( The young prince was not alone with his thoughts as they also plagued his mother. Leaving her listless, pacing the confines of her chamber — the memory of his touch seared into her mind, feeling his phantom touch upon her skin, leaving her equally wanting.
More thoughts to torment her restless and wakeful hours when sleep eludes her. Often leaving her to her thoughts and desperate prayers — no matter how hard she prays to the gods, she knows she will not find absolution for the sins she committed with him. But, in these hours when she is needed to be present, Alicent knows she must endure to push them to the back of her mind, but they continue to slither to the forefront. Leaving her with a need she has never experienced before as she has never wanted in such a way.
Upon hearing the door open, the queen glances up to meet her father's gaze, to whom she nods. His stature shielded the view of her son behind him until they take their separate paths to seat themselves at the table.
Seeing him again so soon after giving in to their sinful desires brings the vividness of those memories slamming into the forefront of her mind once more. His lips upon hers. The burning of his touch. The feeling of his throbbing wants in her hand. All of it there, leaving her mouth dry as she watches him with a soft flush to her cheeks as she swallows down the lump that has formed in her throat.
She catches his passing glance, offering a small, gentle smile with an upturn to the corners of her lips, but he's looked away before it manages to form on them as she is slower to smile these days, and it immediately falters. Pulling her bottom lip between her teeth, she chews on it as she slides her hands beneath the table, rubbing the nail of one thumb against the other as she forces herself to look around. )
We should give Aegon and Helaena a few minutes to see if they will join us.
( Turning to the hand, ) Do you know if —
His Grace is still unwell and will be taking supper in his chambers.
( She nods, turning to sit properly in her chair to steal another glance at Aemond. )
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More thoughts to torment her restless and wakeful hours when sleep eludes her. Often leaving her to her thoughts and desperate prayers — no matter how hard she prays to the gods, she knows she will not find absolution for the sins she committed with him. But, in these hours when she is needed to be present, Alicent knows she must endure to push them to the back of her mind, but they continue to slither to the forefront. Leaving her with a need she has never experienced before as she has never wanted in such a way.
Upon hearing the door open, the queen glances up to meet her father's gaze, to whom she nods. His stature shielded the view of her son behind him until they take their separate paths to seat themselves at the table.
Seeing him again so soon after giving in to their sinful desires brings the vividness of those memories slamming into the forefront of her mind once more. His lips upon hers. The burning of his touch. The feeling of his throbbing wants in her hand. All of it there, leaving her mouth dry as she watches him with a soft flush to her cheeks as she swallows down the lump that has formed in her throat.
She catches his passing glance, offering a small, gentle smile with an upturn to the corners of her lips, but he's looked away before it manages to form on them as she is slower to smile these days, and it immediately falters. Pulling her bottom lip between her teeth, she chews on it as she slides her hands beneath the table, rubbing the nail of one thumb against the other as she forces herself to look around. )
We should give Aegon and Helaena a few minutes to see if they will join us.
( Turning to the hand, ) Do you know if —
His Grace is still unwell and will be taking supper in his chambers.
( She nods, turning to sit properly in her chair to steal another glance at Aemond. )