( Look away, she thinks as she tries to break the spell that keeps her gaze transfixed on his half-naked form, all you have to do is look away — yet she is unable, even when his gaze meets hers, catching her watching him in such a shameful state.
Scrutiny and disgust should twist her features, as it often does when she happens upon Aegon in a similar state or has to clean up after his messes, but none of that is there as her features remain soft, though flushed a deeper shade than before now that she has been caught, but there is something more — something that Alicent cannot even name as it is something she has ever felt before.
The dying word on his lips prompts her own to part as she releases her thumb from between her teeth, poised and ready to say something, but whatever it was dies just as the word he spoke did. All that remains is a shaken, breathy gasp that prompts her lips to seal the moment he continues to stroke himself instead of stopping. She continues to watch him, eyes scanning over the features of his face — a face that makes her heart ache and swell — before traveling down his body, down his chest, over his stomach, where she dares to watch the last strokes of his hand before reason pierces through the veil and they both pull away.
Turning away from him, her body facing the open window as she walks toward it, hands smoothing down the front of her dress before clasping her hands together, nails digging into her skin for clarity of mind and to ground her. )
This morning you seemed unwell, prompting me to worry after you abruptly left. ( Taking a deep breath, she tries to calm herself, but her heart still pounds within her chest — she can feel her pulse throbbing down her neck and the drum of her heart in her ears.
Foolishness, Alicent, she scolds herself before turning to face his bed, unsure if she is to meet his back or gaze. ) But it seems you were plagued by a different ailment than what had caused me worry.
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Scrutiny and disgust should twist her features, as it often does when she happens upon Aegon in a similar state or has to clean up after his messes, but none of that is there as her features remain soft, though flushed a deeper shade than before now that she has been caught, but there is something more — something that Alicent cannot even name as it is something she has ever felt before.
The dying word on his lips prompts her own to part as she releases her thumb from between her teeth, poised and ready to say something, but whatever it was dies just as the word he spoke did. All that remains is a shaken, breathy gasp that prompts her lips to seal the moment he continues to stroke himself instead of stopping. She continues to watch him, eyes scanning over the features of his face — a face that makes her heart ache and swell — before traveling down his body, down his chest, over his stomach, where she dares to watch the last strokes of his hand before reason pierces through the veil and they both pull away.
Turning away from him, her body facing the open window as she walks toward it, hands smoothing down the front of her dress before clasping her hands together, nails digging into her skin for clarity of mind and to ground her. )
This morning you seemed unwell, prompting me to worry after you abruptly left. ( Taking a deep breath, she tries to calm herself, but her heart still pounds within her chest — she can feel her pulse throbbing down her neck and the drum of her heart in her ears.
Foolishness, Alicent, she scolds herself before turning to face his bed, unsure if she is to meet his back or gaze. ) But it seems you were plagued by a different ailment than what had caused me worry.
( A beat. )
I knocked, but you did not answer.