( While it is true the King should be the only one to hold that privilege and power over her, he lost it long ago. It started long ago, possibly had always been this way, but she was blinded by her devotion and loyalty to her lord husband. Long before the incident on Driftmark, when he forgot about her, called her by the name of his dead wife — making her feel a loneliness she never thought imaginable.
Because he had forgotten about her, squandered all of her, and left her bed cold ( or stopped inviting her to his as he never visited her and requested her in the middle of the night ), this privilege that no man other than her lord husband should have is hers to give freely.
No one in the Seven Kingdoms or even the known world deserves it more than Aemond.
That small, prideful smile eases whatever worries she might have had from the shift she felt in the air around them. She loves to see him smile, to know that she is the cause behind it, and she offers one of her own — warm and genuine. )
Goodnight, Aemond. ( Her words are soft as she turns to watch him leave, contending with the aching longing that already threatens to take hold within her chest. It isn't as if she will never see him again, but it doesn't stop her longing when they are separated.
Rising from her bed, Alicent strides to the table before the window to pour herself the last bit of tea. It has already gone cold, but she doesn't mind. She slides her tongue along her lips, tasting the remnants of him ( and herself ) upon them. This is madness, she thinks as she takes a long pull from her cup, empties it, then sets it on the table. And while it might be madness, she more than happily submits, allowing it to pull her down into its depths.
After unlatching the door, she cleans herself the best she can of his seed that sticks to her stomach and returns to her bed, removing her robe and pulling her nightgown on once more before crawling into bed. It doesn't take long for sleep to claim her.
She rises as the first rays of light slip through the window and the sound of Talya milling about to prepare the Queen for the day. After bathing, Alicent sits at her vanity, brushing vanilla and musk oils into her hair, and notices the red mark on her neck. Her fingers trace over it, wondering if a bug bit her in the middle of the night before remembering Aemon's lips upon her neck — the memory sends a shiver down her spine. She requests Talya to get her a modest dress with a high collar ( hopefully high enough to cover the mark ).
Talya returns with a dress as the Queen requested and begins helping her dress. It feels silly to wear such a gown in the summer, but she does what she must to hide the mark before heading down to break her fact. )
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Because he had forgotten about her, squandered all of her, and left her bed cold ( or stopped inviting her to his as he never visited her and requested her in the middle of the night ), this privilege that no man other than her lord husband should have is hers to give freely.
No one in the Seven Kingdoms or even the known world deserves it more than Aemond.
That small, prideful smile eases whatever worries she might have had from the shift she felt in the air around them. She loves to see him smile, to know that she is the cause behind it, and she offers one of her own — warm and genuine. )
Goodnight, Aemond. ( Her words are soft as she turns to watch him leave, contending with the aching longing that already threatens to take hold within her chest. It isn't as if she will never see him again, but it doesn't stop her longing when they are separated.
Rising from her bed, Alicent strides to the table before the window to pour herself the last bit of tea. It has already gone cold, but she doesn't mind. She slides her tongue along her lips, tasting the remnants of him ( and herself ) upon them. This is madness, she thinks as she takes a long pull from her cup, empties it, then sets it on the table. And while it might be madness, she more than happily submits, allowing it to pull her down into its depths.
After unlatching the door, she cleans herself the best she can of his seed that sticks to her stomach and returns to her bed, removing her robe and pulling her nightgown on once more before crawling into bed. It doesn't take long for sleep to claim her.
She rises as the first rays of light slip through the window and the sound of Talya milling about to prepare the Queen for the day. After bathing, Alicent sits at her vanity, brushing vanilla and musk oils into her hair, and notices the red mark on her neck. Her fingers trace over it, wondering if a bug bit her in the middle of the night before remembering Aemon's lips upon her neck — the memory sends a shiver down her spine. She requests Talya to get her a modest dress with a high collar ( hopefully high enough to cover the mark ).
Talya returns with a dress as the Queen requested and begins helping her dress. It feels silly to wear such a gown in the summer, but she does what she must to hide the mark before heading down to break her fact. )