Brothel AU for draconita

[darotisentys]

[It's only been a day, but he is anxious to get back to her. He won't say he's desperate to go to the brothel, because that's not the case. He would want her no matter where he found her.

The brothel is it, however, and once he's gathered with his men and orders given for the day, meals taken and a bath, he manages to sneak out once more and go to where he knows he'll find her.

His Alys.

He doesn't take his time. He's at the door as soon as he can and enters as quietly as possible, not wanting to draw a scene. He doesn't stop until he's found her.]

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[draconita]

[ The guards keeping watch over the entry to her tower don't give any sign of acknowledging his presence; mechanically, they simply stand aside to grant him entrance.

It's quiet, in the tower.

The woman in question is seated in front of her vanity, combing her long hair and humming. She has closed her eyes, looking calm and absorbed in the task, dressed only in a light nightgown. A pretty, peaceful picture. ]

[darotisentys]

[He likes the quiet. And the peacefulness presented to him. Almost as if it's his natural element.

He steps closer to the chair, making no effort to hide his footsteps.]

May I?

[draconita]

[ When she opens her eyes, it's to find his through the reflection in the mirror, a knowing little smile making itself seen. ]

You're late.

[darotisentys]

I came when I could.

[He holds out a hand to take the brush from her.]

[draconita]

[ Which she'll relent, content with simply watching his face. ]

You look tired.

[darotisentys]

It has been a long day.

[He moves with a practiced hand, slowly running the bristles through her hair, gently but effectively.]

And you, Alys?

[draconita]

All is well with me.

[ The motions seem t relax her, although her eyes remain clear and set on him. ]

Have you eaten? I will send for a servant if there's anything you require.

[darotisentys]

I require only you.

[After several minutes, he hands the brush back to her and kneels beside the chair.]

I could not wait to see you again.

[draconita]

[ The comb is discarded without much of a thought as she twists her body to face him, both hands reaching to cup his face.

She leans down, a little, without yet kissing him. ]

You missed me.

[darotisentys]

Of course.

[It's whispered, with a slight smile.]

How could I not?

[draconita]

Very easily, if you so desired it.

[ A slight kiss, then, barely a caress. ]

[darotisentys]

I do not.

[He almost lets her get away before capturing her lips again.]

I missed you most ardently.

[draconita]

[ She's smiling as she allows him to have this, love-starved boy that he is.

Her hands slide off his face so she may embrace him, rewarding him with the playful tease of her tongue. ]

[darotisentys]

[He returns the kiss in kind, leaning in toward her.]

Now. Did you miss me?

[draconita]

I was too curious to miss you.

[ Honesty is a rare thing in a brothel, though he may as well not take her word for it. ]

Although I hoped you would come, for I did want to see you again.

[darotisentys]

Curious about what?

[His eye searches her face.]

I am glad for that.

[draconita]

Noble lordlings are always eager to sate their curiosity and fulfill theirs whims, but novelty wears off quickly when there's younger, eager girls around to play to their pride.

So I was curious to see if that would be the case with you. I dared to think that it wouldn't... and here you.

[darotisentys]

If I wanted one of the other girls I would have them. They do not interest me.

[He cups her face in his hands.]

They do not have your eyes.

[draconita]

[ A slight blush betrays her, despite how composed she seems to be, holding his gaze with a calm, collected gaze. ]

Witch's eyes, the men like to say.

[darotisentys]

A witch? Perhaps you have cast a spell on me. You are beguiling.

[draconita]

My prince, I would not dare.

[ How soft, how compelling does her voice accentuates that my. ]

[darotisentys]

No? How would I know if you had?

[He leans into kiss her again, softly.]

[draconita]

My dragon, [ A small thing, punctuated by the words she whispers. ] you are too mighty, how could I manage?

[ Her fingers, burying themselves in his hair, nails dragging lightly along his scalp. ]

I'm helpless, against you.

[darotisentys]

[He almost laughs.]

I doubt you are helpless against anyone, let alone me.

[draconita]

Almost made you laugh, though.

[ Cheeky thing, this Alys Rivers. Coy and dark one moment, playful and light on the next. ]

[darotisentys]

Is that your intention, then, to see me happy?

[He takes her hand and draws her up with him to a standing position.]

Would you truly care?

[draconita]

The world is dark and cold.

[ She follows, arms soon moving to embrace his waist. ]

If you can share a laugh with someone, why wouldn't you?

[ Those eyes, clear and knowing and locked on him. ]

Joy softens you. Why not take joy from it? Why not care?

[darotisentys]

Caring is vulnerability.

[Weakness. He can't stand that,]

What good does it do anyone to feel softly?

[draconita]

Suppose not much at all.

Easier to search for comfort in a brothel. Safer, certainly.

[darotisentys]

[His jaw clenches.]

Clearly, then, I am wasting my time.

[draconita]

Stop that.

[ A hand cupping his chin, lowering his face to hers. ]

You crave what you crave. You're here. You can allow yourself this moment you made for yourself with me, without lashing out and letting anger get the best of you.

[darotisentys]

[It's not entirely anger that's getting to him, but the thought of the embarrassment he may face if word gets out.]

I asked you to help me. Will you?

[draconita]

Depends.

[ A soft kiss, to soothe, to put things behind. ]

Will you make me lay in the ground again?

[darotisentys]

[He is mollified, for now.]

This time, we can use the bed.

[draconita]

[ For now. ]

Then take me to bed, sweet boy, and all you want will be given.

[darotisentys]

[He's still at the point where he isn't sure what he wants to be given, but he'll lead her over to the bed all the same. Have her sit on the edge while he removes his boots. It's a start.]

[draconita]

[ While he does that, Alys simply makes herself comfortable, crawling until she can set herself up against the multitude of soft pillows.

Watching him, when he turns, hands resting over her stomach until she extends ones towards him, palm up.

A silent invitation. ]

[darotisentys]

[He takes her hand and scoots up next to her, resting at her side propped up on an elbow. He's watching her just as closely.]

Will you enjoy any of this?

[draconita]

[ She cups his cheek, humming softly with a little smile. ]

It's not often something like this falls into my lap.

[darotisentys]

A wounded prince?

[draconita]

A wounded boy.

[ What use have titles in bed? Behind close doors, it is always man and woman. ]

They have made you sad.

[darotisentys]

I did that. I have... regret.

[He looks down at the sheets at that, shying away from her touch.]

[draconita]

That's good.

[ She goes after him, lips upon the crown on his head. ]

If you have regret, it means your heart hasn't gone to stone.

[darotisentys]

[He swallows thickly.]

I cannot make it go away.

[draconita]

[ Silence.

Slowly, then, the pull of her hands, nudging him towards the comfort of her chest. ]

Blood spilled is not so easy to wash away.

[darotisentys]

[She is warm and inviting and for the moment, this just might be what he needs. He rests his head against her breasts and wraps his arms around her. And then he simply breathes.]

[draconita]

[ Long fingers, threading through his hair.

She hums then, allowing him his silence, his comfort. Alys knows. The entire kingdom knows.

But he is just a boy; a wild, proud thing, given blood and power. ]

[darotisentys]

[It's a long time before he makes to move. He raises his head to press a kiss against her lips, soft and gentle. Something of a silent thanks.]

[draconita]

[ The madam smiles, kissing back his forehead. ]

Better?

[darotisentys]

For now.

[His fingers play along the top edge of her nightgown, knuckles stroking the skin along her collarbones.]

[draconita]

Good boy.

[ A finger, trailing down the scar on his cheek as she lets him be. Curious she may be, but the madam is nothing but patient. And besides: tonight is for him. His times, his needs. ]

[darotisentys]

Take this off.

[It's said quietly, but firmly. An order of sorts. He takes his hands away from her so she can obey.]

[draconita]

[ The expression on her face doesn't change. Quietly, calmly, Alys Rivers stands atop her bed, looking down at the boy prince with a growing, secret little smile.

It is easy to pull on the sash, to let the fine fabric spread open, to let it fall from her shoulders. Alys Rivers, with her full, heavy breasts, her wide hips.

Madam Rivers, falling down without a sound, straddling his hips, looking as comfortably as a cat sitting there. ]

[darotisentys]

[He watches the entire spectacle as if in a trance, only recovering himself when she lands in his lap. His hands immediately reach up to cup her breasts, thumbs tracing over her nipples with purpose. His lips find her throat, sucking at the warm spot on her neck.]

[draconita]

[ A gasp leaves her then, followed by a soft, deep hum. Blindly, dexterously, her hands move over his chest, undoing his buttons at a slow, steady pace. She is mindful, even in giving him what he wants, to give him space and time to adjust...

But oh, he is sweet and young and at her mercy, so the little roll of her hips, she cannot help. ]

[darotisentys]

[A groan escapes him at the movement and his hands slide down her sides to grasp at her hips, fingers digging into her skin. Whether he wants to stop her or have her continue is as yet undecided. His mouth replaces his hands at her breast, tonguing the soft flesh eagerly.]

[draconita]

[ A proper moan escapes her then, hands stilling as her back arches, eyes fluttering close. ]

Sweetling.

[ Another pointed roll, a hand flying to the back of his face to push him against her. A terrible weak point, so often neglected, but oh his mouth is sweet, and eager, and she wants to lose herself in it. ]

[darotisentys]

[The moan spurs him on, hands stroking up and down her thighs while his mouth continues to please her. He himself is pleased to know he seems to be doing an adequate job.

Slowly, he lays her onto her back, bringing her legs up and over his own.]

[draconita]

[ A soft little cry, melting into a little pout, her eyes big and bright and reproachful as she gazes up at him, spread and flushed. ]

Sweetling, undress for me, let me feel you.

[darotisentys]

[He presses a kiss beside each big, beautiful eye. A hand reaches down between her legs, fingers stroking at her wetness.]

Not today.

[draconita]

[ A gasp, for she is wet, eager for this boy as she hasn't been for a lover in a long, long time. For truly, what kind of man delays his pleasure -or finds any- in pushing a whore's first?

How ridiculous, how stupid. ]

Aemond.

[ How helpless it leaves her. ]

[darotisentys]

Mm?

[His fingers continue to toy with her, thumb rubbing against her core as he inserts a digit inside her.]

[draconita]

[ She opens her mouth to berate him, but a cry spills out instead. A hand moves to grab his wrist, but all it manages is to claw helplessly at his sleeve, hips bucking into his finger, desperate for more friction. ]

More - give me one more, I beg of you...!

[darotisentys]

As you wish.

[He smiles, adding a second finger to his first, pushing in and out of her in rhythmic fashion.]

Are you a good girl?

[draconita]

[ She's practically purring, hips moving with practiced ease to meet the movements of her fingers. Ah, he's coy. A pretty little thing, unwinding little by little before her. ]

So good, just for you.

[ A hand moves to grasp her own breast, massaging it and teasing it while her eyes rest on his. ]

Only you, my dragon.

[darotisentys]

[His eye wanders from hers, to her fondling her breast and back again.]

Only me. I like that. Do you like this?

[draconita]

[ A hurried nod, eyes fluttering close once more. There's a shine working itself over her skin, her paleness replaced by a growing, healthy blush. ]

Faster

[darotisentys]

[Faster is what she asks for. Instead, he stops, withdrawing his fingers from her altogether. Head tilted, watching her curiously.]

[draconita]

[ She gaps, a pitiful whine soon following.

Panting, she props herself up on her arms, closing her legs as she nudges him with a foot. ]

You are a wicked thing.

[darotisentys]

Shh.

[He backs up a little, hands pushing her legs apart again. This time he lowers his head to start pleasing her again with his tongue.]

[draconita]

[ Baffled, startled-- Madam Rivers falls back into her bed with a cry, her body tensing with the renewed waves of her pleasure.

Wicked thing, clever tongue; a hand reaches for his head, threading through his locks while her hips resume their rolling. ]

[darotisentys]

[He is eager in this as well, tongue darting in and out of her, tasting her. He pays special attention to her sweet spot, sucking and licking his way around it.]

[draconita]

Aemond, sweetling--

[ When release hits her, it catches her unaware; the stuttering of her hips, the tension arching her back, overtaking her body. Her fingers can't help themselves from pushing him towards her, towards the wave of warm, fresh arousal making a mess of her.

Alys Rivers, crying out his name as she comes, her voice sweet, vulnerable. Not a trace of the madam, laying open and helpless at his mercy. ]

[darotisentys]

[It's music to his ears, to hear her cry out for him. His manipulations continue as each wave hits her, drinking her in. When all is finally calm, he leans back on his knees, looking every bit of the cat who ate the canary.]

Tell me how you feel.

[draconita]

Aflame.

[ Her face nuzzles into her pillow, eager for any sort of soft stimulus.

Her hands move over her body, threading lightly. The lovely legs, the wide hips; the gentle curve of her waist, the swell of her breasts. Alys hums, holding herself. ]

What you give me... Such gentle fire.

[darotisentys]

[He strokes her legs gently, tracing his fingers over her skin.]

How long has it been since you felt this way?

[draconita]

... I can't remember.

[ The Riverlands know rain, they know cold. And the sweetness of summer, it comes and goes so fast. It rarely reaches her tower. ]

[darotisentys]

[He shifts and moves up to lay beside her, taking her in his arms.]

I am glad I could give it to you again.

[draconita]

[ She curls against him, pliant and soft as a kitten, her lips raining soft kisses on his neck, the line of his jaw. ]

But you won't allow me to please you tonight...?

[darotisentys]

I am pleased.

[His fingers trace idly across her shoulders.]

You need not worry about me.

[draconita]

... Someone should worry.

[ Soft, sweet words. She kisses the corner of his mouth. ]

[darotisentys]

Perhaps next time.

[Because there will definitely be a next time.]

[draconita]

[ ... Her smile blooms, and she rests her head on his shoulder, pacified. ]

You'll come back.

[darotisentys]

Aye, though I cannot say when, exactly.

[draconita]

I'll be here.

[ A hand resting over his heart. ]

And you'll be careful.

[darotisentys]

As careful as I always am.

[Translation: Not very.]

[draconita]

[ Not at all, she's certain.

Bit oh, she looks at her, and it's almost like begging, almost a reproach, soft hand cupping his cheek. ]

[darotisentys]

[He sighs.]

I will do my best.

[draconita]

... Good boy.

[ Is it relief? Perhaps. But something continues to soften her her eyes, and it is enough. ]

You will stay the night?

[darotisentys]

[That request clearly surprises him.]

I had not planned on it.

[draconita]

I only asked so as to make preparations. The night grows cold; you might as well take your rest here than bother with the trip back.

[ A coy little smile, a little tease. ]

You could send me away, as well, in case you miss your privacy.

[darotisentys]

I should go.

[He's not moving, though.]

Would you stay with me?

[draconita]

If that's what you want, aye.

[ A finger, playfully tapping his nose. ]

I would stay with you.

[darotisentys]

I want to hold you.

[draconita]

[ She laughs then, softly, kissing his temple. ]

You're holding me already, sweetness. Although you are terribly overdressed for bed.

[darotisentys]

I have slept like this before.

[That's how he'd like to stay.]

You may dress again if you wish.

[draconita]

I have slept like this before.

[ Terrible she-cat. ]

Waiting for enemies to burst though our windows, my prince? We could bring your sword to bed as well, if you so desire it.

[darotisentys]

I do not need to sleep with my sword.

[He tightens his arms around her, leaning his head on her chest.]

You are all I want.

[draconita]

And here you have me.

[ It is easy to hear it: the strong, steady beating of her heart. She kisses the crown of his head. ]

For as long as you may need me.

[darotisentys]

[He settles against her and closes his eye, eventually drifting off to a rather peaceful sleep.]

[darotisentys]

[It been over a week since he's visited. Half because of him actually being busy, but also half of him wanting to see if he can stop himself from returning. It turns out he can't.

This night, he finds himself back at the front of the brothel, scanning the area to see if he can find her. As usual, all the other girls are ignored, brushed away as an annoyance. But she's nowhere to be found. He considers that she might be with another customer, growing angry at the thought. He barges his way further in to see where she might be.]

[draconita]

[ Right at the very back, following the cry of a man and the panicked sobs of a few girls that go off running to the safety of the service rooms.

The woman in question stands calmly, flanked by the men usually guarding the doors to her quarters. The dress she is using tonight has been ruined, the skirt damaged and leaving in sight a garter- most likely to keep hidden the bloodied dagger she's holding at the moment, no doubt used to damage one of the two young men's face. ]

You ought to leave soon. Any more of this and your life will be off my hand.

[ A warning they don't deserve, a last kindness from her part. When at last he sees her, she has turned her back on them, clearly bored with the affair already. But men and their bruised egos don't take lightly to a woman's might.

"Fucking old bitch--"

So it's no wonder the maimed lad gets to his feet, quick and vicious, a broken piece of glass raised in his hand with the intent to attack her back. ]

[darotisentys]

[He reaches the scene just as the man makes to lunge at her, glass in hand. He's on the man in seconds, arms around the patron's neck and twisting brutally. He falls to the floor as Aemond stands above him, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He's breathing heavily as he turns, glaring at her guard.]

You cannot even do your fucking job! Take him outside.

[Then he walks to her, inspecting her with his gaze.]

Are you hurt?

[draconita]

[ The loud crack of a neck breaking. By the time her guards have turned, the boy's corpse is already littering the floor, his companion squealing for mercy like a piglet. The madam's amused little smile makes itself seen her her men kneel and beg for apologies until she nods for them to take out the boy and dispose of the corpse.

She puts the dagger back into the garter, walking to him with outstretched hands, a palm pressed against the wild tune of his heartbeat. ]


You have lost weight. And there are bags under your eyes.

[darotisentys]

Are you hurt?

[He repeats, not willing to give up until he has an answer. He doesn't pay attention as the guards remove the body, focussing solely on her. The rest of the people may as well not exist.]

What did he do?

[draconita]

He refused to play nice. And so I scolded him.

[ Her other hand takes his, giving it a little squeeze of reassurance. ]

I am fine. See? Not a scratch on me.

[darotisentys]

[He is immediately relieved, the tension draining from his body. His hand holds hers shakily, as he stands before her now, a tired, simple boy.]

If he had done anything...

[draconita]

He didn't.

[ Her lips, as sweet as her words against his cheek ]

All thanks to you, my sweet one.

[darotisentys]

[He closes his eye, head resting against hers as she leans in. He murmurs in her ear.]

Take me inside.

[draconita]

[ No questions needed. The madam guides him along, away form the bright, suffocating heat of the pleasure room and into the usual quietness of her quarters.

She's holding him as soon as the door closes behind them, her lips soft and soothing on his temple. ]

You came back.

[darotisentys]

[His hands cup her face, gazing into her eyes. He is exhausted and just a little bit haunted.]

I do not feel whole. Make me feel whole.

[draconita]

[ She smiles. Not as the madam nor the whore, but just as Alys, open and warm and just for him, her smaller hands covering his. ]

Everything's alright now. Remember, sweetling? Only good. Nothing can follow you here.

[ She kisses his lips, soft and gentle, sweet-smelling and warm and alive. ]

You've been so good, and so brave. Come to bed with me, my heart. Lay your head on my lap, so I may comfort you.

[darotisentys]

[He nods, allowing her to lead him to the bed. He sits, taking his boots off, before curling up beside her, head in her lap. Just like she said.]

Make it go away.

[He echoes his first visit, asking her to do the impossible. It’s not the killing. It’s that it doesn’t bother him anymore.]

[draconita]

Hush, sweet boy.

[ Deft fingers threading through his hair. Her voice melts into a soft, wordless tune,the melody sweet if a little sad, low and comforting.

Nothing else breaks the quietness of the room. There is only Alys Rivers with her soothing hands, her song, and the ever present scent of fresh green things.

No ghosts, no guilt, no haunting realization. ]

[darotisentys]

[He simply rests there, concentrating on the feel of her hands in his hair. He does not fall asleep.

Time goes by quickly and eventually he raises his head, sitting up beside her.]

[draconita]

[ Her eyes are on him, and will her hand, knuckles caressing his cheek. ]

Have you eaten today?

[darotisentys]

Not since this morning.

[He doesn't feel hungry, though.]

I do not need to eat.

[draconita]

You must certainly do.

[ She brings his face to her, to rest their foreheads together. ]

If you won't let me feed you, then you must take what your servants bring to you.

[darotisentys]

I do not have the time or inclination.

[He's not had much of an appetite since he arrived at Harrenhal.]

What would you feed me?

[draconita]

But your sword arm has a very present need for nourishment regardless of your moods.

[ She still finds it in herself to kiss him, unable to be as harsh as she normally would be with others. ]

Let's see... We had mutton pie today, finely seasoned. A generous side of baked vegetables, and plenty of warm bread to go by. There is fresh butter to indulge in as well, and for dessert... I am not sure, but I think there are baked wine apples still. If not, I'll make some myself for your next visit.

[darotisentys]

I can still swing a sword and climb up on Vhagar's back.

[He's a little surprised by the kiss, but doesn't pull away.]

Perhaps some bread.

[draconita]

Just bread?

[ Oh, how clear her eyes look then, how big. How soft the pout, how pleading the voice. ]

[darotisentys]

Some mutton pie, then.

[draconita]

Thank you, my dragon.

[ Another kiss to his temple before she's out of bed, ringing for a servant to give her instructions.

She takes the chance to lift her leg on a stool, moving aside her ruined skirts to take off the garter and the bloodied dagger, wiping the thing and her skin clean with a cloth. ]

[darotisentys]

[He watches her as she cleans up, eyeing the dagger.]

I do not remember that being there before.

[draconita]

Why would I keep a blade on me waiting for you here?

[ For many, many reasons. But she won't. Wouldn't.

With a smile, she starts to undress herself, reaching into her wardrobe for a rich purple nightgown to change into. ]

Men are getting hungrier. They smell blood running, and that makes them stupid enough to try their luck where they shouldn't

[darotisentys]

Protection? Should I speak to my men about this?

[He joins her, taking some of the fabric of her nightgown in his fingers to feel the softness of it.]

Is this necessary?

[draconita]

I thank you, sweetness, but you have enough in your hands already. We can defend ourselves just fine, for now.

[ An amused smile, the playful tap of her finger on his
nose. ]

You tell me.

[darotisentys]

I meant are they part of the problem? If so, I will reinforce the rules to them.

[He offers a slight smile]

You can always put it on later if you need it.

[draconita]

Goodness, no. They are comically well-behaved, I assure you.

[ She gives him a look, but she is smiling as well. ]

You are so eager to be spoiled, you cheeky thing.

[darotisentys]

Good. I may commend them for it instead.

[He makes to toss the garment aside.]

I want to feel you, not some flimsy gown.

[draconita]

You already have me at your mercy, my prince.

[ Ans how obediently she moves into his arms, soft and warm and alive.]

It has been a few days, so I suppose I shouldn't tease you so much.

[darotisentys]

[He pulls her in against him, hands splaying over her back. He leans in to nuzzle at her cheek almost playfully.]

Did you miss me?

[draconita]

I did. But you're here now.

[ Ah, that makes her smile, laughing softly. ]

I no longer need to be sad.

[darotisentys]

I do not believe you were sad. Regardless, I am here now. And I would like to go back to bed.

[draconita]

You are a wicked, mean thing. Did you know that?

[ But she is nudging him towards the bed all the same. ]

[darotisentys]

Aye, I have been told.

[He doesn't need much nudging. He's back on the mattress quickly enough, tugging her on with him.]

[draconita]

And yet how pleased you look.

[ And along she goes, crawling over him as a cat would, pressing little kisses over his face. ]

Bad boys shouldn't be rewarded like this.

[darotisentys]

I am the lord and master here. You should do as you are told.

[Not that he's going to tell her what to do. He's just going to draw her in for a lengthy kiss.]

[draconita]

[ She is still laughing against his lips, tongue playfully teasing him without fully letting him have a proper taste. ]

Or else?

[darotisentys]

Perhaps you will need to be taught a lesson.

[draconita]

[ An excited, eager look, as she playfully bites on his lower lip with a little more force applied, sitting up on his lap to oh so casually roll her hips. ]

Make me.

[darotisentys]

[He lifts her up to kiss her, then whispers in her ear.]

You may just deserve a spanking.

[draconita]

[ A soft sound, followed by the wet press of her tongue against his earlobe. ]

I'll run away before you manage.

[darotisentys]

That would be a sight, would it not? The two of us racing around the pleasure den.

[draconita]

[ She laughs, trailing kisses down to his neck, fingers eagerly teasing the straps of his jerkin open. ]

Terribly shocking. Imagine the gossip.

[darotisentys]

Indeed.

[He doesn't stop her this time.]

Would you enjoy it if I bent you over my knee?

[draconita]

Have you tried it before?

[ Ah, a little victory. She'll happily continue with her labor, hands caressing his sides over the exposed shift, her lips warm and eager as they reclaim his mouth. ]

It can be quite thrilling.

[darotisentys]

[She knows he hasn't.]

I am inclined to believe so.

[draconita]

[ She lets the fine leather garment slide off his arms, tossing it to the side without tearing her eyes away from him. Delicate fingers move beneath his shift next, delighting in the feel of skin. ]

Anything you want, I'll indulge you in.

[ Because he'll never believe her when she says "I missed you" but it is the truth all the same. ]

Only good in here. Remember?

[darotisentys]

[He takes in a sharp breath at the feel of her hands on his skin. No one has touched him in a very long time and it shows in how he instinctively jerks away. But he doesn’t leave.]

Only good.

[draconita]

[ She makes soft, soothing noises, kissing his temple, his cheek. Keeping her hands still, her touch barely there. ]

If you'd prefer to remain dressed...

[darotisentys]

Touch me.

[Not really answering the question, but it’s the best he can do. He reaches up to press her hands against his chest more firmly.]

I want you to get me used to it.

[draconita]

[ A soft, fleeting smile.

She leans in for a kiss; sweet and slow, a patient, molten thing meant not to rush, but to leave breathless.

Only then, when she feels him become somewhat relaxed does she move her hands to pull the shirt over his head, hands caressing the revealed skin with calm, measured movements. ]

... Like this.

[ Soft breasts, pressed against his strong frame. Her hands move to the planes of his back, to the little scars and the muscle there. Holding him, caressing - fitting together like pieces of the same puzzle. ]

[darotisentys]

[It's a kiss he allows himself to get lost in, some of the tension leaving his shoulders. He doesn't protest when she removes his shirt, though does make a soft sound when she presses against him. The feel of her skin on his is like fire.]

[draconita]

[ A warm, soft body.

Not a soul will know how hard it is to keep herself from grinding against him just yet, how maddening this wicked boy is to her. With a sigh, she focuses instead on the feel of muscle at her mercy, breaking away to allow herself to look at the body before her.

Flushed skin. A racing heart. Little scars that she lets her fingers linger on. ]

Training?

[darotisentys]

Aye.

[As much as he's taken over Harrenhal, had victory at Rook's Rest, he has done all his battle on Vhagar's back. His sword - and body - has seen little actual action.

What do I feel like?

[draconita]

Strong.

[ A little kiss against the corner of his mouth. ]

Warm.

[ Her hands move between them, and so she makes to lean away, fingers tracing the lines of his abdomen. ]

Perfect.

[darotisentys]

[He has honed himself physically, just as he has with his mind. He is sharp, agile and lean with muscle. A weapon he rarely uses.

His voice is a whisper.]

I am far from perfect.

[draconita]

[ She noses his cheek, her voice just as soft. ]

To me, at this moment, there is no finer man.

[ Her hands come up to cup his face, her eyes clear and bright when she locks them with his. ]

Perfect, just like this.

[darotisentys]

[He frowns - deeply - brow furrowing. It's hard to hear, let alone accept.]

You have to say these things.

[draconita]

Aye. Blood in your hands and all.

[ She kisses his forehead, quick and playful before throwing her arms around his neck and all her weight against him. ]

May not be much coming from a whore, but there you have it.

[darotisentys]

[He takes the weight of her easily, wrapping an arm around her waist and resting his head against hers.]

You are the silliest woman I know.

[draconita]

Not much cheer about those noble girls of yours?

[ She bites his cheek, kissing his neck and giggling softly. ]

I'd have you know I'm quite the respectable and frightening madam.

[darotisentys]

I have met my betrothed but once. I would not call her silly.

[He answers the rest quite seriously.]

Aye, you are terrifying.

[draconita]

[ If he expected any unhappiness to make itself know at the mention of a bethrothal, nothing of the sort is perceived upon her countenance.

There is only a playful pout as she pinches his cheek, and slowly, purposely, rewards him with the slow and heavy roll of her hips. ]

Don't laugh. Just because I'm sweet to you...

[darotisentys]

[He didn't, doesn't expect her to care. It was simplest to answer honestly. He had no taste for lies.]

I am not laughing.

[She is terrifying, in the way she makes him feel.]

Stop that.

[draconita]

You dislike it?

[ She moves again, just as careful, just as heavy, her eyes on his. ]

The heat... Even dressed and confined... You feel it, don't you? Sweet boy.

[darotisentys]

No.

[He might like it too much. His hands come to rest gently on her hips, neither stopping nor encouraging her.]

Of course I feel it. Why?

[draconita]

You denied yourself of this, last time.

[ She keeps a low, lazy grind, a hand moving down and down, to the untouched laces of his trousers. ]

Tell me you want it now.

[darotisentys]

[He takes hold of her hands, pulling them away. Leaning in, he kisses her, long and hard. Then, he reaches for his shirt.]

I should go.

[draconita]

[ Enough so to steal her breath, to make her ache but oh, how quick she is to discard those needs as she reaches for him, hands on his face. ]

Stay, I beg you. If nothing else to be held, to have your supper, to rest. Nothing more needs happen, but stay.

[darotisentys]

[He shrugs the shirt back on, shaking his head.]

I will eat at the keep. Sleep in my own bed.

[It will be troubled, he knows, but perhaps that’s for the best. He takes out a small pouch of coin and leaves it on the bed as he makes to stand.]

For your trouble tonight. I will not likely return.

[draconita]

[ Something like a wound then flashing on the clear eyes, on the red lips that almost tremble.

Alys Rivers, nude in her bed, dark hair wild as she turns away from him and his gold. ]

Then don't.

[darotisentys]

I am sorry.

[He barely whispers, then slips away.]

[draconita]

[ The men grow restless,and sicker by the day.

No one dares to comment on the prince's moods. But things worsen as time passes by, as surely as day becomes night: on the first week, exhaustion. By the second week, men had started to fall on their knees, clutching their stomachs and emptying their contents beyond all capability.

By the third week, even castle folk began to show symptoms.

Now, reaching the month, what remains of his captaincy stands looking haggard.

"The septon's no use, your grace. The little man has resorted to prayers now, writing to fetch for some sisters."

"What we need is a Maester, but the one residing in Harrentown died a while back, and no one has come to take over the post."

"We could fetch for one from the Capital."

"The men can't wait."

Tired heads put to thought. While the men ruminate the issue, the woman pouring Aemond's wine look particularly nervous, eyes jumping from one face to the other, lips tight - eager to speak, perhaps. ]

[darotisentys]

[Sickness is not something he had considered when marching on Harrenhal. Truth be told, he didn't think they'd be here this long, but it has turned into a home away from King's Landing. And now the close quarters have allowed something to infect just about everyone. He doesn't need this.

His own exhaustion is starting to concern him. He sleeps little, which could very well be the culprit, though he cannot deny this illness may be starting to take hold in him as well. His men are right, though - they need a Maester and quickly.

His wine is the last thing on his mind, the maid more interesting. She looks about to burst with some news, unlike any of his other attendants.]

Come, now. Speak it.

[draconita]

[ The men fall silent, heads turning to the now red-faced woman who seems to freeze under the attention, but still finds it in herself somehow to swallow down her nerves and speak.

"T-There's a woman in town who knows her herbs, your grace, just as good as any old maester, she does. She fixed my boy's fever last winter, and a few good others, she did".

One of the men scoffs, while the others look desperate enough to consider it.

"I'll take anything over the old septon and his praying at this point. Lads are suffering enough without his gloom and dronning adding to it". ]

[darotisentys]

Mm. Fixed a fever, did she?

[He seems to consider what's been said, drumming his fingers on the table.]

Bring her to me. I would see what she can do myself.

[draconita]

[ The relief on the woman's face blooms with a satisfied smile as she bows.

"I'll ask one of our boys to fetch the miss Alys right away, your grace!"

Darting off with relief without sparing a glance to the prince in question, eager to send off a rider. ]

[darotisentys]

...Alys?

[But the woman is gone. He's suddenly lost his appetite, pushing his plate away. The wine looks no more inviting. He retreats to his room, preparing to be called once she has arrived.]

[draconita]

[ It's well over an hour until the rider can be seen coming back, a woman comfortably sitting in front of him, her long black hair wild, her cheeks flushed.

Some of the soldiers still standing seem to recognize her, dipping their head in respect as she passes them by. She pays them no notice, for the second the lad has helped her to dismount she's fixing up her hair in a bun, pining up the sleeves of her dress. The man is seen carrying an old, bulky wooden box with a leather strap - a Maester's consultation bag alright.

A soldier approaches in a hurry to notify her of the prince's summoning, but he is very much ignored as she marches on. ]

Your prince can wait - not so much the sick. Don't bother me while I'm working.

[ And that's it. Like a storm, the woman marches on, seemingly knowing just where she is supposed to go, picking up baffled soldiers and staff as she goes for assistance, most of which obey silently, too worried for their comrades to argue. ]

[darotisentys]

[The same soldier attends the prince's chamber to let him know the woman has arrived, and that she's attending to the sick already. Rebuffed his summons. Aemond is not surprised. He sends the soldier away and simply sits on the edge of his bed, deciding to let her do what she can for those that need it most.]

[draconita]

[ The whole staff seems to be put to work.

Windows are opened everywhere to let clean air circulate in the sick rooms, while the sick are moved to another room entirely, stripped from their soiled garments and treated pretty much as babes.

Everything used to attend them, along with their clothes and linens is put to the torch, a fire fixed outside of the castle. Men and women toil, wetting clean rags in boiling water, in fragrant, cooling oinments.

Hours of labour that she oversees, putting the kitchens to work as well to make something that won't turn their hurt stomachs.

Hours ans hours, until the sun is setting. Until at last his door opens to reveal the madam herself, a heavy tray in her hands. ]

Come to the table.

[darotisentys]

[The entire keep is abuzz with activity. He wanders out of his room, watching to see what is going on, and then back in to avoid all the noise. And then out again.

At the end of the day, he is thinking more of sleep than he is of food, but his door opens and in she comes, bearing dinner.

He stands, but stays by the bed.]

Thank you for your work. You did not tell me you were a type of Maester.

[draconita]

[ She hums as an answer, setting aside the porridge.

She's brought boiling water, and more fresh remedies that she set to work on, grinding to fix him some medicine. ]

Some of your soldiers contaminated the water of the east well. They cut down a branch of the weirdwood that had messed the stonework and tossed the wood into it. The sap is poisonous when diluted without preparation. I ordered a few men to cut it off from the rest. They'll be at it the whole night, but it should keep the other wells safe.

[ She pours water on the mixture, a fragrance similar to the one in her room filling the air. ]

Drink this before eating. You need to sweat off whatever toxin remains inside you.

[darotisentys]

[He pinches the bridge of his nose and sighs. Not because of her, but due to her story. Fucking men.]

They will be alright, then?

[Watching her work is easy enough. Looking at her face, not so much. So he doesn't. Once she's done, he nods.]

I will. Thank you again.

[draconita]

The ones who put the hatchet to the tree won't make it past the night.

[ She looks at him easily enough though. Silence holds for a few seconds, before she's taking out a gold pouch - one of his.

She leaves it on the table. ]

The last one, I return to you. The two others I'll keep, as a Maester's fee.

... Be well.

[darotisentys]

How many?

[He can't really afford to be losing soldiers.

He nods toward the pouch.]

That seems more than fair.

[Another moment of silence, then, quietly:]

Alys...

[draconita]

Three.

[ She is making for the door already, before she stops to look at him again waiting. ]

[darotisentys]

[Three is acceptable.

He clears his throat, his hands clasping behind his back.]

I apologize for our last meeting. I meant no insult to you.

[draconita]

You already apologized. Why bother again?

If it is my silence what worries you, there is no need.

[darotisentys]

I care not for your silence. I care about--

[He stops himself, and turns away.]

Never mind.

[draconita]

[ A forlorn look that goes unseen.

Silence stretches, broken by her steps. ]

Goodbye, then, Aemond Targaryen. May fortune be with you.

[darotisentys]

Will you come tomorrow? Check on the ill?

[draconita]

I left enough medicine made, and taught the old women how to make it. I have also instructed the kitchens on what meals to prepare for the next week.

I will send out more of the prescription if you need it, but unless I am specifically summoned to look at them...

[darotisentys]

[He nods.]

Very well.

[draconita]

[ A trace of unhappiness, then. Something brittle, like hurt, fleeting and mad, gone before she turns to leave, hair trailing after her.

Foolish boy. But worst of all is her own stupid, tender heart. ]

[darotisentys]

[He feels foolish, not knowing what to do. How to act. What to say. Though he tries.]

Please stay.

[draconita]

[ She stops, though she won't turn to face him, nor will she enter the room. ]

... Your men will be fine, Aemond.

[darotisentys]

[He stares at her back, not moving from his place by the bed.]

Not for them.

For me.

[draconita]

For you.

[ She barely moves. Just a glimpse of her profile, serious eyes, flushed cheeks. ]

... I'm sweaty and disheveled. I've been toiling all day.

[darotisentys]

[And she's intoxicating. At first he thought it was more the place, but no, it's her.]

I do have a jug and basin. I simply want you to-- be here.

[draconita]

[ A long, tired sigh before she's stepping back in, closing the door behind her, leaning against the wood as she wills herself to unwind. ]

Sit down to eat before I decide to force feed you. You look terrible.

[ And just like that, she's making herself comfortable, ignoring him while she undresses partially to freshen up.

She closes her eyes at the feel of the wet cloth against her neck, sighing sweetly at the relief it offers. ]

[darotisentys]

[He can't ignore her like he is him, but he does as he's told. He sits, at least, staring at the food without interest. He reaches for the drink instead. She did say it should be first.

He drinks it quickly, only making a slight face as it goes down. Now his appetite is truly gone again. So he watches her, as she undresses, as she wipes the cloth over her skin. Listens to the sound of relief she makes.]

I will have someone fetch a new dress for you, if you prefer.

[draconita]

It's fine. Stop fretting and eat.

[ Droplets of water falling down the planes of her stomach, an arm raised as she continues to relief herself from her discomfort. ]

I have held down men twice your side, don't think I won't pin you down to that table to shove the porridge down you throat.

[darotisentys]

[He's too busy staring at those droplets running down skin he knows is so soft. It takes him several minutes for her words to sink in, and he believes her.

He takes a mouthful and almost gags. It's hot and sticky and he hasn't eaten regularly in weeks. He manages to swallow it down, but pushes away the bowl afterward.]

[draconita]

[ She knows that reaction.

She stops, dropping the cloth to approach the table, taking his face between her hands to inspect him as one would a patient.

She makes a displeased sound before letting go, moving to open the door again -barely remembering to put on her shift in time- to reach one of the guards and give some instructions. ]

When was the last time you took a proper meal? How many hours did you sleep last night?

[darotisentys]

[He scowls at her, standing.]

I do not remember, I do not know. These are not things I keep track of. What are you telling them?

[draconita]

These are the things that keep you alive and well.

[ She ignores his question. Instead she marches back to the table, hands on his shoulders to push him back on the chair with surprising ease. Is it that she is that strong, or that he is more weakened than what he considered? ]

So stop it. I am too tired for rebellion.

[darotisentys]

[He has lost weight, barely eaten or slept. Training is difficult due to the exhaustion and lack of energy. He is weak. He simply didn't realize by how much.]

Damn you, woman. I do not need to be fed like a child.

[draconita]

[ But all the answer she gives him is a defiant look, raising her chin as she stands up straight, a hand on her hip. ]

Stay still, and wait.

[darotisentys]

This is not why I asked you to stay.

[But he remains seated.]

[draconita]

[ Her hand grabs his chin, lifting it as she descends towards him. ]

This isn't the brothel. And you do not lord over Harrenhal so much as you're allowed to reside in it - this, you know it in your heart.

[ Oh, her breath warm over his lips. ]

You're sick and malnourished, and you'll do and take everything I give you without complain. You'll be good for me.

[darotisentys]

[He sighs, pushing her hand away.]

Get it over with.

[draconita]

Is it effective?

[ She remains where she is, looming over him with an unimpressive look. ]

Punishing yourself like this.

[darotisentys]

Does it appear to be effective?

[There's no point in denying it. Not that he had started it on purpose.]

[draconita]

... Will you keep at it?

[darotisentys]

I should do better at eating.

[draconita]

Yes, you should.

[ Something in her softens then, her hand moving to touch him--

So of course that's when the servant comes.

Her hand moves away to take the bowl of nourishing broth, putting it in front of him while she places her box on the table, dismissing the girl. Carefully, she takes back to bowl to check the temperature, blowing on it a few times before offering it to him. ]

There's already medicine mixed in it, for your appetite. You must drink all of it tonight.

[darotisentys]

[It looks more appetizing than the porridge, so he takes a spoonful right away. Not the best broth he's ever had, but it will do.]

Sit.

[draconita]

[ She gives him a look but obliges, picking up the porridge to avoid letting it go to waste.

Sitting together in silence... It is a ridiculous thing indeed, the relief it brings her. ]

[darotisentys]

[Just her presence is enough to calm him. The broth may be helping as well, but he thinks it's more her.]

Do you forgive me?

[draconita]

What do you want me to forgive?

[ She takes a few more spoonfuls before pushing the plate away, leaning on the chair as she crosses her legs. ]

[darotisentys]

[His eye follows her movements.]

You never accepted my apologies.

[draconita]

And you still haven't answered my question.

[ And her eyes, settling on his.]

[darotisentys]

[He glances up to meet her gaze.]

For leaving.

[draconita]

Men leave. Why should I hold it against you?

Besides. You have tortured yourself enough since then.

[darotisentys]

[He doesn't want to be just another man. Not to her.]

My suffering pleases you?

[draconita]

You want me to be pleased by it. But it doesn't.

[ She does not reach out for him, but her expression trembles. ]

It breaks my heart.

[darotisentys]

I can feel it. I do not feel anything else.

[He sighs softly, done with his broth.]

You should not even care.

[draconita]

You're doing it again.

This time, if you persist, I will leave.

[darotisentys]

What am I doing, Alys?

[draconita]

Answering softness by rebuking it.

[ She makes to stand, moving towards him. ]

For every one comfort you allow yourself, you refuse the next two. Craving, and then censoring yourself.

[darotisentys]

[Like ramping up his libido and then refusing release?]

I do not deserve softness.

[draconita]

But you want it. So what does it matter?

[ Hands, finally cupping his face. ]

If it's forgiveness you want, I'll give it to you.

[darotisentys]

I want you.

[A hand comes up to rest over hers.]

Stay with me?

[draconita]

... Until you send me away.

[ Lips, soft and warm against his forehead. ]

[darotisentys]

If I do, it is merely my suffering speaking.

[His other hand cups her cheek before she can move too far away. He presses his lips against hers softly, lightly.]

[draconita]

[ Her entire body seems to shake as her lips press forward, eager to drink him in until her lungs beg her hair, until she has to part, until she at last grants him a a smile, soft and secret. ]

... So I should disregard your orders?

[darotisentys]

[He stands then, moving to her chair and kneeling beside it. He takes her hands in his.]

I want you to stay. That is my order.

[draconita]

Ordering me on your knees.

[ But ah, she's smiling as she lean to kiss his hair. ]

Sweet, silly boy.

[darotisentys]

[He stands, pulling her up with him.]

Come. Help me sleep.

[draconita]

Ah, you fiendish taskmaster. So after toiling for hours I am still expected to fend off the horrors troubling your sleep for the entire night.

You truly are a tyrant.

[darotisentys]

A tyrant who wishes you to sleep beside him. Clearly, I am the most despicable man to ever live.

[draconita]

Clearly.

[ So she ought to escape the clutches of such a demon, if nothing else to free herself from her equally wretched dress.

Dainty steps, as lovely as she ever was as she lets herself fall on the bed. ]

[darotisentys]

[He takes off his jerkin and shirt, then joins her on the bed.]

You are full of surprises.

[draconita]

[ Her eyes soften for a moment as she takes him in, noticing the differences from the last time she held him, a mere month ago. Holding back a sigh, she kisses the skin over his heart before gathering him in her arms. ]

They're not that many, I assure you.

[darotisentys]

They keep things interesting.

[He rests his head against her shoulder, sighing contentedly.]

[draconita]

The secrets you didn't know I had? I'm sure.

[ And just like before, it is there: the careful threading of her fingers through tangled hair, the strong steady staccato of her heartbeat. ]

Hush, sweetling. It is time for resting, now.

[darotisentys]

Yourself in general. You are an enigma.

[One he intends to figure out? Maybe. But not tonight.

He likes this part, her hand in his hair. He snuggles in closer.]

[draconita]

As women often are.

[ She smiles, ignoring the part of herself that may feel just as comfortable as the boy does as she gives his scalp slow, gentle scratches, her other hand drawing soothing patterns over the skin of his back. ]

[darotisentys]

Indeed.

[His mother and sister certainly are. But Alys is one above and beyond all that.]

You will stay here now? As Maester?

[draconita]

... You would never be able to guess how long it's been since I last set foot on this place.

[ Her words, unusually quiet. A faraway look to her that he does not get to see; is this the correct path to follow? The madam can't tell.

But Alys Rivers... ]

I'll stay with you, and care for your men.

[darotisentys]

Quite some time, then.

[She's thinking it over, he can tell. It is a big ask that he makes of her, to abandon her current life for another one.]

Thank you.

[draconita]

And then some.

[ Her lips over the crown of his head, her embrace tender. ]

I'll have to go back to town to deal with the proper arrangements. If I were to delay, you must promise me you won't neglect yourself.

[darotisentys]

[He cannot and will not make any promises.]

I will do my best.

[draconita]

The servants will tell me if you don't.

[ Fingers, running up his spine. The light pull of her fingers on his hair. ]

[darotisentys]

[He makes a disgruntled noise.]

They are loyal to you, now, are they?

[draconita]

Acts of service are a swift mean to gain loyalty.

[ A little tease then, a little smile. ]

Jealous?

[darotisentys]

I am still their lord. They take their orders from me, as now do you.

[He looks at her, serious.]

If you cannot respect that, then do not stay.

[draconita]

No one is questioning your authority, sweetling. They fear you, obey you– they do not love you, but it is not their love that you need, is it?

[ Soothing hands come to caress his cheeks, her voice a pacifying whisper. ]

So quick to anger, to mistrust.

[darotisentys]

I merely seek to keep what order I have in place. I will not be undermined by anyone.

[He'll leave the question of love out of it.]

[draconita]

I am not undermining you.

[ Carefully, she rolls them over, so he's the one laying on his back while she rests comfortably on his chest. ]

I am caring for you.

[darotisentys]

[A hand reaches up to tangle in her hair.]

You are caring for all of us.

[draconita]

[ She stares at him, for a moment, her face an unreadable mask. But soon she is leaning down, catching his lips for a long, measured kiss. ]

... Would you believe me now, if I said I missed you?

[darotisentys]

I might.

[His free hand caresses her cheek.]

But why would you?

[draconita]

Seldom does the heart supply its reasons. But I suppose...

[ She turns her face to kiss his palm, nuzzle into it. ]

... This may be reason enough.

[darotisentys]

Have you come to care about me, more than for my health?

[He sounds a little bit amused.]

[draconita]

Your health is, for now, my utmost priority.

[ Cheeky thing. ]

But if a mewling kitty comes stumbling to your lap, would you not be endeared by it?

[darotisentys]

[He sits up, leaning on his elbows, likely disturbing her rest.]

A mewling kitten?

[draconita]

Yes. An adorable, lovable little thing.

[ She was quite comfortable, it's true. But still seems quite unfazed.]

Soft. Sweet.

[darotisentys]

[He just looks at her.]

Is that how you see me?

[draconita]

[ Gods be good, but he is a trial. Taking a deep breath, she cups his face, thumbs nudging his jaws. ]

Unclench. I can practically hear you grind your teeth.

[ She lets go, only to smooth over his brow with a finger. ]

It is not a bad thing, you know? It is how women are. I do not mean to say you are weak - no one in their right mind would dare to make such a claim, I think. But just as I desire you as a man, I also find you to be endearing and adorable and very much to my taste.

[darotisentys]

[He is a pain. It's a wonder she wants him.

He attempts to relax, because she's right, but he sighs once more.]

Adorable is how one characterizes children.

[draconita]

Don't forget the kittens.

[ A playful nip at his lips, her eyes bright. ]

And sweet boys.

[darotisentys]

[He likes that look in her eyes, leaning in to give her a quick kiss.]

Aye, I shall not forget anytime soon.

[draconita]

[Ah, but she's quick to follow as soon as he parts, raining slow, careful tokens over his face, to the corner of his mouth; pushing him back against the bed so she may nuzzle into his neck. ]

... Soft, like this.

[ Like the madam, her body warm and safe. At peace, with him. ]

Truly wonderful.

[darotisentys]

[He has to admit, it feels awfully good to be with her. an arm wraps around her, holding her in close.]

I could live with this.

[draconita]

... That's good.


[ She clings to him, settling comfortably, quite a cat herself. Warm and relaxed, sweet smelling and entirely at ease around him. ]

Life's too short deny yourself what joys it remembers to bring you.

[darotisentys]

Is that what you are, a joy in my life?

[He's teasing as he runs his fingers lightly over her back.]

[draconita]

Am I not?

[ With a knowing smile, she makes to move away from him.]

[darotisentys]

I believe you may well be.

Come back here.

[draconita]

[ How pleased with herself she looks, laying down again... but just out of his grasp, a mischievous glint in her eyes. ]

[darotisentys]

[A game, is it? He lays back against the pillows, arms folded behind his head. He can be patient.]

[draconita]

[ She lays on her side, a hand resting over a shapely hip, her hair falling over her breasts.

How big and bright her eyes seem then. How adorable the pouting lips. ]

Aemond.

[darotisentys]

[She is a thing of beauty, this he will not deny. A smile tugs at the corners of his mouth.]

Aye?

[draconita]

[ A pleading, forlorn looking thing, eyes almost watery.

A terrible, terrible menace. ]

Aemond.

[darotisentys]

Do you wish to come back now?

[draconita]

[ Her hand caresses the space next to her. ]

[darotisentys]

Mm.

[He considers this for a moment, then crawls toward her.

[draconita]

[ Ah, and she laughs, soft and sweet and infinitely pleased as she guides his head to rest on her chest, a long sigh leaving her. ]

Good boy, sweetling.

[darotisentys]

[He huffs.]

At your service, apparently.

[draconita]

Yes, what great torment.

[ She kisses the crown of his head. ]

Rest now. We'll have plenty of time for playing later.

[darotisentys]

[She's terrible and she knows it.]

Aye. I am tired.

[draconita]

Close your eyes, then.

[ She knows. ]

You won't suffer more nightmares.

[ But better the terror that's fond of him than the one that wants him dead. ]