Aemond looks down and smiles. Lips quivering in a way that might try to fight and stifle it from curling too quickly. He has not seen this side of her often. When she has a fire in her eye, a shift in the way she carries her shoulders. She should be like this more often. Men of the court might start to see her differently, but that was well beyond his place. Instead he can simply let her eyes rake over him. This is her nature, stripped away from titles and expectations. Let her fly free, he can handle her. He already rides the biggest and oldest she-dragon in this living world. ]
Yes, my Queen. [Aemond answers as his eye climbs from her feet to meet her gaze. Discerning the features masked underneath her thin gown. He does not move closer, perhaps she might like him to try. Perhaps she prefers him to stay where he was.
He has no objection to the image she paints. How the thrill might be to wake up to her crawling stop his bed. Dressed as she is now or even less. Despite his formality, it comes out rather cheeky. ]
A lady of your position should take what she wants more often. It suits her.
[ He feels like heβs one of the lambs being brought to the Dragonpit for slaughter. Standing before her in the middle of her room. With her looking at him in the way she does now. When she meets a point where his eye can no longer follow, he does not turn his head to continue watching her. Instead listening for her as she moved about. Waiting with the tips of his fingers digging at the palm of his hand still rested behind his back.]
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Aemond looks down and smiles. Lips quivering in a way that might try to fight and stifle it from curling too quickly. He has not seen this side of her often. When she has a fire in her eye, a shift in the way she carries her shoulders. She should be like this more often. Men of the court might start to see her differently, but that was well beyond his place. Instead he can simply let her eyes rake over him. This is her nature, stripped away from titles and expectations. Let her fly free, he can handle her. He already rides the biggest and oldest she-dragon in this living world. ]
Yes, my Queen. [Aemond answers as his eye climbs from her feet to meet her gaze. Discerning the features masked underneath her thin gown. He does not move closer, perhaps she might like him to try. Perhaps she prefers him to stay where he was.
He has no objection to the image she paints. How the thrill might be to wake up to her crawling stop his bed. Dressed as she is now or even less. Despite his formality, it comes out rather cheeky. ]
A lady of your position should take what she wants more often. It suits her.
[ He feels like heβs one of the lambs being brought to the Dragonpit for slaughter. Standing before her in the middle of her room. With her looking at him in the way she does now. When she meets a point where his eye can no longer follow, he does not turn his head to continue watching her. Instead listening for her as she moved about. Waiting with the tips of his fingers digging at the palm of his hand still rested behind his back.]