[ What will it be? Aemond finds that he doesnโt mind either way she decides. She seems to covet this command that is so rarely seen. Perhaps he finds it only so thrilling because he tends to already land in her good favor. Not that this is close to what it is to be in her bad favor, but itโs the strength she holds within herself. The way her hand pressed to his chest. She neednโt force him to do anything.
Which is why he would give to her freely. To worship her, to give her something she has long deserved. How it is to be that something for her, after all sheโs done for him.
The absence of her warm hand is felt as she retreats. Aemond doesnโt follow but for the turn of his head as he watches her land gently at the edge of the bed. Down to the pillow she tosses at her feet.]
At once, your Grace. [ The young prince responds with the same soft and bridled smile. Moving over and slipping to kneel upon the satin pillow before her. His hand dragging long fingertips down the exposed skin of her leg as he sinks upon his knees. His hands coming to rest in his lap.
Well? He seems to ask as his eye climbs back up from her to meet her gaze again.]
no subject
Which is why he would give to her freely. To worship her, to give her something she has long deserved. How it is to be that something for her, after all sheโs done for him.
The absence of her warm hand is felt as she retreats. Aemond doesnโt follow but for the turn of his head as he watches her land gently at the edge of the bed. Down to the pillow she tosses at her feet.]
At once, your Grace. [ The young prince responds with the same soft and bridled smile. Moving over and slipping to kneel upon the satin pillow before her. His hand dragging long fingertips down the exposed skin of her leg as he sinks upon his knees. His hands coming to rest in his lap.
Well? He seems to ask as his eye climbs back up from her to meet her gaze again.]