( Settling into the oversized chair that makes her already petite frame look smaller than it is, Alicent sits straight with her back lush against the chair with her arms draped over the chair — her finger idly drumming or smoothing over the curved edge as she waits for the rest of the council to file in.
Had she known the dress would be this much of a distraction to her son, she would have requested Talya bring her something else. More aware of his gaze than before, it is hard to ignore how it lingers on her and the exposed skin on her chest. Her chest rises and falls as she breathes, filling the space with each full breath, and the roundness of her breasts becomes more prominent as they press against the bodice.
Relief washes over her when the Hand speaks, pulling Aemond's attention ( mostly ) away from her.
Sitting in this chair behind closed doors, she is a different woman — no longer hunched in on herself with her hands clasped together with a barely noticeable presence that allows many to overlook her as she blends into the shadows but one that sits with pride and authority as she governs over the council in her husband's stead for the betterment of the realm. She nods to the other members as they enter, her features smooth and even with the occasional half-smile turning the corners of her lips up.
When things finally begin, she and the other members of the council broach the topics they wish to discuss. Once that concludes, she addresses everyone, saying Prince Aemond wishes to observe and speak with the council. She barely finishes her sentence before Lord Beesbury begins droning on about the taxation, and her features falter momentarily before she pulls herself together. It would be rude and unladylike to appear bored despite how her mind already begins wandering.
Her gaze flits over the other members, noting their interest — or rather disinterest — and decorum. Slowly her head shifts to Aemond, warm brown eyes slowly dragging over what she can see of him. It is good to see him and have him here beside her. Raising her hand, she smooths it down her neck, the collar of her dress lowering just enough that he can see the mark he left upon her unblemished skin. Her mouth twitches into a small smile, mostly present on the side closest to him, before readjusting the collar to cover it once more. )
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Had she known the dress would be this much of a distraction to her son, she would have requested Talya bring her something else. More aware of his gaze than before, it is hard to ignore how it lingers on her and the exposed skin on her chest. Her chest rises and falls as she breathes, filling the space with each full breath, and the roundness of her breasts becomes more prominent as they press against the bodice.
Relief washes over her when the Hand speaks, pulling Aemond's attention ( mostly ) away from her.
Sitting in this chair behind closed doors, she is a different woman — no longer hunched in on herself with her hands clasped together with a barely noticeable presence that allows many to overlook her as she blends into the shadows but one that sits with pride and authority as she governs over the council in her husband's stead for the betterment of the realm. She nods to the other members as they enter, her features smooth and even with the occasional half-smile turning the corners of her lips up.
When things finally begin, she and the other members of the council broach the topics they wish to discuss. Once that concludes, she addresses everyone, saying Prince Aemond wishes to observe and speak with the council. She barely finishes her sentence before Lord Beesbury begins droning on about the taxation, and her features falter momentarily before she pulls herself together. It would be rude and unladylike to appear bored despite how her mind already begins wandering.
Her gaze flits over the other members, noting their interest — or rather disinterest — and decorum. Slowly her head shifts to Aemond, warm brown eyes slowly dragging over what she can see of him. It is good to see him and have him here beside her. Raising her hand, she smooths it down her neck, the collar of her dress lowering just enough that he can see the mark he left upon her unblemished skin. Her mouth twitches into a small smile, mostly present on the side closest to him, before readjusting the collar to cover it once more. )