( Unlike her eldest, neither Alicent nor Aemond is the type to slink through the halls of Maegor's Holdfast under cover of night. Being a dutiful wife to her king, she has never had a want or reason to act in such nefarious ways. And whenever she was called upon during such late hours, she was escorted to his chambers, where she would lay with him for the night or return to her chambers with an escort.
Yet if they wish to continue their affair, they will need to find a way to navigate the guarded and watched halls — she can only imagine what ill rumors would spread if anyone witnessed either of them stalking through the night towards the other's chambers. Perhaps no one would think anything, not thinking it strange that a mother visit her son or a son visit his mother at such a late hour, but sooner or later, it would begin to draw suspicion, and she will do anything within her power to protect their secret.
As dawn begins to rise, Alicent gently rouses as the warm rays of the sun peek between the spaces in her curtains and the sound of her lady-in-waiting beginning to prepare for the day. Though she slept the night and did not wake to find a familiar silhouette looming over her bed, she wouldn't call her slumber. Instead, she awoke just as frustrated and wanting as when she went to bed — perhaps more so.
She picks out a dress in her usual green to ready for the day, though this dress differs slightly from others she wears — mixed in with the gold threads and beading is sapphire blue. The dress's material is thinner, less bulky, and leads to a silhouette that clings to her slim figure, though mostly hidden beneath her cloak.
After breaking fast in her chambers, she makes her way to the outer courtyard, where a carriage waits to take her to the Hill of Rhaenys and the Dragonpit. Alicent's stomach twists and turns with nerves the whole journey, wondering if he will accept her company or turn her away. Though risky, he had not visited her in the night, which left her wondering once more if he had his fill or could not bypass the guards, but still had the same burning want that resided deep within her, and he had planted there.
Sending his carriage away, she waits within hers until he returns — memories returning of a much younger Alicent lingering in wait for her childhood friend to return from her bouts of fancy and flight in the sky from the back of her dragon, Syrax. She brings a book to pass the time and idly flips through the pages, but it isn't long before the ground beneath the carriage shakes beneath the incredible force and power of Vhagar.
Closing her book and setting it aside, Alicent straightens in her seat, clasping her hands in her lap as she waits for Aemond's approach and the sounds of his foot shifting the gravel beneath. She squeezes her hands together and peers out through the open door at him, eyes wide and lips parted before pulling them between her teeth to moisten them with her tongue before speaking. )
I had hoped to arrive earlier to watch but found myself distracted this morning. So I hope you don't mind the company back to the Keep and sharing a carriage.
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Yet if they wish to continue their affair, they will need to find a way to navigate the guarded and watched halls — she can only imagine what ill rumors would spread if anyone witnessed either of them stalking through the night towards the other's chambers. Perhaps no one would think anything, not thinking it strange that a mother visit her son or a son visit his mother at such a late hour, but sooner or later, it would begin to draw suspicion, and she will do anything within her power to protect their secret.
As dawn begins to rise, Alicent gently rouses as the warm rays of the sun peek between the spaces in her curtains and the sound of her lady-in-waiting beginning to prepare for the day. Though she slept the night and did not wake to find a familiar silhouette looming over her bed, she wouldn't call her slumber. Instead, she awoke just as frustrated and wanting as when she went to bed — perhaps more so.
She picks out a dress in her usual green to ready for the day, though this dress differs slightly from others she wears — mixed in with the gold threads and beading is sapphire blue. The dress's material is thinner, less bulky, and leads to a silhouette that clings to her slim figure, though mostly hidden beneath her cloak.
After breaking fast in her chambers, she makes her way to the outer courtyard, where a carriage waits to take her to the Hill of Rhaenys and the Dragonpit. Alicent's stomach twists and turns with nerves the whole journey, wondering if he will accept her company or turn her away. Though risky, he had not visited her in the night, which left her wondering once more if he had his fill or could not bypass the guards, but still had the same burning want that resided deep within her, and he had planted there.
Sending his carriage away, she waits within hers until he returns — memories returning of a much younger Alicent lingering in wait for her childhood friend to return from her bouts of fancy and flight in the sky from the back of her dragon, Syrax. She brings a book to pass the time and idly flips through the pages, but it isn't long before the ground beneath the carriage shakes beneath the incredible force and power of Vhagar.
Closing her book and setting it aside, Alicent straightens in her seat, clasping her hands in her lap as she waits for Aemond's approach and the sounds of his foot shifting the gravel beneath. She squeezes her hands together and peers out through the open door at him, eyes wide and lips parted before pulling them between her teeth to moisten them with her tongue before speaking. )
I had hoped to arrive earlier to watch but found myself distracted this morning. So I hope you don't mind the company back to the Keep and sharing a carriage.