( Sitting beside Aemond with his hand upon her bare thigh, Alicent wonders what has possessed them to act in such a way. To give in to something viewed as an unforgivable sin to the rest of the realm, those who worship the Old Gods and the New, and yet viewed as a tradition with those who have bloodlines connected to Old Valyria. With this tradition — this need — burned into his blood and bones, it is to be expected of him, and yet she does not have such an excuse to allow such dark and twisted desires to consume her.
How long has his mind been spoiled and tainted by thoughts of her? To know that he has allowed such impure thoughts and desires to fester within him should repulse her, much like the thought of these queer customs one had, and yet she cannot find it within herself, and it would be hypocritical as she betrothed two of her children together.
It leaves her to wonder why she has allowed this to happen, to yield instead of condemning him — and also condemning herself — for his boldness and the dark, impure thoughts of her — his mother. For allowing them to fester to the point of needing to relieve himself. Yet, she stumbled upon him and did not turn away; instead, she watched with admiration and the kindling of a desire that should not exist. How long has she harbored such feelings and desires? How long has she buried them deep within herself, hoping they would never resurface?
What is expected of him through a long line of tradition is not the same for her — to harbor such dark desires for her son of all people is unforgivable. For the first time, Alicent finds herself willing to fall to sin with him upon hearing his reverent confession spoken softly against her thumb. )
What if we give in and instead of purging ourselves, it only stokes the fires to burn hotter and brighter — what then?
( Feeling his body shift, desperate for her touch, Alicent allows her fingers to inch further up his thigh, her index finger pressed into the crook of his thigh as she leans closer, thumb dragging off his lips to hold his chin between it and her index finger while the other fingers remained curled around his jaw. )
Are these fleeting urges of a young man, and in time will you come to regret your actions and resent me? ( Closing the distance between their lips, she brushes hers against his as her eyes flutter closed. Her trembling breath dances across his lips as she utters, ) Promise me, Aemond. Promise me that you will not regret this.
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How long has his mind been spoiled and tainted by thoughts of her? To know that he has allowed such impure thoughts and desires to fester within him should repulse her, much like the thought of these queer customs one had, and yet she cannot find it within herself, and it would be hypocritical as she betrothed two of her children together.
It leaves her to wonder why she has allowed this to happen, to yield instead of condemning him — and also condemning herself — for his boldness and the dark, impure thoughts of her — his mother. For allowing them to fester to the point of needing to relieve himself. Yet, she stumbled upon him and did not turn away; instead, she watched with admiration and the kindling of a desire that should not exist. How long has she harbored such feelings and desires? How long has she buried them deep within herself, hoping they would never resurface?
What is expected of him through a long line of tradition is not the same for her — to harbor such dark desires for her son of all people is unforgivable. For the first time, Alicent finds herself willing to fall to sin with him upon hearing his reverent confession spoken softly against her thumb. )
What if we give in and instead of purging ourselves, it only stokes the fires to burn hotter and brighter — what then?
( Feeling his body shift, desperate for her touch, Alicent allows her fingers to inch further up his thigh, her index finger pressed into the crook of his thigh as she leans closer, thumb dragging off his lips to hold his chin between it and her index finger while the other fingers remained curled around his jaw. )
Are these fleeting urges of a young man, and in time will you come to regret your actions and resent me? ( Closing the distance between their lips, she brushes hers against his as her eyes flutter closed. Her trembling breath dances across his lips as she utters, ) Promise me, Aemond. Promise me that you will not regret this.