darkened sin

dualipa: 31.05.2026 🤍

Ewan Mitchell as Aemond Targaryen House of the Dragon S3 Trailer

"oh no you don't, you little slut." diana said with a laugh as she pulled the diary back before millie could snatch it away. "i'm learning so much about you little sister, and i must say i never thought you'd be into such disgusting things." she taunted, standing from the sofa and slowly making her way over towards millie. "if you wanted to be treated like a cheap whore so badly then you could have just asked, i'd be more than happy to show you exactly what someone like you is meant for."

Millie's heart threatened to beat out of her chest, and her face burned with embarrassment as tears threatened to fall. Of all the people to have found that journal, Diana had to be the absolute worst, though she would have preferred if no one at all had found it. "Give it back," Millie grinds out, too flustered to even begin thinking of a smart retort, and takes an instinctive step back as Diana advances. "Someone like me, yet you're the one practically foaming at the mouth like a cheap whore." She pathetically mocks, her mouth dry as she tries to ignore the traitorous heat in her stomach.

"Wait." He ordered, stopping her before she could begin. "Undress. I want to see all of you." He commanded, voice holding a subtle edge of impatience to it. "Take too long and you'll be explaining to others why your pretty little dress has been cut to tatters." It was the only warning the dragon would give her before he took matters into his own hands.

Celia's hands immediately froze at his command, and a deep flush burned on her face. Somehow, performing such a lewd act while completely bare before him left her feeling even more self-conscious than if she were able to hide beneath her skirts, but she should have known better. He knew how to strip her bare, mentally and physically. Swallowing thickly, Celia allowed her bunched-up skirts to drop before hesitant hands rose to fumble with the ties of her bodice, her fingers shaking clumsily with anticipation as she hurried to save herself from further punishment. Once loosened enough, she slid the garment from her shoulders, as well as her smallclothes, and allowed them to pool at her feet, peering up at him through her lashes for further instructions as her bare skin prickled in the night air.

Finger gripped the arms of the throne, the only outward sign that Dominique was feeling something other elation at finally taking down their old enemy and reclaiming what should have always been theirs. “How could I?” A bitter laugh bubbled out of them, dark and low. A chill seemed to blow through the room, though in their chest an inferno was raging. “Leave us. All of you.” They ordered, waiting until the throne room was cleared of all wandering eyes and listening ears. “How could I…” they repeated those three words again, a sneer flashing over their features for a split second. “How could you?” They threw the accusation back, leaning forward slightly to look at the princess they’d loved so dearly once upon a time. Now that love was twisted into something darker and bitter. “Did you even try to convince your bastard of a father to not send me away? Or do you claim to not know my leaving was his doing, and you just thought I’d disappeared without a trace in the dead of night?”

The bitter-sounding chuckle that echoed throughout the throne room sent a foreboding chill down Celia's spine, and she found that she felt no comfort at being left alone with them. She desperately searched for a sign, small as it might be, that would prove to her that it was her friend sitting in front of her, but she could find nothing, and it was a jarring realization. Even more jarring was the accusation thrown back at her, and for several long moments, Celia could only stare at them, dumbfounded. "My father?" The princess echoed quietly, wide eyes peering up at the other with pure confusion. The truth of the matter was, Celia had thought Dominique had vanished without a word, and no amount of searching or prying had gained her any answers or hints as to where they could have gone; it was as if they had simply vanished into thin air. She'd even ridden into neighboring villages searching for hints, but found nothing. Her father had merely watched his distraught daughter with only vague pity that turned into anger the longer his daughter mourned her friend. She had known her father cared not for her friendship with Dominique, and many times the two had gotten into fights about it - big ones. He would go on about how Dominique was a bad influence on Celia, that their intentions were impure. Really, it had been the only thing the two had ever fought so harshly about, but Celia had refused to bend. To hear it could have been her father to send her only true friend away... "I didn't-" she stuttered, shaking her head vehemently. Unfortunately, it didn't shock her, not as much as she wished it had. But she'd never thought her father to be such a good actor as to lie to her face about the matter while yelling at her to pull herself together as she cried in her room for weeks. "I-I didn't know, truly." She whispers, fresh tears leaking down her cheeks as she sags in on herself. "I-I tried looking everywhere for you."

once there was no one else around, he made a move to grab her but she moved first. she was quick, he'll give her that, and her sudden movement caused a tiny shock to him, but he quickly grabbed her and wrapped a hand around her waist before covering her mouth wiht his other hand. "caught you." he said, his voice deep and playful. "looks like I win the game this time." he moved her with ease, shuffling her against a screen and turning her around so she faced him before he pinned her against the tree, his body against hers as he loosened his hand over her mouth. "you're tiny like this elise...you shouldn't have played this game."

elise was very quickly growing to regret ever setting foot into this stupid game, and her brothers were absolutely stupid for ever suggesting she come. she had to have been the most foolish of them for listening to them, for thinking not that she would make it until the end, but that a simple tap out would be all she would get. instead, a suffocating warmth enveloped her from behind until she was forced around and against a tree, the rough bark scratching at her skin. it took her several moments to clearly make out the face so close to hers, his body pressing unforgivably against her smaller one. she didn't know if she should have been surprised to see jack - it had to have been one of the members that had invited her, but she simply couldn't figure out who, since she had never actually spoken to any of them. now she had a pretty good guess. "let go," she grunted as she wiggled against him in an attempt to release his hold. "what do you want?" she felt foolish asking, but there was a reason she was there, and he knew who she was.

"don't make me repeat myself." he said, his voice low and even. he was trying to mask his anger but he knew he was failing, his aura had been all wrong the whole evening. watching her get whisked away by different men, each one touching her further and further down her back with each movement, she was lucky he didn't start a war by the end of the evening. "if you want to whore yourself out to men while you look for a husband, that is your right my lady. but as your knight, as your protector, it is within my rights to remind you where you belong and who you belong to." he moved the sword slightly before looking at her again. "don't make me repeat myself."

a burning heat settled low in celia's stomach at his low, commanding voice. she knew retribution awaited her the moment she returned to her chambers, a dark gaze that promised punishment having followed her the entire evening as she was passed from man to man, each hand grazing lower and lower upon her back. "i wasn't-" she began at his next words as she bristled with quiet anger, a momentary feeling that was gone almost as quickly as warmth settled between her thighs. truthfully, she had been almost as eager for the promise of punishment as she was weary, but she hadn't been expecting this. she had to bite her tongue from admitting aloud that she only belonged to him, body, mind, and soul. "i belong to no one," she instead petulantly stated, voice quiet and hesitant. but still, she took careful steps until the skirts of her dress brushed against his knees, and hesitantly raised the fabric in fisted hands, cheeks burning hot as she warily eyed the pommel of his sword.

"hmm?" diana replies from the sofa, the diary in question currently in her hands as she flips through it idly. she's read enough to know millie's twisted desires about her and she's already got plenty of ideas running through her head about what to do about them. but first she's going to have a little fun tormenting her stepsister. "what's it look like?" she asks, watching from the corner of her eye as the blonde stands there looking like she wants the floor to open up and swallow her whole. diana flips another page, not trying to hide the journal in the slightest.

millie felt dizzy from the panic whirling inside of her, and so frantic in her search, she didn't even truly take in the sight of diana lounging on the couch, a book in hand. "it's red and has-" she suddenly stops, breath knocked out of her as she finally takes note of the book in diana's hands - her diary. "are you fucking serious right now?" she hisses in anger, embarassment burning her alive from the inside. "give that back!" she demands, stomping forward and swiping for the journal, naively clinging to the hop that her stepsister hadn't gotten too far in reading.

"You heard me." Vyrnos says, not wanting to repeat himself as he holds his sheathed sword steady between the two of them. The silver of pommel shining almost menacingly in the dim candlelit room. He hasn't even bothered to strip out of his armor, heavy gauntlet still covering his hand as he waits for his princess to obey his command. "Or has the attention from all those men made you brave enough to defy me?" He questions, though it's more warning than anything by the iciness in his tone.

"I-" Celia was stunned into absolute speechlessness, stammering as she stared wide-eyed at the eerily calm visage of her knight, knowing exactly what storm was brewing beneath. She had known, with each pass between partners, that retribution for allowing another's hands on her awaited once she returned to her chambers, and a small, dark part of her had been eager, but this wasn't what she had been expecting. "No, sir." Celia finally murmurs obediently, swallowing thickly as his icy tone has a traitorous warmth building low in her stomach that has her shifting in place. Hesitantly, Celia steps forward until the skirts of her dress brush against his armored knees, and unsure hands clench fistfuls of fabric to begin slowly exposing her stocking-clad legs.

erik did not know much about her former kingdom, nor did he truly care. he had spent plenty of time mapping out their weaknesses, and it was only a matter of time before he would conquer them...tonight just happened to be that night. he kept his eye on her asa she spoke, he couldn't help the smirk that spread on his face. every time he took a conquest, they always wanted to act tough. they wanted to act like they held some sort of power on him, but the truth couldn't be further from the truth. he released his hand from beneath her chin, his eyes falling down her physique before speaking again. "if you know what is best for you, you'll be enthusiastic about your new king. consider yourself lucky, I could have simply left you for dead like the rest of the people in your kingdom."

a large part of celia, the part that had kept her silent and docile her entire life, wanted to simply submit to whatever fate would befall her at his hands. but a smaller part that was admittedly louder, reared at the unfairness of it all. "and it would have been your only act of kindness." celia retorts quietly. she had nothing left to lose; no family, no kingdom. death indeed would be kinder. she released the breath she had been holding the moment his touch left her skin, and unwanted tears returned to her eyes. "please, i beg of you. just let me leave." she quietly pleads. she would run far away and start her sorrowful life anew, as long as it was far away from him.

Dominique watched as the woman ranted and raved at them, a hand lifting to keep their guards at bay for the time being. It would be all too easy to have one of them strike Celia's disrespectful mouth, but for the sake of their past friendship they would spare her such punishment...for the moment at least. "And yet here I sit, on the throne that I have claimed as mine." In truth a coup had never been in their plans, it wasn't until the old king had sent them away after learning of their feelings for Celia that the dark thoughts had crept their way in and led to this. "I must say, I'm disappointed. I thought you of all people would be happy to see me again."

The person sitting upon the throne was unrecognizable to Celia. They bore the face of her longtime friend, yet the actions that led them to this moment had left Celia distraught. Right up until she had been brought before Dominique, a large part of Celia had refused to believe that her friend would do such a thing to her, that when she was forced to her knees in front of the throne that had belonged to her father and should have passed down to her, she would see a stranger. And a stranger it was, just not the kind she had hoped for. "How could you?" Celia asked, her voice a quiet tremble as she stared brokenly up at them. The joy she should have felt upon seeing her friend again was overshadowed by betrayal and anger. "I would have been happy had you not betrayed me." She admitted. She had been heartbroken to discover her closest friend had left without even a goodbye or explanation, and this betrayal, coupled with the loss of her father, threatened to consume Celia with grief.

"that's - unusual, i guess." his tone is dry ; not because he doesn't care. quite the complete opposite, in fact. frankie happens to be nervous, if anything. the topic of her stalker makes him uneasy. maybe because he hated seeing her so distraught. maybe because she was stuck between thinking she was losing her mind and rational thinking. or, maybe, because unbeknownst to her, they were talking about himself. he clears his throat, inhaling a small breath. "i can sleep on your couch tonight, if it would ease your mind."

"unusual? that's all you have to say?" diana asks, disbelief bleeding into her voice. she was forcing herself not to become hysterical, not at him, but at the absurdity of it all. she was positive she was being stalked; she could feel eyes on her almost everywhere she went, and she'd begun picking up on the same car always within sight. every person she passed became suspicious to her, as she was sure one of them was the culprit for her paranoia. she'd confided in him because she knew he would take her seriously, knew he had the experience to... to what? protect her? obviously, but at the very least, talk some sense into her. but to hear him so... blase about it made her feel even crazier. "it would," she admitted in a small voice. she'd been losing sleep every night now, getting up every few hours to check and recheck her locks and windows. "i don't want to inconvenience you, i just..." she trailed off with a shake of her head, dropping her head into her hands and rubbing at her face. "i'm sorry," she apologises tiredly.