering if he was wanting to marry her, because Viserys knew that wasn't the case and so did Alicent. For two different reasons, but still. ]
Alright. I'll have her sign something, bide her time in Dragonstone while we wait. Though, reason for my visit could be, Viserys' ailing health. You are offering an olive branch for her to come and visit her father at court. To ensure she gets to see him before anything ill toward happens. Or my concern, since I was hear before seeing her.
[ It's not quite a wonder to him, he's been going a little light on her while she continues to think. But this is basically settled, which means he shifts just a little to push harder and a little faster in his thrusts, shifting toward guiding her to that level of pleasure that shuts off her thinking brain and sinks her more into her needy, wonton self. The one that battles him for how many times they go before needing a rest, because she is just as hungry as he is when given the chance to be herself.
Though her grumble has his hand tease along her belly, before moving up to cup a breast. ] You will never be stout. And even if you were, it would not make you less beautiful, Alicent. But I'll be sure to continue putting you through a rigorous nightly exercise to ensure you get your figure back after each pregnancy.
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With Aemon and Daeron, they were both her precious children. She hadn't made a secret that Aemond was her favorite, given how similar they both were. Though Daeron never suffered from lack of attention either. It was only Aegon, her first, that she seemed a bit more at odds with, despite her love. His safety now was her concern and she'd do everything she could to see that he came to the throne easily. Once he was safe, had his heirs and his wife, she might be able to rest a little.]
Your concern would be easier to accept than my sending an olive branch. She is more likely to think that you only wish to see her.
[Which grated Alicent, but she would swallow those thoughts for now. All of this was too important to be burdened with her petty jealousy. It was rather hard to even think of it now, given their position and what they were doing.
But with the shift of his attentions and pace, she started to let go. Her body started to relax and arch into his hold. She still had to bite her lip to keep from making much sound. But he would hear her breath harsh through her nose. It puffed each time his thrusts became more rough and hurried. Her hands ran up over her chest, playing with her breasts for him to see.]
I take great pride in my appearance.
[If only because it enticed him. She hardly ever expressed vanity, but here was a brief glimpse.]
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This was also the difference between Alicent and Rhaenerya. His niece let her sons father be close, show his hand in some ways, which also helped the whispers that Alicent had started about questioning their parentage. Daemon's distance helped fuel the idea they were Viserys' children, though to be far, the idea of Alicent letting Daemon touch her at all would blow some minds. If anyone were to question Alicent's children's father, they'd loo more at the knight always by her side, raising them as his own in Viserys' stead.
And Daemon in the end has proven time and again that even with the risks, even with the pushing to get here with her, he'd do everything in his power to keep his family safe. And Aegon and Helaena by proxy because they were important to her, and his niece and nephew. So he would do what he could to keep the two oldest safe as well, to see his nephew on the throne.
Though he can't help the soft chuckle at her comment. ]
I will visit her as that then. For our sons and family, my Queen. My Alicent.
[ It's the closest he'll do to calling her out on her jealousy and trying to sooth it in the same breath. That he's going to visit his niece for her, for them. Not because he had any interest in anything past being an Uncle to his niece.
his hips rolled, faster, harder, pushing her to let her mind go and not give into that jealousy. Though his eyes darken as they watch her hands run along her chest, teasing herself and earning a very gentle growl. One of his own hands teasing up to cup her hand, her breast, to work it with her. Gods but she was beautiful, has aged lovely even with all the pregnancies and stress. ]
Never more beautiful than bare save for the silver moonlight for me. Mine as I am yours.
[ Confirmation of her beauty from him, enjoying that little bit of vanity under him and more than happy to feed it. The claiming and yet also offering one more piece to help settle that jealousy, because he's offering himself as hers. No question to where his body, heart, and loyalty stand. Or well, fuck in this case. The way he moves with her, working her body with his for both their pleasure, both their release. And yet not fast enough to give it to either of them just yet. Taking his time because they'll have all night. ]
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It was something she believed he understood.
It was a hypocritical place, given her own words regarding Rhaenyra. Either it never occurred to her or she never thought much of it. She had a lover, she bore children that she passed as her husband's. She was now in the process of getting another. It should rankle her conscience, but as it always was when Daemon was close, she seemed to forget duty rather easily. He at least understood her and the way her mind worked, the avenues and byways it took to reach whatever conclusion she came to. Her scheming, her sometimes harsh nature and her piety. He seemed to know it well and weathered it, as she weathered his unpredictable actions.
It was an easy partnership, for whatever this might be or have become.
She grinned as he toyed with her breast, teasing her as she expected and wanted. Her body eased under him, warming and increasing in need as he continued to move in her. She grinned, wishing she could make more noise but letting him see her pleasure in her eyes.]
Bound in some strange twist of fate.
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But he gives her what he can't give the boys. Letting that be enough. It's his sacrifice to prove he loves them and her, in some way deep down, that he gives in and holds his tongue and attention. If anyone loves the kids as much as they should, outside of Alicent, it really is Daemon.
Just as he'd never called her out on her jealousy, he'd never called her out on the hypocrisy that has led them to two sons. Will lead them to at least two more children to give their sons siblings and wives. He knew better than to call attention to it, but also, he knew that it would lead no where to get her to see the similarities. All it would do is anger and break her in some way, which was the exact opposite of what Daemon wanted. No, he cared enough for her that he'd protect her, follow the rules she needed to keep to stay strong.
He's happy to give her what she expects, what she wants. What he knows that her body needs and craves after all these years together. His hips roll, giving her hard and fast even if they have all night, because he knows she loves it, can take it, will arch for him all the better. He'd love to hear those sounds in her throat, caught quietly to not give them away, even as he knows she can't let them escapes.
He takes in that look, that pleasure in her eyes and gives it back to her in his own. Though it's not enough for him, so he'll dip to nip at her jaw and let her feel the growls of pleasure she earns that are soft enough not to travel past a reverberation on her skin. ]
A bond I will never give up.