[The audacity of him. She smacked his hand away, not aggressively, but a light smack. He was far too close for her comfort and far more intimate than he should be. It was a mistake to have let him have her. She had done contrition, alms distributed, fasting, more time in the sept than usual. None of it assuaged her guilt. Eventually, even Viserys asked if she was well, noticing her pale skin. She near confessed, but simply brushed it aside with not sleeping well from nightmares.
There was no question he would find her alone again. She knew him well enough to expect that, though she had hoped that he may have moved on and found another, now that the chase ended. Instead, he climbed into her room on her first night in Storm's End, audaciously and recklessly. She could slap him for that. Had he shown discretion, perhaps her heart would not be beating so quickly, for what other reason could it be but fear?
She glanced over her shoulder, praying that no one heard their voices.]
If you mean to be of service, then hand me my robe. [She nodded to the brocade cloth draped over the chair to her vanity. She wasn't about to let him close enough to her hair and the bath was growing tepid. The moment that she was out, the water could be carted away and she could be alone with less fear.
The moment it was brought to her, she stood, pointing her body away from him (though there was little she could do for her buttocks. She was quick to let him slip it on before pulling it tight over herself. Another glare of disapproval, despite allowing him that much. She stepped out and pushed him back towards the balcony.]
[ It's hard not to want to be more intimate than he should be, after just how intimate they were. It gives a level of closeness, a level of connection that they now shared, even if she tried to pretend she regretted it. Though he would also argue that he wouldn't want to cause her sleepless nights and guilt strong enough to make her sick. If that's what it was completely. But not enough to stop, to leave her alone either.
Not after knowing that she did want him in some sense.
It said a lot about his interest in her being more than just the flesh or conquest though, that he hadn't moved on and had no interest in finding another. It wasn't just the thrill of it, or being able to say that he was able to lure her into that position. No. He's more interested in her. In her mind. In her thoughts and opinions. In showing her that she can be more than what his brother treats her as.
He can see the backbone under all that prim and proper and wants to lure that out. To show her she can be more. ]
As my Queen commands. [ He moves easily enough to pick up the cloth and bring it to her. He can't help taking in that beautiful body as she stands though, before it's covered by the robe. Eyes far darker than they were before as she shoves him toward the balcony. He's quiet, though he can't help the slight amused lift of the corner of his mouth. Still and patient as he listens to her summon the maid to take the bath away.
Still and silent as he listens to the woman do just that, remove it.
Once he's absolutely sure that it's done, that Alicent's alone again, he'll shift to peak out from where he's hidden. Not saying a word though, wanting to be sure. The last thing he wants is to actually get them caught. ]
[Talya had seen that the water was quickly taken away, bringing in a string of servants girls to cart the water out. Her maid seemed to suspect nothing, but it was difficult to say with servants. They saw and heard more than they let on and secrets never stayed concealed for long. On progress, there was the greater chance of making a mistake, of being caught in some way. That Daemon would choose to come to her now only proved how reckless he was. However meticulously he planned where she stayed and how close he was, he still did not know better to keep his distance.
While Alicent waited, she brushed her hair at the vanity, trying to keep herself occupied rather than give any indication there was someone close by. Talya offered to do such things for her, but Alicent dismissed her after requesting a glass of spiced wine. Something warm to fend off the coming storm outside. Once served, she sent the girl away for the night, assuring her she would need nothing. It would at least limit the number of ears at the door to only her guards.
She had set her comb down by the time Daemon peered in, having had no intention of telling him it was safe. Again, she had hoped he'd grow bored and return to his own room rather than wait out a woman's fripperies. Alas, it seemed that he was determined to catch her alone. She frowned as he met her eyes. Having grown up at court, he must know that she was still not fully alone. Guards, servants, there was always someone closer than he...they might want.]
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There was no question he would find her alone again. She knew him well enough to expect that, though she had hoped that he may have moved on and found another, now that the chase ended. Instead, he climbed into her room on her first night in Storm's End, audaciously and recklessly. She could slap him for that. Had he shown discretion, perhaps her heart would not be beating so quickly, for what other reason could it be but fear?
She glanced over her shoulder, praying that no one heard their voices.]
If you mean to be of service, then hand me my robe. [She nodded to the brocade cloth draped over the chair to her vanity. She wasn't about to let him close enough to her hair and the bath was growing tepid. The moment that she was out, the water could be carted away and she could be alone with less fear.
The moment it was brought to her, she stood, pointing her body away from him (though there was little she could do for her buttocks. She was quick to let him slip it on before pulling it tight over herself. Another glare of disapproval, despite allowing him that much. She stepped out and pushed him back towards the balcony.]
Talya, have my bath taken away.
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Not after knowing that she did want him in some sense.
It said a lot about his interest in her being more than just the flesh or conquest though, that he hadn't moved on and had no interest in finding another. It wasn't just the thrill of it, or being able to say that he was able to lure her into that position. No. He's more interested in her. In her mind. In her thoughts and opinions. In showing her that she can be more than what his brother treats her as.
He can see the backbone under all that prim and proper and wants to lure that out. To show her she can be more. ]
As my Queen commands. [ He moves easily enough to pick up the cloth and bring it to her. He can't help taking in that beautiful body as she stands though, before it's covered by the robe. Eyes far darker than they were before as she shoves him toward the balcony. He's quiet, though he can't help the slight amused lift of the corner of his mouth. Still and patient as he listens to her summon the maid to take the bath away.
Still and silent as he listens to the woman do just that, remove it.
Once he's absolutely sure that it's done, that Alicent's alone again, he'll shift to peak out from where he's hidden. Not saying a word though, wanting to be sure. The last thing he wants is to actually get them caught. ]
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While Alicent waited, she brushed her hair at the vanity, trying to keep herself occupied rather than give any indication there was someone close by. Talya offered to do such things for her, but Alicent dismissed her after requesting a glass of spiced wine. Something warm to fend off the coming storm outside. Once served, she sent the girl away for the night, assuring her she would need nothing. It would at least limit the number of ears at the door to only her guards.
She had set her comb down by the time Daemon peered in, having had no intention of telling him it was safe. Again, she had hoped he'd grow bored and return to his own room rather than wait out a woman's fripperies. Alas, it seemed that he was determined to catch her alone. She frowned as he met her eyes. Having grown up at court, he must know that she was still not fully alone. Guards, servants, there was always someone closer than he...they might want.]
You should return to your rooms.