[A child couldn't and wouldn't come of this. It might be a good sign for him, but it would be a mark of her indiscretion. She was far less kind to her slips and mistakes and there was always a measure of apprehension and disappointment when she did get pregnant. It was no easy thing and tightened a bond she wasn't sure yet if she should encourage, even as encouraged it.
This position was lewd and wanton, but felt so good. She would never say so, but she liked being fucked this way. Words may not show it, but her body did, from how hard and sensitive her nipples were, to how wet she was between her legs. She could feel where he entered her with the hand he guided to her sex. He would feel the tips of her fingers near his cock as she worked herself under his guidance. She was still so tender and very needy.
His hand around her throat is sudden, but there is no fear. The pressure feels like another taunt. It's almost an encouragement to continue teasing him, to see what he'd do, if she could push him as much as he's pushing her. She can feel the strength of his hand and leans her neck more against. Her voice was ragged, sharp and hard to hear, but there was a dare to her words and almost a reckless glee to her voice. Punish her, yes, she wanted to see him try.]
I will forget this as soon as it's over. [Sheβs panting each word, breaking off to cry out at each thrust, not holding back or showing any decorum.] I will see you're banished from court and sent to the Eyrie. You are too bold with your queen.
[As soon as his hand tightens, her hand slides harshly against the rocks, her cry of pleasure breaking under the pressure at her windpipe. She slams back against him, almost forgetting the game as she screamed:] Yes, there! Don't stop, don't come yet. Please, please keep going. More! [She didn't want to stop, didn't want time to stop them. She wanted this, wanted to be taken again and again until she was too sore to move or ride her horse. What time matter anymore? She was so tempted to send the entire entourage away, if only she could be well and truly fucked.
There was a streak of blood where the stone had scraped her hand. Good, it added to her lie. He was so relentless and her body wanted release so badly, but she obstinatly refused, drawing this out longer and longer. She wasn't done yet, not with this and not now.]
[ He doesn't believe a word of her protests, of her threats to banish him to the Eyrie. Not one of them, not with the way her body bucks back against his, how wet the slaps sound as they move together, how she pants and moans for him. No, he's sure that she's only saying it to bide her conscious, and to taunt him into pushing faster, harder, of being near punishing in his treatment of her and her body.
Not even so she can cry foul for the potential bruising at her hip, against her thighs, the light redness at her throat, the bite to her breast. But because it pushes her higher and he's happy to give it to her, a groan every time her fingertips brush his cock as he fucks in and out of her. There's something delicious in knowing she's working herself too, even with protesting, threatening, her fingers work with his to push her pleasure higher, faster, harder. All things that that only showed exactly what she wanted, craved. And from him. ]
I am everything my Queen needs. [ The words are growled as his hips push faster, his fingers quicken their work on her clit, there may even be the smallest slip of his blunt nails against the very sensitive nub, adding more pain to her pleasure as his hand tightens just a little more. Nothing that would stop her air or her cries as she begs him to give her more, but enough she might have the faintest mark of a hand at her throat if he's not releasing it soon. ] She needs to be filled properly, to be given pleasure in abundance, to know she's desired above all and everyone. She needs a dragon to mark her, inside and out, to give her sharp claws and teeth to make her come. Doesn't she! [ It's not a question, more a statement as he slams himself into her, fucking her harder as blunt nails at her throat also prick her skin a little.
Fuck, he could spend all day here, fucking her every which way. Enjoying her body, learning everything that caused her to cry out, scream for him. And then stripping her bare and drawing her into the water, only to fuck her in the water again, wet and sippery and even more rocks and scrapes to mark her back and the pleasure he'd give her. Never stopping until they were both too exhausted to move, to even make it back to the festivities. ] Only your dragon can give this to you, only your dragon knows how rough you really love it, doesn't he. Scream for him, my Queen. Let the water hide how good it feels to be his, to be filled, to be made to come again and again.
[She can only hold it off for so long before her body breaks before her resolve. She's crying out with each thrust, to the point her voice feels rough in her chest. When finally everything shatters, her voice gives out before it can even leave her chest, only a sharp gasp that tickled the sides of her throat. She was gripping him as the waves of her orgasm echoed through her. Her hand left from between her legs, joining her other hand against the rocks, if only to keep her steady. Everything seemed out of focus, only a distant hum of the water and a sense of him rapidly thrusting into her as he moved towards his own end.
It was surreal, a feeling she hadn't expected, especially on the heels of two before. It left her quiet as she waited for sound to return, for the high of it all to disappear. It was lasting longer this time. Her body sore, bruised and cut. The waterfall at least covered her smell, even if she was fussed over later, no one would recognize what happened. Everything could continue without worry and none would even dream that she might have betrayed her own morals.
There were things she could say to help him along, but her voice still felt rough in her throat, pressed on both sides by Daemon. Instead, he might hear her small moans as her body settled back into itself, as awareness slowly filtered back from the high of it all, though she was still tight and clenched around him.]
[ He doesn't even need her cries and screams to know that she's shattering for him, her body tells him such with the way she can't continue to work herself, the way she arches, and most especially the way she tighens and grips him as he continues to thrust into her.
He bends over her a little, his hand leaving her clit and skirts to find his own secure purchase against the rocks so his mouth can find the shoulder still bare to him. Teeth nip sharply at her skin before he gives a dark sound. The banter, the pace, and how she's still tight around him, gripping him, milking him like her body knows he's so close, does him in and instead of letting out a low growled groan, he can't help mark her shoulder in his pleasure. She's going to have to be careful with what she wears for a few days, but he doesn't care too much as he fills her for the second time this afternoon.
It's only after he's done, finally starting to go soft inside her, panted breaths against wet skin from sweat and the water, that he nuzzles her skin gently and starts to stand back up. The hand at her throat is gentle as he eases her to stand back up, though he still hasn't slipped from her body. No, he's staying inside her for a moment, lingering in this feeling, this connection they're sharing. And well, it keeps that seed locked deep inside her a little while longer. ] I do hope my Queen is well sated for this afternoon. Or does she need more still? I'm sure her dragon can acquest if she gives him a moment to catch his breath. [ His words are purred with a laziness that befits what they've just done. If they were in the keep, near a bed, he'd love nothing more than to roll them into it to rest for a moment. Here, there's no where to rest. And they do eventually need to get back.
[She pressed her brow to the back of her hands, still perched on the stones. He had released her throat but given a sharper bite in return. What little breath she had managed to catch left her again. Now she was dragging in a bigger lungful of air, struggling between the high that still lingered, along with him inside her, and the reality that was creeping back in. She had managed to shut off her mind for so long that now it was demanding to be let back into her consciousness. A moment longer, she did not wish to feel guilt just yet.
He was lazy and basking, but she knew how much time she had stolen. Even if all others didn't think the worst, Ser Criston would worry and ignore her command to stay behind. He might even suspect something, which she couldn't bear. She had no wish to disappoint him, as she knew she would. Nor could her children remain so long in the heat. Gods, she should have considered them before this reckless pursuit.
She slipped him from her, glancing quickly at her palms before brushing at her hair. The spray made her hair damp, simply enough to catch any stray hairs that might have fallen from her snood. They needed to hurry but she couldn't risk one facet of her appearance to be out of sorts. The sharpest eye might see it and gossip would follow. She would rather die than humiliate her father and family.]
Tie up my dress. [She hadn't answered his soft words, but hadn't returned to full distance either. The mask was still off, the shield still to the side. Instead, he could better see how fast her mind worked as she sorted out a potential political calamity. She glanced around the ground, first picking up the ribbon that had held her stocking in place before finding a small collection of stones on the ground. As her stocking was already loose, she removed it and dragged the top of her bare foot over the stones, cutting them in ragged lines. She bit her lower lip, wincing a little at the pain.
She pulled off her shoe and sat on the ground, looking up at him. She trusted him with this part of the deception, not believing she could manage it completely.]
My ankle needs to be bruised and swollen. [She watched him, curious if he'd be disgusted by how far she'd go to cover their actions.] I need you to help me.
[ He knew that she was sharp, tactful, and witty. However, he does love being able to see her in action, watching her mind work things out even as they linger a little in the feel of what they'd just finished doing. A soft sound leaves him at the loss of her body around him, but that is answer enough. As she fixes her hair, he'll tuck himself away and lace up his pants.
There's no hesitance at the command that follows, to tie her up. His hands settle at her front for a moment, and at first it might seem like he's going to tease or play with her breasts, but instead while he does touch, he settles them properly back into her gown before carefully pulling her dress back into place so he can tie her up. Attention to detail, fixing her so it won't look like the top of her dress was ever loosened. There is the softest kiss to the bitten shoulder before it's hidden underneath the shoulder of her dress and it is then tied with almost the same precision of a maid tying up her mistress.
He watches her cut her foot on the stones, seeing where her mind had taken what they would use as an excuse to cover their actions and why it had taken so long to return. He moves to kneel at her feet, hand catching her foot though after a moment he shifts slightly so his shoulder is near her head. Shifting his shirt a little, he offers her flesh. ] Bite. It will not be pleasant.
[ He doesn't wait too long for her to follow instructions either, expecting her to follow directions to muffle any sounds of pain she might give. His hands grip her ankle, hands squeezing her carefully but in a strong grip. It's a quick motion of his hands that twists it. Though after a moment he'll shift his hands a little not to twist again but in a bruising enough grip to mark the mark of hands and make it more look like she caught on a root or a vine and it wrapped around her and twisted it. Once done, he'll rest it very carefully over his knee to elevate it, any bite she may have done to his shoulder taken with a low intake of breath because the pain is nothing compared to what he's had her do to her ankle. ] Tripped on the wet rocks or boar surprised us?
[There was a chance a maester might see through such a trick, but it had to be weathered in stride. If that came about, she would think of another means to protect her reputation. Daemon had at least not hesitated to help her, managing a part that she might have waivered in, had it been left completely to her. When he twisted and bruised her ankle, she hadn't bitten him, instead tearing at her lip. Worrying the skin herself and digging her teeth into it would lower the fullness of her lips. Her flush might well go down, both sources of pain turning her pale.
Her ankle was quick to swell and her flesh started to turn into a more appropriate color for such an accident. Any defect in her appearance would be ignored in the face of an injury. The grime and scrapes on her hands, the dampness of her dress and the sweat could be better explained. It merely meant that she had to sacrifice the rest of the hunt and remain surrounded by the ladies of court. A momentary annoyance, but there was a price for stepping too far from her morality.
It was agony to move, but all the better. She would not have been able to fake such a thing.]
The rocks are slippery. [She glanced around them, at least his own state was better explained as well.] We were forced to wait a moment for my ankle to heal, but as you see, it was badly twisted.
[ There was a chance the Maester might question it, but at the same time, the second round of bruising left it looking quite believable. Especially here where it's wet, slippery, and there are some vines around the area and in the water. There's also the fact that Viserys wouldn't question or look to close himself, more concerned for his wife's safety and the assurance that she'd be okay given rest and elevation of the ankle.
Truthfully, while the bruising and swelling look bad, the pain itself should fade in a day or so, he had tried to be gentle even in twisting it. It's his grip on her skin and the muscles that left it looking so bad.
Reaching, he runs a gentle thumb across her lower lip where she's worried and bit it so it's such a sight. ] Glutton for pain, my Queen, even when offered a reprieve of it in little ways. [ It's not chastising or surprised, but there's a softness to the words that says he was trying to save her some pain. To offer a shoulder, literally, to help with what she would have to go through.
Kneeling as he is, the knees and lower portions of his pants are now grime covered, and he shifts to settle the stocking and shoe in her lap before lifting her into his arms. ] Are you ready to go back? Or do you need a minute more to take a breath? [ She feels slight and little, even with the gown she wore, in his arms, legs up and over his arm to keep her foot elevated as he could while carrying her. ]
And no, we're not going to have you limp back to the entourage. There's nothing you can threaten to have me set you down verses carrying you back injured.
[She didn't push his hand away as he ran his thumb over her lip, but lowered her gaze instead. They had been bent over each other, but she was still hesitant to look at him with such a gentle gesture. Was she a glutton for pain? She had never once protested wherever her father sent her. She lower her guard against Rhaenyra when it should have been clear things could not return to normal. Now she was being pinned against rocks and being taken roughly out of a...what? Passing moment of madness? It may well be she was a glutton. It was difficult to truly argue with that.
He's quicker than she is and gathers her up in his arms before she can push him away. He was right, she was intending to limp back, if only to make her ankle swell all the more. Viserys wouldn't protest this action as much as others might, but it still felt unseemly, given all that had happened. Without control, she could only be lifted up with a sputter of protest. Little else would stop this.
Perhaps truthfully, she didn't want to walk back so far with a bloodied ankle.]
[ There's a gentle kiss to her temple and he can't help but smile at him winning this at least. Though he'd noticed that lowering of her eyes, the way she sent from wonton and commanding him to claim her, to now barely able to look at him. He hadn't meant it as an introspective way, but more, that she liked pain with her pleasure.
Though he might have hit a little of a nail on the head with her some too. Unintentionally. But no, he's not letting her walk back on an injured ankle. First and foremost, even if he hadn't been the one to give it to her, he'd have insisted on carrying her. He's not one to let a woman suffer in pain. ]
No choice at all. But you can ride back with Helaena and I'll guide your horse back with me. You won't be bale to ride with the ankle like this either.
[It was far from his words that left her unable to meet his gaze. Instead, it was the hint of shame and uncertainty. A gentle touch was a bit difficult to process after all they had done, where there had been no real gentleness there. It made the moment more tangible and real. She couldn't simply ignore it when it was brought back to her in that moment.
It wasn't the foot that would honestly keep her from riding, but it made a convenient excuse. She couldn't explain being sore or bruised otherwise. A cushion, her feet up and maybe some wine to clear her mind. It seemed far better than a saddle so soon after. It mean, however, Ser Criston would be left with Daemon for company, which was unwise for multiple reasons. He was about to see her carried by Daemon, there would likely be affronted feelings.]
I know. [Aegon would likely want to ride with Daemon, but the idea was not a good one. Without her there, both Ser Criston and Daemon already assertive men, she didn't want the further presence of her son to make matters into a rivalry.] Aegon should stay with me as well.
[ He would be a little curious about that feeling shame and uncertainty, but it's not his nature. And this is new to both of them. There's still a learning curve on figuring this out. Either way, he'll let her process this as she needs to too.
He's well aware why else she can't ride, but he's saving her some by blaming the ankle. Besides, even if she could ride with the ankle, and only the ankle, she shouldn't be. It needs to be elevated with what he did to it so it won't swell too much more. Hurt enough not to walk, hurt enough to take the rest of the afternoon with the ladies of court, but well enough to be able to limp around the keep at least in a few days. If she stayed off it.
There's a small bow of his head. at her assertion that Aegon should stay with her and Helaena. ] If he pouts, we can tell him he needs to use that dragon toy of his to guard you and his sister on the way home. It should lessen any sadness of not riding back with me, because he gets to be strong and a knight to his queen mother.
[ Give the boy a job, make him a hero for his mother and sister. Because as much as he'd enjoy having Aegon ride with him, he's well aware this will leave him alone with her knight, and neither like each other. So he gets it and wouldn't want to put Aegon in the middle of that. This also lets her escape any questioning glances Criston might try to throw at her. ]
[When they returned, Ser Criston was quick to dart to her, as did the various other servants. There was a hint of a struggle between Ser Criston and Daemon for who would carry her, but given that he didn't want to jostle her, Ser Criston held back. She offered a sympathetic look, but there were so many others swarming around that there was little room to meet his eyes.
There was a rush to gather up everything and herding the nurse to the wheelhouse. Helaena didn't seem too bothered, but Aegon fussed quite a bit. First, she was settled inside, placed on her seat with her foot put up. A few brief reassuring words to Aegon and giving him his dragon toy again, he was less bothered by not riding the horse again.
With Helaena and the nurse settled, the door was shut before Alicent could even look back at Daemon. With one sweep, it seemed as if the matter was done and it was time to return to reality.]
[ It took almost everything not to actually growl at the knight when Ser Criston had tried to take Alicent from his arms. But he's also happy that he doesn't have to give her up until he's helping her settle in the wheelhouse, as best he can before her servants and nurse take over to get her settled as was their place more than his.
He's also glad the suggestion about giving Aegon a job, protection, had quieted him down, because he could see, as he gathered his horse and the horse Alicent had used so they could head back.
He's watching the wheelhouse as they settle everyone, watching Alicent some as the door is closed. He knows that there's no getting close to her now that they're back to being surrounded by everyone. But the feel of her still lingered in his head, under his hands, on his body. He knew it would for days to come, dreams to fester as he watched her quietly from afar. Biding his time, because as they returned to reality, he's not sure things would ever go back to what had been normal.
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Date: 2022-11-12 06:55 pm (UTC)This position was lewd and wanton, but felt so good. She would never say so, but she liked being fucked this way. Words may not show it, but her body did, from how hard and sensitive her nipples were, to how wet she was between her legs. She could feel where he entered her with the hand he guided to her sex. He would feel the tips of her fingers near his cock as she worked herself under his guidance. She was still so tender and very needy.
His hand around her throat is sudden, but there is no fear. The pressure feels like another taunt. It's almost an encouragement to continue teasing him, to see what he'd do, if she could push him as much as he's pushing her. She can feel the strength of his hand and leans her neck more against. Her voice was ragged, sharp and hard to hear, but there was a dare to her words and almost a reckless glee to her voice. Punish her, yes, she wanted to see him try.]
I will forget this as soon as it's over. [Sheβs panting each word, breaking off to cry out at each thrust, not holding back or showing any decorum.] I will see you're banished from court and sent to the Eyrie. You are too bold with your queen.
[As soon as his hand tightens, her hand slides harshly against the rocks, her cry of pleasure breaking under the pressure at her windpipe. She slams back against him, almost forgetting the game as she screamed:] Yes, there! Don't stop, don't come yet. Please, please keep going. More! [She didn't want to stop, didn't want time to stop them. She wanted this, wanted to be taken again and again until she was too sore to move or ride her horse. What time matter anymore? She was so tempted to send the entire entourage away, if only she could be well and truly fucked.
There was a streak of blood where the stone had scraped her hand. Good, it added to her lie. He was so relentless and her body wanted release so badly, but she obstinatly refused, drawing this out longer and longer. She wasn't done yet, not with this and not now.]
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Date: 2022-11-12 09:06 pm (UTC)Not even so she can cry foul for the potential bruising at her hip, against her thighs, the light redness at her throat, the bite to her breast. But because it pushes her higher and he's happy to give it to her, a groan every time her fingertips brush his cock as he fucks in and out of her. There's something delicious in knowing she's working herself too, even with protesting, threatening, her fingers work with his to push her pleasure higher, faster, harder. All things that that only showed exactly what she wanted, craved. And from him. ]
I am everything my Queen needs. [ The words are growled as his hips push faster, his fingers quicken their work on her clit, there may even be the smallest slip of his blunt nails against the very sensitive nub, adding more pain to her pleasure as his hand tightens just a little more. Nothing that would stop her air or her cries as she begs him to give her more, but enough she might have the faintest mark of a hand at her throat if he's not releasing it soon. ] She needs to be filled properly, to be given pleasure in abundance, to know she's desired above all and everyone. She needs a dragon to mark her, inside and out, to give her sharp claws and teeth to make her come. Doesn't she! [ It's not a question, more a statement as he slams himself into her, fucking her harder as blunt nails at her throat also prick her skin a little.
Fuck, he could spend all day here, fucking her every which way. Enjoying her body, learning everything that caused her to cry out, scream for him. And then stripping her bare and drawing her into the water, only to fuck her in the water again, wet and sippery and even more rocks and scrapes to mark her back and the pleasure he'd give her. Never stopping until they were both too exhausted to move, to even make it back to the festivities. ] Only your dragon can give this to you, only your dragon knows how rough you really love it, doesn't he. Scream for him, my Queen. Let the water hide how good it feels to be his, to be filled, to be made to come again and again.
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Date: 2022-11-12 10:09 pm (UTC)It was surreal, a feeling she hadn't expected, especially on the heels of two before. It left her quiet as she waited for sound to return, for the high of it all to disappear. It was lasting longer this time. Her body sore, bruised and cut. The waterfall at least covered her smell, even if she was fussed over later, no one would recognize what happened. Everything could continue without worry and none would even dream that she might have betrayed her own morals.
There were things she could say to help him along, but her voice still felt rough in her throat, pressed on both sides by Daemon. Instead, he might hear her small moans as her body settled back into itself, as awareness slowly filtered back from the high of it all, though she was still tight and clenched around him.]
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Date: 2022-11-12 10:21 pm (UTC)He bends over her a little, his hand leaving her clit and skirts to find his own secure purchase against the rocks so his mouth can find the shoulder still bare to him. Teeth nip sharply at her skin before he gives a dark sound. The banter, the pace, and how she's still tight around him, gripping him, milking him like her body knows he's so close, does him in and instead of letting out a low growled groan, he can't help mark her shoulder in his pleasure. She's going to have to be careful with what she wears for a few days, but he doesn't care too much as he fills her for the second time this afternoon.
It's only after he's done, finally starting to go soft inside her, panted breaths against wet skin from sweat and the water, that he nuzzles her skin gently and starts to stand back up. The hand at her throat is gentle as he eases her to stand back up, though he still hasn't slipped from her body. No, he's staying inside her for a moment, lingering in this feeling, this connection they're sharing. And well, it keeps that seed locked deep inside her a little while longer. ] I do hope my Queen is well sated for this afternoon. Or does she need more still? I'm sure her dragon can acquest if she gives him a moment to catch his breath. [ His words are purred with a laziness that befits what they've just done. If they were in the keep, near a bed, he'd love nothing more than to roll them into it to rest for a moment. Here, there's no where to rest. And they do eventually need to get back.
At some point. ]
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Date: 2022-11-12 10:48 pm (UTC)He was lazy and basking, but she knew how much time she had stolen. Even if all others didn't think the worst, Ser Criston would worry and ignore her command to stay behind. He might even suspect something, which she couldn't bear. She had no wish to disappoint him, as she knew she would. Nor could her children remain so long in the heat. Gods, she should have considered them before this reckless pursuit.
She slipped him from her, glancing quickly at her palms before brushing at her hair. The spray made her hair damp, simply enough to catch any stray hairs that might have fallen from her snood. They needed to hurry but she couldn't risk one facet of her appearance to be out of sorts. The sharpest eye might see it and gossip would follow. She would rather die than humiliate her father and family.]
Tie up my dress. [She hadn't answered his soft words, but hadn't returned to full distance either. The mask was still off, the shield still to the side. Instead, he could better see how fast her mind worked as she sorted out a potential political calamity. She glanced around the ground, first picking up the ribbon that had held her stocking in place before finding a small collection of stones on the ground. As her stocking was already loose, she removed it and dragged the top of her bare foot over the stones, cutting them in ragged lines. She bit her lower lip, wincing a little at the pain.
She pulled off her shoe and sat on the ground, looking up at him. She trusted him with this part of the deception, not believing she could manage it completely.]
My ankle needs to be bruised and swollen. [She watched him, curious if he'd be disgusted by how far she'd go to cover their actions.] I need you to help me.
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Date: 2022-11-12 11:27 pm (UTC)There's no hesitance at the command that follows, to tie her up. His hands settle at her front for a moment, and at first it might seem like he's going to tease or play with her breasts, but instead while he does touch, he settles them properly back into her gown before carefully pulling her dress back into place so he can tie her up. Attention to detail, fixing her so it won't look like the top of her dress was ever loosened. There is the softest kiss to the bitten shoulder before it's hidden underneath the shoulder of her dress and it is then tied with almost the same precision of a maid tying up her mistress.
He watches her cut her foot on the stones, seeing where her mind had taken what they would use as an excuse to cover their actions and why it had taken so long to return. He moves to kneel at her feet, hand catching her foot though after a moment he shifts slightly so his shoulder is near her head. Shifting his shirt a little, he offers her flesh. ] Bite. It will not be pleasant.
[ He doesn't wait too long for her to follow instructions either, expecting her to follow directions to muffle any sounds of pain she might give. His hands grip her ankle, hands squeezing her carefully but in a strong grip. It's a quick motion of his hands that twists it. Though after a moment he'll shift his hands a little not to twist again but in a bruising enough grip to mark the mark of hands and make it more look like she caught on a root or a vine and it wrapped around her and twisted it. Once done, he'll rest it very carefully over his knee to elevate it, any bite she may have done to his shoulder taken with a low intake of breath because the pain is nothing compared to what he's had her do to her ankle. ] Tripped on the wet rocks or boar surprised us?
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Date: 2022-11-12 11:44 pm (UTC)Her ankle was quick to swell and her flesh started to turn into a more appropriate color for such an accident. Any defect in her appearance would be ignored in the face of an injury. The grime and scrapes on her hands, the dampness of her dress and the sweat could be better explained. It merely meant that she had to sacrifice the rest of the hunt and remain surrounded by the ladies of court. A momentary annoyance, but there was a price for stepping too far from her morality.
It was agony to move, but all the better. She would not have been able to fake such a thing.]
The rocks are slippery. [She glanced around them, at least his own state was better explained as well.] We were forced to wait a moment for my ankle to heal, but as you see, it was badly twisted.
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Date: 2022-11-13 12:01 am (UTC)Truthfully, while the bruising and swelling look bad, the pain itself should fade in a day or so, he had tried to be gentle even in twisting it. It's his grip on her skin and the muscles that left it looking so bad.
Reaching, he runs a gentle thumb across her lower lip where she's worried and bit it so it's such a sight. ] Glutton for pain, my Queen, even when offered a reprieve of it in little ways. [ It's not chastising or surprised, but there's a softness to the words that says he was trying to save her some pain. To offer a shoulder, literally, to help with what she would have to go through.
Kneeling as he is, the knees and lower portions of his pants are now grime covered, and he shifts to settle the stocking and shoe in her lap before lifting her into his arms. ] Are you ready to go back? Or do you need a minute more to take a breath? [ She feels slight and little, even with the gown she wore, in his arms, legs up and over his arm to keep her foot elevated as he could while carrying her. ]
And no, we're not going to have you limp back to the entourage. There's nothing you can threaten to have me set you down verses carrying you back injured.
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Date: 2022-11-13 12:10 am (UTC)He's quicker than she is and gathers her up in his arms before she can push him away. He was right, she was intending to limp back, if only to make her ankle swell all the more. Viserys wouldn't protest this action as much as others might, but it still felt unseemly, given all that had happened. Without control, she could only be lifted up with a sputter of protest. Little else would stop this.
Perhaps truthfully, she didn't want to walk back so far with a bloodied ankle.]
It seems you give me little choice.
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Date: 2022-11-13 01:12 am (UTC)Though he might have hit a little of a nail on the head with her some too. Unintentionally. But no, he's not letting her walk back on an injured ankle. First and foremost, even if he hadn't been the one to give it to her, he'd have insisted on carrying her. He's not one to let a woman suffer in pain. ]
No choice at all. But you can ride back with Helaena and I'll guide your horse back with me. You won't be bale to ride with the ankle like this either.
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Date: 2022-11-13 01:40 am (UTC)It wasn't the foot that would honestly keep her from riding, but it made a convenient excuse. She couldn't explain being sore or bruised otherwise. A cushion, her feet up and maybe some wine to clear her mind. It seemed far better than a saddle so soon after. It mean, however, Ser Criston would be left with Daemon for company, which was unwise for multiple reasons. He was about to see her carried by Daemon, there would likely be affronted feelings.]
I know. [Aegon would likely want to ride with Daemon, but the idea was not a good one. Without her there, both Ser Criston and Daemon already assertive men, she didn't want the further presence of her son to make matters into a rivalry.] Aegon should stay with me as well.
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Date: 2022-11-13 02:10 am (UTC)He's well aware why else she can't ride, but he's saving her some by blaming the ankle. Besides, even if she could ride with the ankle, and only the ankle, she shouldn't be. It needs to be elevated with what he did to it so it won't swell too much more. Hurt enough not to walk, hurt enough to take the rest of the afternoon with the ladies of court, but well enough to be able to limp around the keep at least in a few days. If she stayed off it.
There's a small bow of his head. at her assertion that Aegon should stay with her and Helaena. ] If he pouts, we can tell him he needs to use that dragon toy of his to guard you and his sister on the way home. It should lessen any sadness of not riding back with me, because he gets to be strong and a knight to his queen mother.
[ Give the boy a job, make him a hero for his mother and sister. Because as much as he'd enjoy having Aegon ride with him, he's well aware this will leave him alone with her knight, and neither like each other. So he gets it and wouldn't want to put Aegon in the middle of that. This also lets her escape any questioning glances Criston might try to throw at her. ]
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Date: 2022-11-14 10:43 pm (UTC)There was a rush to gather up everything and herding the nurse to the wheelhouse. Helaena didn't seem too bothered, but Aegon fussed quite a bit. First, she was settled inside, placed on her seat with her foot put up. A few brief reassuring words to Aegon and giving him his dragon toy again, he was less bothered by not riding the horse again.
With Helaena and the nurse settled, the door was shut before Alicent could even look back at Daemon. With one sweep, it seemed as if the matter was done and it was time to return to reality.]
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Date: 2022-11-14 11:05 pm (UTC)He's also glad the suggestion about giving Aegon a job, protection, had quieted him down, because he could see, as he gathered his horse and the horse Alicent had used so they could head back.
He's watching the wheelhouse as they settle everyone, watching Alicent some as the door is closed. He knows that there's no getting close to her now that they're back to being surrounded by everyone. But the feel of her still lingered in his head, under his hands, on his body. He knew it would for days to come, dreams to fester as he watched her quietly from afar. Biding his time, because as they returned to reality, he's not sure things would ever go back to what had been normal.
Not for him. Or her, if he could help it. ]