( The lack of genuine intimacy in her life, accompanied by years of leaving immediately after such encounters, Alicent isn't sure how to react. Thus, falling back into the schooled and proper demeanor that she always displays. However, it doesn't take away from the fact that she would wish to remain longer if it weren't for duties or the constant eyes looking for her. Wrapped in the warm haze of blissfulness and his body's closeness to hers, she has already spent far too much time here.
As he pulls away from her, she fights the urge to pull him back into her. The conflicting emotions are apparent in the way her brows knit together, and she bites on the inside of her bottom lip.
For a brief moment, she lingers, looking down at him — gaze traveling down his form before pulling away and standing. She walks over to the ewer and basin to wash her hands. Once dry, she smooths her hands down the skirts of her stress, putting them back into place before attempting to fix her hair; she glances over her shoulder at him before heading to the door.
Her fingers wrap around the knob, not pulling it open as her mouth opens and closes several times, fighting as she tries to find what words she wants to say, but when nothing comes out, she leaves. Closing the door behind her, her steps fading into the distance towards her chambers, she anxiously waits for time to pass until supper rolls around. She is the first to arrive in the hall wearing the same dress from earlier, though looking refreshed, and takes her usual seat, wondering who — besides her father — will join her. )
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As he pulls away from her, she fights the urge to pull him back into her. The conflicting emotions are apparent in the way her brows knit together, and she bites on the inside of her bottom lip.
For a brief moment, she lingers, looking down at him — gaze traveling down his form before pulling away and standing. She walks over to the ewer and basin to wash her hands. Once dry, she smooths her hands down the skirts of her stress, putting them back into place before attempting to fix her hair; she glances over her shoulder at him before heading to the door.
Her fingers wrap around the knob, not pulling it open as her mouth opens and closes several times, fighting as she tries to find what words she wants to say, but when nothing comes out, she leaves. Closing the door behind her, her steps fading into the distance towards her chambers, she anxiously waits for time to pass until supper rolls around. She is the first to arrive in the hall wearing the same dress from earlier, though looking refreshed, and takes her usual seat, wondering who — besides her father — will join her. )