( Taking a seat at her vanity once more, Alicent sets down her cup as she toes off her shoes, pushing them aside as she reaches beneath her skirts to remove her stockings. Hands travel over her legs before slipping between skin and stocking to remove them, one after the other. Standing with bare feet touching the cold stone floor before moving to a rug, she removes her dress.
It is easier with another pair of hands, but she makes do as she reaches behind her back to pull at the laces. Having to shift to make a bigger opening, but with time and effort, she manages to slip out of the dress, followed by her chemise, and places them over a chair to be dealt with come morning.
Parching through her wardrobe, she settles on another silken sleeping gown. It is soft and cool against her skin as she slips it on, tying the fastenings over her chest before pulling a green robe over it. She doesn't bother tying the robe and leaves it open as she returns to her vanity for her tea. Fingers wrapping around the glass and enjoying its warmth; she takes another drink. Then, emptying Emptying the glass, she moves across the room to make another cup — her robes billowing behind her as she walks the short distance.
As she's making herself another glass of tea, she hears the gentle opening of the panel from behind a curtain. Her heart nearly flies into her throat with anticipation, her stomach twisting as she feels foolish for having such a maidenly reaction when she knew he is coming. Yet, it doesn't take away from the dizzying excitement she feels building within the depths of her.
Grabbing ahold of her fresh cup of tea, Alicent brings it to her lips for a sip as she continues to gaze out the window into the city beyond. The candlelight dances over the shine of her hair and the reflective fabric of her robes, illuminating her in a soft glow as she turns just enough to glance over her shoulder to see Aemond standing there. )
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It is easier with another pair of hands, but she makes do as she reaches behind her back to pull at the laces. Having to shift to make a bigger opening, but with time and effort, she manages to slip out of the dress, followed by her chemise, and places them over a chair to be dealt with come morning.
Parching through her wardrobe, she settles on another silken sleeping gown. It is soft and cool against her skin as she slips it on, tying the fastenings over her chest before pulling a green robe over it. She doesn't bother tying the robe and leaves it open as she returns to her vanity for her tea. Fingers wrapping around the glass and enjoying its warmth; she takes another drink. Then, emptying Emptying the glass, she moves across the room to make another cup — her robes billowing behind her as she walks the short distance.
As she's making herself another glass of tea, she hears the gentle opening of the panel from behind a curtain. Her heart nearly flies into her throat with anticipation, her stomach twisting as she feels foolish for having such a maidenly reaction when she knew he is coming. Yet, it doesn't take away from the dizzying excitement she feels building within the depths of her.
Grabbing ahold of her fresh cup of tea, Alicent brings it to her lips for a sip as she continues to gaze out the window into the city beyond. The candlelight dances over the shine of her hair and the reflective fabric of her robes, illuminating her in a soft glow as she turns just enough to glance over her shoulder to see Aemond standing there. )
I hope that coming here was not too burdensome.