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"Lady Kaelya Mallister, your grace" the guard announced as the sword maiden strode into the council chamber. Rhaenyra turned from the window she'd been gazing out of to greet her guest and what she saw took her breath away. Kaeyla was a few inches taller than the princess with long black hair slightly tousled from travelling, flawless pale skin and hazel eyes with tiny flecks of silver. She wore dark leather armour adorned by a grey cloak along with cracked leather gloves and muddied boots. Not the most appropriate attire for meeting royalty but Kaeyla didn't seem like the type who followed the usual formalities of court, Rhaenyra liked that. Her eyes were then drawn to the striking crest of House Mallister on Kaeyla's chest, an indigo shield featuring a silver eagle with a red tongue. Rhaenyra had encountered female soldiers before but they were much taller, burlier and rough around the edges which made them quite intimidating. Kaeyla however possessed both feminine grace and the stoicism of a seasoned warrior. If Rhaenyra hadn't been so awestruck by her she would have been quite jealous.

Kaeyla was also quite taken with the princess, she'd heard stories of her beauty but nothing compared to seeing it for herself. Now she knew why Rhaenyra was called 'The Realm's Delight', if it wasn't for her perfect bone structure it would be for her amethyst eyes or her long white-blond hair as bright as the sun. "Good afternoon, your grace" Kaeyla eventually said, bowing her head. Her voice was surprisingly gentle yet resolute, much like her. "Greetings Lady Mallister" Rhaenyra replied then spotted the longsword at Kaeyla's side, "I see you're a sword maiden, a woman after my own heart". This was true. Rhaenyra had always wanted to wield a sword herself but her lineage meant she was destined for the throne, not the battlefield. Kaeyla's fingers flexed around the sword's hilt, an involuntary reaction. "You flatter me your grace" she responded graciously. Rhaenyra smiled then gave a subtle nod to the guard to tell him to wait outside. Once he was gone she took a few steps closer to Kaeyla. "So, what bring you here to me today?" she asked. "I come with a message from Lord Jason Mallister. He pledges his army and allegiance to you and fully backs your claim for the Iron Throne. My House stands ready to fight in your honour". Rhaenyra's father (King Viserys) had mentioned the Mallisters prior to his death, they were loyal to the Targaryens and although their House was small they were excellent fighters and very worthy allies. "Excellent. My father spoke very highly of your House, Lady Mallister. I will gladly accept your Lord's pledge". Then to Rhaenyra's surprise Kaeyla knelt before her and lowered her head, "on behalf of my House and as witnessed by the old gods and the new I bend the knee to you, my Queen". Rhaenyra's breath hitched at the sight of this attractive warrior down on one knee before her, pledging loyalty and submitting willingly. "R-rise, Lady Mallister" she managed to say after a few dumbstruck moments. Kaeyla got to her feet and tried to conceal a smirk when she clocked Rhaenyra's pink cheeks.

Rhaenyra vaguely recalled meeting Lord Jason when she was a child, he was a large intimidating man but he had been kind to her and helped her look for her favourite wooden dragon toy when she lost it in the gardens. Now, standing in Kaeyla's presence, she could sense the family connection. "My uncle sends his apologies for not coming here himself. He is currently away negotiating with House Tully" Kaeyla explained. "Lord Jason is your uncle?" "Yes, he taught me how to fight" Kaeyla said matter-of-factly. "Really? I must admit I'm rather envious. My father was not so willing to teach me how to use a sword, as much as I pestered him to" Rhaenyra said. Kaeyla tilted her head in curiosity, "you wanted to fight your grace?" "Yes. But I'm much more formidable on the back of a dragon than on the battlefield" she assured, thinking back to the many times she'd flown over Westeros on Syrax. "I don't doubt it, though I think you would have made a formidable warrior too. I've heard stories about you and your...tenacity" Kaeyla said, with enough intrigue to pique Rhaenyra's interest. "Oh have you now?" she mused and took another step closer, "prey tell. What are these stories?" "Well I've heard that you were quite the rebellious teenager. Never afraid to speak your mind and determined to follow your own path" Kaeyla told her, "not to mention getting up to all kinds of mischief that didn't exactly befit a princess". Rhaenyra chuckled, impressed that Kaeyla had obtained such knowledge about her. "Those stories are true. I was indeed an unruly teenager. But who says I stopped there?" She was now standing just a foot away from Kaeyla, looking up at her with violet eyes that gleamed with devilry. "I continue to speak my mind, follow my own path and I still enjoy the odd bit of mischief". "Do you now? What kind of mischief?" Kaeyla pondered. Rhaenyra gasped in mock exasperation. "A woman never reveals such secrets Lady Mallister, especially a princess" she teased. Kaeyla grinned and bit her own lip, "that naughty huh?" Rhaenyra didn't have to answer, the knowing look said it all. She hummed in quiet confirmation then sauntered over to an armchair, sitting with one leg crossed over the other then gesturing for Kaeyla to take the seat opposite.

After discussing terms and tactics for well over an hour, Kaeyla decided to take her leave and rose from her seat. "Well it's been a pleasure meeting you your grace, but I won't keep you from your duties any longer" Kaeyla said with a parting. "Kaeyla please, there's no need for such formalities now we're friends" Rhaenyra replied dismissively, "just call me Rhaenyra". "As you wish...Rhaenyra". The sound of her name in Kaeyla's silvery voice sent a wave of goosebumps over Rhaenyra's pale skin. "I must say I've thoroughly enjoyed your company today, you're a truly fascinating woman" Rhaenyra said, "I do hope our paths cross again". "Likewise. I'll actually be staying in King's Landing for a while. My uncle wanted me to experience life beyond the Bear Islands. So you'll likely see me around". "Really?!" Rhaenyra exclaimed trying (and failing) to contain her delight, "in that case allow me to be your tour guide. I'll show you everything King's Landing has to offer". "But surely you more have important things to-" Rhaenyra cut Kaeyla off by placing a hand on her shoulder, trying to ignore the solid muscle she could feel underneath. "Please...I insist". Kaeyla agreed and was looking forward to exploring the city with the princess, little did she know Rhaenyra was planning ahead. "Come by my chambers later this evening. There's a particular place I'd like to take you to" Rhaenyra said, a hint of that teenage mischief in her voice. She knew exactly where she wanted to take Kaeyla, it was a place that she had visited in the past and now she had the perfect excuse to return. "Alright, I'll see you then" Kaeyla bid farewell and turned to leave. "Oh and Kaeyla?" She turned back, her name sounding like a sweet melody on Rhaenyra's lips. "Ditch the sword and armour but bring a dagger, just in case". Kaeyla nodded in agreement, she bid Rhaenyra another farewell before finally exiting the chamber.

The princess smiled to herself, thoughts of this remarkable woman were still fresh in her mind along with questions she desperately sought the answers to. What was her body like under that armour? How did she sound in the throws of passion? What did she taste like? How did she feel skin-to-skin? The possibilities were endless and stirred so many lustful feelings in Rhaenyra. She was very much looking forward to this evening.

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Later on Rhaenyra sat in her chambers eagerly awaiting Kaeyla's arrival. She hadn't stopped thinking about her all day and her imagination was running wild with things that could happen during tonight's little adventure. But she was soon snapped out of her fantasies by a gentle knock on the door. She took a few moments to tidy her hair and brush down her dress before answering, even though she'd been ready for hours. She swung the door open and there stood Kaeyla. She had done as requested and swapped her armour for a maroon tunic with black pants. She kept her cloak and boots from earlier but swapped her sword for a dagger strapped to her thigh. Her dark hair was still a little unkempt but Rhaenyra didn't mind, it only added to her charm. "Good evening" Kaeyla said in a dulcet tone that almost made Rhaenyra swoon. "Oh my. G-good evening" Rhaenyra sputtered, trying hard not to stare at the exposed bit of chest revealed by the tunic's laced neckline. "Is now not a good time?" Kaeyla asked, noticing her jitteriness. "No! I mean yes! It's fine. You just look..." "Apologies, these are the only other clothes I have with me. Are they suitable?" "Yes you look...rather lovely" Rhaenyra said, finally managing to look her in the eye. Kaeyla blushed, "as do you my Queen". Rhaenyra's heart fluttered with giddiness, "why thank you". They exchanged shy smiles then Rhaenyra grabbed a dark cloak from a chair and pulled up the hood, "follow me and try to stay quiet".

The pair stealthily crept through the Keep under the cover of semi-darkness, most of the staff had turned in for the night and the guards were either at their stations or off on night patrols. They eventually came to a wooden door that was hidden behind a large tapestry, Rhaenyra took the key from her pocket and unlocked it with a soft click. Inside was a dark passageway that seemed to go on forever. Rhaenyra procured a torch from a nearby scone and held it aloft as she led the way in. "This passage leads right into the city" she whispered, "I used to sneak out this way when I was that rebellious teenager you mentioned". Kaelya let out a laugh that echoed slightly off the walls, "so where are we actually going?" "Ever heard of The Street of Silk?" Kaeyla shook her head. "It's probably the liveliest place in King's Landing, where men and women of loose morals gather to enjoy themselves and indulge in pleasure "Rhaenyra explained. "What do you mean by 'loose morals'"? Rhaenyra tittered at Kaelya's naivety, "you'll find out soon enough my dear warrior".

When they reached the end of the passageway they stepped out onto a backstreet behind a butcher's, the cool night air a welcome relief from the previous dense heat. "This way" Rhaenyra muttered and grabbed Kaeyla's hand. She navigated them through the labyrinthian streets and alleyways until they reached their destination. The Street of Silk was a bustling hive of people from all walks of life, a complete contrast to the near-silent streets they'd just been through. Beautiful women and handsome men in expensive-looking clothes and jewellery were enticing patrons into their establishments using their natural charms. Locals of various ages, occupations, classes and genders walked by, some holding hands in couples or groups and some on their own. "This is the famous Street of Silk. It's filled with the most tempting men and women in King's Landing, perhaps even the whole of Westeros" Rhaenyra boasted. She could hardly contain her excitement as she looked up at Kaelya who was taking in the sights with wide eyes, clearly she was not accustomed to such a place. "Cat got your tongue Lady Mallister?" Rhaenyra teased. "Gods...this place is...wow" Kaeyla sputtered as a particularly attractive pair of women sauntered past, whispering to each other as they took her in. "These men and women provide certain services for the right price. Though I'm sure you're already aware of that by now" Rhaenyra assumed. "Mmhmm" Kaeyla hummed, only half-listening as one of the women blew her a kiss. Rhaenyra couldn't help but giggle to herself as the blush crawled up Kaeyla's neck, she was going to have a lot of fun tonight.

As they strolled through the long street Kaeyla turned to the princess, "so do you come here a lot?" "No" Rhaenyra answered, "I try not to come here too often for obvious reasons. But I have needs just like any woman does, desires that go far beyond courtly life". Kaeyla swallowed, trying hard not to picture Rhaenyra in those times of need. "There's a particular woman I like to call upon when I am in need of such company. Her name is Mysaria, she runs most of the Street of Silk" she explained. "Oh, so she's the...what do they call it...the madam?" "Yes exactly. She's also not from Westeros, she's from the Free City of Lys". "I see" Kaelya said then something occurred to her that made her stop in her tracks, "wait...so you've been with women before?" Rhaenyra grinned as she stopped too, "what gave me away Lady Mallister? The fact I'm not currently with a man? That I frequent a place like this? Or maybe because I mentioned having certain 'needs'?" "I-I don't know, I just didn't expect it from a princess". "Well, I think we've established by now that I'm no ordinary princess. The gods blessed me with a fierce and willful spirit but I also like to indulge in my desires. Whether or not other people approve of them is of little concern to me. I do whatever, and whoever, I want" Rhaenyra hinted, her honeyed words dripping with suggestion. "What the in the hells have I got myself into?" Kaelya thought.

The pair continued down the street taking in the many extraordinary sights, sounds and smells until Rhaenyra spotted a familiar face. "Ah! Mysaria! We were just talking about you" Rhaenyra welcomed with delight as an exotic-looking woman approached them. The Lady of Lys was indeed beautiful and slightly mysterious. She had fine jet black hair tied back in an elaborate braid, large brown eyes, tan skin and plump lips. She had a calm and composed air about her and carried herself with a regal elegance similar to Rhaenyra. "Good evening princess. How are you this evening?" Mysaria purred in an accent unfamiliar to Kaeyla. "I am very well thank you. I'd like you to meet Kaeyla Mallister, it's her first time in King's Landing so I'm showing her around" Rhaenyra said, gesturing to Kaeyla. "A pleasure to meet you my Lady" Kaeyla greeted and held out her hand. Mysaria accepted it but instead of a handshake she brought Kaeyla's hand to her lips and planted a kiss on her knuckles. "The pleasure is mine, Lady Mallister. It's not often I get to meet two exceedingly attractive women at the same time". "I could say the same" Kaeyla agreed smoothly, causing both the princess and the madam to blush. "Kaeyla and I would like to enjoy ourselves this evening. I was wondering if you had any suggestions? I want to show her something...special" Rhaenyra asked. Mysaria tapped her chin and looked Kaeyla up and down approvingly, "hmm I do have something in mind that would suit you both". "Y-you do?" Kaeyla stuttered, suddenly feeling very nervous. Rhaenyra chuckled and whispered something to Mysaria, she nodded in return and they exchanged a sly smirk before turning back to Kaeyla. "Trust me Lady Mallister, I have a talent for knowing what people want. You're in good hands" Mysaria assured her. With a final glance between the women, Kaeyla took a deep breath and made her decision. "Lead the way then".

Kaeyla and Rhaenyra followed Mysaria to one of the fancier buildings in the Street of Silk. It was tall and painted dark red with a decorated sign above the entrance that read 'Les Chambres d'Amour' in a golden cursive. Kaeyla looked up at the place in awe. "Do you like it? This is where I usually come to fulfill those needs I mentioned" Rhaenyra murmured. "Yeah it's...big" Kaeyla replied. "Well I promised you something special didn't I? Just wait until you see the inside" With that Rhaenyra linked arms with her and ventured inside. As soon as they entered they were hit with strong aromas of incense along with a hint of sweat. There were vases of fresh flowers in every corner, but even their sweet floral scent couldn't disguise the unmistakable smell of sex in the air. The decor inside matched the outside, dark red walls with fancy mahogany furniture and gold fittings. "This way ladies" Mysaria said, motioning for them to follow her upstairs.

As they walked down a dimly lit corridor lined with doors to private rooms they heard faint moans and gasps coming from each one. Kaeyla's stomach fluttered with nerves and arousal, she had no idea what to expect but she was eager to find out. They eventually came to a door at the very end and Mysaria turned to them with a glint in her eye. "Here we are. I hope you're ready Lady Mallister, what you are about to experience will be unlike anything you've ever encountered before. I guarantee it". Kaeyla gulped, "Seven help me".

Alicent Hightower had grown wary. Despite being the Dowager Queen, the importance of her role at King's Landing was steadily diminishing. A terrible war was brewing yet nobody was willing to listen to what she had to say, not even her children. One was a foolish King on the brink of death, another was lost in her own world mourning her murdered child, and the third was a ruthless Prince hellbent on power and revenge.

The Red Keep was in a state of filth and disrepair, allies were wavering, the people had started to revolt and turned against her and her family at a crucial time. But whenever Alicent tried to put her views forward or assert what little power she had she was overthrown and eventually ended up being thrown off the council by her own son, Aemond.

Her husband was dead, her children ignored her, her father was banished, her brother and former lover were away in battle and the friend she once trusted most in the world was now the leader of the opposing side in the war. The loneliness weighed down heavily on Alicent's shoulders and she had all but given up hope. But she wasn't entirely alone, there was still one person she could rely on. Her personal guard, Lady Lydia Blacktyde.

Alicent and Lydia became close friends after Lydia was assigned to protect the Dowager Queen. Alicent felt surprisingly at ease with a female guard by her side and she often confided in Lydia about her thoughts and feelings. Lydia was kind and patient and always made time for Alicent, her loyalty unwavering.

Alicent was also impressed by Lydia's combat skills and the other soldiers spoke highly of her impressive prowess on the battlefield. She showed great strength along with surprising dexterity. Alicent would often find herself visiting the training yard to observe her sparring from afar, silently cheering on her lady knight.

But despite this Alicent was still miserable and desperate to escape King's Landing. She wanted to just run away and forget about her so-called duties, even if it was just for a single day. She'd fantasised about it during her loneliest hours and before long a plan started to formulate in her head. She knew what to do and planned everything meticulously, now she just needed the aid and company of the person she trusted most in the world.

One afternoon Alicent summoned Lydia to her chambers. "You wished to see me your grace?" the knight said as she entered, standing to attention in her immaculately polished armour. "Yes, I wish to take a trip into the woods for a few days" Alicent replied firmly. "I see" Lydia said with a hint of confusion, "I'll arrange for a group of guards to escort-". "No guards". "Well...I'll ask for some handmaidens-" "No handmaidens. Just you". "Me?" Lydia questioned. "Yes. I'm sick of this place, sick of the people and the whispers. I need to leave. The sooner the better" Alicent said, the determination clear in her tone. "But you have duties here and your children-" "Let's face it Lydia, if I ran off today and never came back I wouldn't be missed". A wave of sympathy washed over Lydia as Alicent spoke, she hated to admit that there was a sad truth behind her words. "There would be some that would miss you your grace" Lydia admitted shyly. Alicent knew exactly what she meant by that and the sentiment warmed her heart. She cupped Lydia's cheek and spoke softly, "which is why I only want you to accompany me". Lydia smiled, "then I would be happy to".

-

The next morning Alicent and Lydia set off on their trip, horses readied with a few small satchels of supplies. After a while they found a small clearing perfectly hidden away from civilisation and began to set up camp. While Lydia pitched their tents and started a small fire, Alicent took a stroll to a nearby lake. For a while she just stood there watching the water flow beneath the steam emanating from it. The only sounds were the soft rustling of trees, birds chirping and the gentle trickle of water. She basked in the tranquillity and for the first time in years her mind was quiet and her soul was at peace.

The lake itself looked very inviting, Alicent stripped down to her smallclothes and took careful steps into the water. As treaded deeper she felt the level gradually rising up her body, the warm temperature wrapping around her like a blanket. When she reached the centre she laid on her back and drifted along the surface weightlessly, her auburn locks spreading out behind her. She looked up at the greying clouds and contemplated her existence.

Back at camp Lydia had finally finished setting everything up, but when she turned Alicent was nowhere to be seen. A flash of panic came over her and she quickly set off to find her. When she eventually reached the lake she stopped dead in her tracks, captivated by the scene in front of her. She watched as Alicent swayed her wrists to keep herself afloat in the water, gazing up at the sky completely lost in her own thoughts. The idea of this trip had been a little strange to the knight at first but as she observed her Lady from afar she realised it was exactly what Alicent needed. Lydia smiled to herself then turned away and walked back to camp, not wanting to disturb and safe in the knowledge that Alicent was happy.

As the sun began to set Alicent returned to camp, wet and shivery. "Your grace!" Lydia exclaimed as she sprang up and wrapped a fur shawl around Alicent, helping her dry off then pulling it tighter. "Th-th-thank you L-Lydia" Alicent said through chattering teeth. "Here, sit by the fire and keep warm. Dinner is almost ready" Lydia said, guiding her to a log by the campfire. "Wh-what are we having?" Alicent asked. "Rabbit stew" Lydia told her. "You m-made a stew? Out here?" Alicent asked, surprised and impressed. "Yes, I came prepared with ingredients. Except for the rabbit obviously". Alicent watched as Lydia prepared the food, her calloused hands stirring and chopping. She found her attentiveness endearing and rather attractive, it had been a very long time since someone made a fuss over her like this or even cared about her at all. She was grateful for it and realised she made the right decision in bringing her along.

It was strange for Alicent to see Lydia out of her armour for once. She was dressed down wearing a simple beige tunic with the sleeves rolled up along with brown pants and leather boots. Alicent took notice of how muscular her body was, particularly her arms and legs. She even got a little flustered when watching Lydia's forearms flex as she picked up heavy objects with minimal effort. "Stop it Alicent. She's your guard for Heaven's sake!" she chastised herself.

Alicent eventually warmed up thanks to the heat from the fire and the delicious hot meal inside her full belly now. "So...did you have fun in the lake?" Lydia asked with a knowing smirk. Alicent blinked in surprise at being called out but she wasn't offended, if anything she quite liked the idea of Lydia watching her. "Yes it was lovely, I could have stayed there all day" she said dreamily. "You looked beautiful, like a mermaid" Lydia complimented. Alicent giggled and her cheeks pinked, "how long were you watching me for?" "Just a few minutes. I came to find you but you looked so peaceful that I just left you to it" she told her. "I appreciate that Lydia" Alicent said gratefully. "Not at all, your grace". "Lydia please, I've told you there's no need for formalities when we're alone. Just call me Alicent". "OK as you wish then...Alicent" Lydia repeated with a coy smile. Alicent blushed again, hearing Lydia say her name sparked something new inside her.

Night had fallen and Alicent stared up at the stars twinkling in the sky. "When do you plan on returning to King's Landing?" Lydia asked, interrupting Alicent's thoughts. "I don't" she stated. "But...you can't stay out here forever" Lydia insisted. "Why not? No one would care, I doubt they've even noticed I've gone" Alicent said bitterly. "That's not true-" "Well I don't see any search parties do you?" Alicent snapped, "no guards on horseback frantically scouring the land for their precious Dowager Queen". "Does that mean no one cares about me?" Lydia retorted, "I don't see anyone looking for me either". Alicent hesitated, "it's not the same and you know it". "You're right. It's not. But that doesn't mean no one cares" Lydia said firmly, "if I'm gone too they'll likely have figured out you're with me and assumed you're safe". "I suppose you have a point" Alicent replied reluctantly. After a few moments of awkward silence Lydia spoke, "if you ever went missing I would search the whole of Westeros looking for you". Alicent's head snapped up, "y-you would?" "Yes. It's my duty as your personal guard...and your friend". They stared at each other across the fire before tears began to run down Alicent's face, in that moment she broke and the weight of everything crashed down on her all at once. Lydia didn't ask questions, she rushed over and held her, rubbing her back and hushing her. Seeing Alicent so upset broke Lydia's heart, she wept for what seemed like hours and Lydia didn't let go.

Once Alicent had worn herself out from crying, she fell asleep with her head on Lydia's lap. She ran her fingers through Alicent's thick hair and watched over her, this was probably the first decent sleep the Dowager Queen had had in a long time so she didn't dare wake her. She eventually scooped her up and laid her down inside one of the tents but as she went to crawl out Alicent stirred. "Lydia" she called out in a daze. "Yes it's me, I'm here" Lydia replied softly. Alicent gripped her arm, "don't leave me". Lydia hesitated, "but-". "Please. I don't want to be alone tonight" Alicent pleaded. Without thinking Lydia crawled back into the tent and squeezed herself in beside Alicent. "Thank you" Alicent whispered and snuggled into her guard, one arm around her waist and her face nuzzled in her shoulder. They laid together in silence as Alicent idly drew patterns with her finger on Lydia's toned stomach. "You're the only person I can fully trust Lydia. You've always been there when I needed someone. I hope you know how much I appreciate you" Alicent said. "I do" Lydia murmured. "You mean a great deal to me, as more than just my guard...or my friend" she confessed. Lydia's heart skipped a beat, even in the near darkness they could see their desire and affection reflected in the other's faces. Lydia's eyes flickered down to Alicent's lips for a brief second and it was all the permission Alicent needed. She leaned in and their lips met in a soft lingering kiss. It was tentative at first but quickly deepened as the passion swelled, but Lydia suddenly pulled back. "Alicent, I can't-" Lydia whispered, her mouth centimetres away from Alicent's. "My darling you can" Alicent said cupping her cheek, "there's no one here but us. I want this and I think you do too". "But-" "Please...no buts. Just us. You and me. Tonight. Under the stars". The love in Alicent's large brown eyes and the subtle plea in her voice was enough for Lydia, she too wanted this more than anything so she leaned in and their lips met once again.

Still cupping Lydia's cheek, Alicent rolled on her back so Lydia was pressed against her on top. She felt the knight's strong hands caress her every dip and curve of her body, each squeeze making her whimper into her mouth. Lydia's lips trailed along Alicent's neck and jawline, her skin tasted like vanilla and was as smooth as silk. Alicent parted her legs so Lydia could settle between them, creating an ever-so-slight friction as Lydia planted sweet little kisses across her chest. Alicent whimpers soon turned into moans and her fingers tangled in Lydia's ebony hair. "Mark me" she pleaded, "I want to feel the pain". Lydia lifted her head, "no. You're not going to feel any pain tonight, I'm going to give you the pleasure you deserve and make you feel wonderful". Alicent's heart swelled at the promise, she searched Lydia's face for any sign of mockery or deceit but all she found was sincerity. "Let me see you" Alicent murmured. Lydia sat up, untucked her shirt and slowly lifted it over her head revealing her slim yet muscular body. Her breasts were wrapped in bandages, presumably to strap them down under her armour, but this didn't deter Alicent. "Gods...you're beautiful" Alicent gasped and wasted no time in smothering her torso in soft eager kisses, tracing the lines of her muscles with her fingers.

Lydia laid Alicent back down on the furs and lifted her nightdress off as Alicent unbuttoned Lydia's pants. Alicent loved the feeling of Lydia's hard body pressed against hers, the skin-on-skin contact like fire now they were down to their undergarments. She was surprised by how tender Lydia was, she was a warrior so she had expected (and secretly wanted) to be handled roughly. But Lydia was proving to be quite the opposite; affectionate, loving and gentle. Alicent felt safe in her arms, completely shielded from the world outside of their tent. The only thing that mattered tonight was them. "I need you Lydia" Alicent whispered in her ear before nipping at her lobe. "I need you too Alicent" Lydia whispered back, "I've needed you for a long time". Alicent's eyes widened a little at this revelation, all this time they had been harbouring feelings for each other and neither knew. Until tonight. "Make love to me" she pleaded, "I need to feel you. Everywhere".

From there their kisses became much more passionate, lips crashing and tongues wrestling. Undergarments and bandages had been discarded, bare skin and immense heat the only things between them now. They rolled their hips in time with each other, building tension through friction. Lydia made her way down Alicent's body paying deliberate attention to every single part of her. Alicent whined as Lydia took her nipples into her mouth, kneading the other breast with the perfect amount of pressure. She arched her back when her mouth roamed over her stomach and hissed when she reached her thighs. Lydia gripping the flesh and sliding her tongue down the inside, edging closer and closer to Alicent's core. "Please Lydia!" she cried out. Lydia ghosted her mouth over the place Alicent needed her the most, inhaling her scent and admiring the view of her Lady writhing above her. She couldn't resist for long and her tongue darted out to taste. Alicent let out a sharp gasp as she felt the tip of Lydia's tongue swirl around her sensitive clit, her body already trembling. "M-more...please!" she begged and threw her head back as soon as Lydia went deeper. She was fully exploring Alicent now and couldn't get enough, she tasted like the finest wine and moaned like the sweetest music.

Lydia was driving Alicent wild by changing pace and pressure, Alicent wanted to prolong this incredible feeling for as long as possible but now she was struggling to hold on. "Lydia! I'm cl-close..." "Let go Alicent, let the pleasure wash over you". The romantic demand sent Alicent over the edge. She bolted upright and grabbed a fistful of Lydia's hair pushing her head in so far that she could barely breathe, not that Lydia was complaining. Alicent's heavenly moans tore through the silent night air along with cries of her knight's name. She flopped back down onto the plush furs, panting and covered in a light layer of sweat with her hair sprawled out around her. Lydia crawled up her body and smiled, her mouth still glistening. Alicent held her cheek. "How long?" she asked and Lydia instantly knew what she was referring to. "Since the first time I saw you" Lydia answered truthfully. Alicent choked up, happy tears forming in her eyes this time. "Hey now, no need to cry" Lydia reassured her. "If I'd have known sooner-" Alicent started. "Shhh, it's ok. You know now and you'll always have me, until my last breath" Lydia declared. Alicent threw her arms around her and sobbed again, but this time it was because she was so touched and overwhelmed with love.

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The following morning Alicent and Lydia woke up to the sound of birds singing and crickets chirping. They were wrapped up in each other in a spooning position, Lydia was naturally the big spoon. She greeted Alicent with a kiss on the cheek, her arm still securely around her waist. "Good morning" she murmured. "Mmm good morning" Alicent hummed. "Sleep well?" "That was the best night's sleep I've had in months" Alicent said, the sleep still evident in her voice. "Good. You deserved the rest". Just then Alicent's stomach rumbled loudly and they both laughed at the interruption. "Is someone hungry?" Lydia teased. "Just a little" Alicent tittered. "I'll make us some breakfast". But as Lydia went to pull away Alicent whined and held onto the arm around her waist. "No! Stay with me" she insisted. "But this hungry monster needs feeding" Lydia said playfully, poking Alicent's tummy. "Oh fine then. But it better be good" Alicent joked and watched Lydia exit the tent.

After a hearty breakfast of bread, meats and cheeses Alicent took Lydia's hand. "Come with me" she said and led her a little way from the camp. They soon arrived at the lake Alicent was swimming in yesterday. "Fancy an early morning dip?" Alicent asked, already tugging at Lydia's clothes. "It looks hot" Lydia said cautiously, noticing the steam. "It's not I promise, it's perfect". Lydia decided to trust Alicent on this one, even though she wasn't a fan of water. They stripped each other down and stepped in together, Alicent gently coaxing Lydia. The temperature was the same as yesterday, much to Lydia's relief. They washed each other and had some mischievous fun splashing around. Alicent swam over to Lydia and held her, their wet bodies melding together in a loving embrace. "I love it here. It's like our own little world with no one to bother us" Alicent said wistfully. "It is, we can stay out here as long as you want". "How about forever?" Lydia chuckled, "maybe not forever but I've packed plenty of supplies to last us a few more days at least. We can hunt, play in the lake, snuggle by the campfire and make love under the stars". "Sounds perfect" Alicent said, followed by a kiss. Her tone then turned more serious. "When we get back to the Keep I want this, us, to carry on" she said, "I know it's not conventional but I can't help how I feel about you". "I know and I want this too. Ever since I was assigned to you I just want to be with you all of the time. I tried to get over you so many times but...I just couldn't do it and now-" "Lydia...do you love me?" Alicent asked boldly. After a pause Lydia nodded and Alicent beamed. "I was hoping you'd say that, because I think I'm falling for you too" she confessed. Lydia beamed, "you mean that?!" "Yes my love, I do". Lydia's heart soared into the sky, she picked up Alicent and spun her around but tripped and they fell in water laughing like children. "Even if we have to see each other in secret I don't care. I just need you in my life" Alicent said. "I will be there. Every single day" Lydia took Alicent's hand and placed it over her heart, "I swear it. By the old gods and the new". Alicent laughed, "there's no need to take an oath darling". "Hey I'm trying to be romantic here!" Lydia said in mock offence. Alicent rolled her eyes, "once a soldier always a soldier". "A handsome one though" Lydia said with a cheeky wink. "Absolutely" Alicent agreed and pulled in her handsome lady knight for another loving kiss.

A few weeks ago you accidentally hit a woman with your car. In the collision all you saw was a flash of red hair and a multitude of shopping bags flying into the air. She had been talking animatedly on her phone not looking where she was going and you stopped just a second too late. You scrambled out of your car and pushed through the crowd to get to her but she was unconscious, her auburn hair obscuring her face. Someone was already calling an ambulance so you rolled up your jacket and nestled it under her head in an attempt to help. "Oh god please be OK, please be OK" you muttered on repeat. Within minutes the ambulance crew arrived and whisked her away. The crowd began to disperse, carrying on with their daily lives, but a few stayed to see if you were OK. "It was an accident love" a kind-hearted older woman said, "you should go home and take it easy now. I'm sure she'll be fine". "I heard her mumbling something about Paris and a woman called Miranda, so she must be feeling better!" another man joked. Their words were well-intended but brought little comfort, you just kept replaying the incident over and over in your head for the rest of the day and you felt awful about it.

A couple of days later you attempted to visit the red-haired woman at the hospital. You were nervous as hell but you thought that seeing her recovering, and apologising profusely, would ease your mind. You even bought her some brightly-coloured flowers as a peace offering. When you got to the desk you realised you didn't even know her name, you described her as best you could to the nurse who rolled her eyes in recognition. "Oh yes I know who you mean, a real diva that one" she scoffed, "wait here and I'll see if she's up for visitors". "Tell her it's..." you weren't sure what to say so you reeled off your license plate number, hoping she might find that funny because she may have seen it when she was on the ground. The nurse looked puzzled but went along with it. You sat down on one of the plastic chairs and waited anxiously. Suddenly a loud angry voice rang out, "TELL HER TO PISS OFF!!" The nurse returned a second later and just looked at you, "I'm guessing you heard that?" "Yeah, shit, tell her...oh I don't know. Just give her these" you said defeatedly and handed the flowers over. "Sorry honey" the nurse said with a sympathetic smile, "try again another day when she's less cranky". You nodded then left but you weren't sure when or if you'd be back.

The nurse delivered the flowers to her patient, putting them in water next to Emily's bed. "Are those from her?" Emily asked, trying to mask her curiosity with disdain. "Yes, pretty aren't they?" "I...suppose" she reluctantly agreed and turned away to look out of the window. The nurse chuckled to herself, she saw right through her aloofness. When she left Emily turned back to look at the flowers, how did you know that gerberas were her favourite? The corners of her mouth turned upwards in a fond smile she didn't allow many people to see.

A few more days went by and you finally plucked up the courage to try to visit Emily again, but when you arrived at the hospital you were informed that she had discharged herself. "She did what?!" "Yep. Wouldn't take no for an answer" the same nurse told you. "Is she even safe to be discharged so soon?" you asked. "Mostly yes. She'd fractured her ankle but was able to use crutches, she had no signs of concussion or any other injuries. Just some cuts and bruises. We gave her painkillers and she's under very strict instruction to come back if she feels even the slightest twinge or headache". "Did someone pick her up at least?" "Yes, a tall dark-haired woman with a friendly face. She said she was her friend but Little Miss Diva insisted she was just a colleague" another eye-roll. "OK, thanks for your help anyway". "No problem honey" she said and patted your shoulder in a comforting gesture, "she'll be fine trust me. Now go home and carry on with your life". You nodded and left the hospital, that sinking feeling of a missed opportunity to make amends sitting heavy inside you once again.

One week later you were on your lunch break flicking through a magazine when a particular page caught your attention. It was a photo of Runway magazine's Miranda Priestly at Paris Fashion Week with two women either side of her, one of whom made drop your sandwich. The caption read: 'Fashion powerhouse Miranda Priestly pictured with her assistants, Andrea Sachs (left) and Emily Charlton (right)'. "Emily Charlton" you muttered, like knowing her name was the final piece in a giant jigsaw puzzle. The words Emily had mumbled in her delirious state made sense now; 'Miranda' was Miranda Priestly of all people and 'Paris' was this event. As you mulled this over in your head Emily's sky blue eyes continued to stare at you from the page and you found yourself utterly captivated by her beauty. But then you clocked her crutches and that familiar pang of guilt returned.

On your usual route home from work you just so happened to pass by Runway's office building. Previously you hadn't paid it any mind but today you were pulled towards it and the next thing you were at the reception desk asking for Emily Charlton. "What the hell am I doing?" you thought as you stood in the elevator, "she'll probably just tell me to piss off again or slap me in the face". The doors opened before you had a chance to back out and you stepped out onto the busy floor. It was much more modern and chic than the office you worked in with polished glass doors and white walls adorned with framed sketched designs and magazine covers from issues past. Two women hurried past you pushing a clothes rack filled with garments and you overheard a man talking with another woman about what you presumed were model headshots. "Hmm not her...not her...oh please could you see her in Gucci? Really?" "Damn" you thought, "they're all ruthless". "Can I help you Miss?" a polite receptionist called out. "Oh! Uh yes, does Emily Charlton work here?" you asked. "She does. Do you have an appointment?" "N-no, but could you just tell her...um...the person who sent her the gerberas is here". The receptionist looked confused but obliged, picking up the phone and calling through to Emily. She relayed the message and within seconds you heard high heels furiously stomping along the marble floor, she certainly didn't seem to need crutches anymore. The door burst open and there she was, red-faced yet beautiful. "YOU!" "Emily?" "Why are you here?! How the hell did you find me?! Was it that nurse? I knew she was too bloody nosey for her own good!" she barked as she approached. "No no! I saw you in a magazine and it said you work for Miranda Priestly, so I thought-" "What? You thought you could just waltz in here, say sorry and I'd forget all about you hitting me with your bloody car!" she yelled as your back hit the wall and heard a small gasp from the receptionist. "Look I am really sorry OK? It was an accident!" "Accident or not I almost missed the most important event of the year AND my career thanks to you!" "But you didn't, did you? You made it to Paris and look at you now, you're off the crutches and...yelling" you countered and Emily blinked, clearly caught off-guard. "Yes well...that's beside the point! I'm still mad at you!" "I would be too but I wanted to see you in person and apologise properly. So...I'm sorry. I'm really pleased to see you're recovering well and, despite going against doctor's orders, you didn't miss Paris Fashion Week. I know it must be very important to you" you said and Emily was touched by your sincerity, but god forbid she let you know that. Instead she narrowed her eyes at you, "what's your name anyway?" "Y/N Y/L/N". "Well Y/N, why don't you show me how sorry you really are by taking me out to dinner tomorrow night?" she said, more of a statement than a question. "Tomorrow? Sure! How about that new restaurant down the street? It's fancy and expensive, seems like your kinda place" you joked. Emily chuckled, "how observant of you. Pick me up from here at 6pm and don't you dare be late". With that she walked back down the corridor she came from, her footsteps much lighter now and a tiny smug smirk on her face.

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Six-o'clock arrived the following day and you were standing in the main foyer with a bunch of red and white roses, this time it was much less busy and the lights were dimmer. The elevator startled you when it dinged loudly and the doors parted revealing Emily, dressed in a stylish black cocktail dress with silver jewellery and strappy heels. "Hi. Wow you look amazing" you complimented her as she approached, "these are for you". "Flowers again? Is that your answer to everything?" "Oh! No, I just thought-" She cut you off with a laugh, "I'm kidding darling, you're too easy to tease. They're lovely. Thank you". "Y-you're welcome". She took the roses and hummed as she inhaled their scent, "you know this almost feels like a date". "Well...it can be, if you want it to be" you said hopefully. "Maybe I do" she replied with a sly smile, "you're still paying for dinner though". "I wouldn't have it any other way. Shall we?" you held out your arm for her to link and when she did the pair of you walked out into the cool evening air.

It was a short walk to the restaurant but Emily didn't let go of you once, flowers on one arm and you on the other. When you stepped inside the warm air and scent of rich food enveloped you. Emily certainly turned a few heads, particularly from the male diners. It wasn't like you to be jealous or possessive but you instinctively put your hand on the small of her back like a claim and guided her to the concierge stand. You were shown to a cosy table towards the back and given menus. "Hmm let's see...what's the most expensive thing on here?" Emily pondered. "Don't get cheeky now" you said and she looked up at you in fake innocence through her long lashes. God her eyes were beautiful. The waiter snapped you out of your thoughts moments later when he came over to take your drinks order. "Champagne please, on ice" Emily said without hesitation, "we're celebrating". "We are?" "Yes, me finally being off my crutches and you getting to apologise to me". "Better make that a bottle on ice" you told the waiter and within minutes a bucket of champagne on ice was brought to the table.

The food was delicious and the champagne and conversation flowed easily. There were no awkward silences or pauses, the air around you was filled with chatter, laughter and even flirting. Any hostility or bad blood was long gone, now you were just two women on a date getting to know each other. As the evening wore on the alcohol loosened you up and Emily became more bold, "accidentally" brushing your leg with her foot under the table and biting her lip when she caught you looking longer than you should. The restaurant had emptied out but the two of you were too wrapped up in your own bubble to notice. "Oh we should probably head out. Place is empty" you realised looking around at the near-empty space. "Bloody hell, when did that happen?" Emily exclaimed. "Time flies huh?" "It does. Thank you Y/N. I've had a lovely time tonight" she said sweetly and put her hand on yours, her pale fingers cool on yours. "Me too" you agreed, "now for the part that hurts my bank balance". Emily giggled, "as per our agreement darling". The sly look she gave you over the rim of her wine glass spoke volumes, she was loving every second of this and wasn't ready for this night to end just yet.

After paying the hefty bill the pair of you stepped outside, there was a chill in the air that made Emily shudder. You decided to brave the cold and draped your jacket across her bare shoulders. "Thank you" she said through chattering teeth. She pulled the jacket tighter around her and caught the smell of your perfume mixed with your natural scent. It set her senses alight and she suddenly felt an urge to have that same smell on her skin, to taste it on her tongue... "So should I call you a cab?" you asked, your innocent question snapping Emily out of her lustful thoughts. She didn't answer with words, instead she gave in to her desires and pulled you in by your top to kiss you deeply. Somehow, in the short space of time you'd known each other, you had managed to break through every single one of her usual stoic defences and now that she had let you in she wasn't letting you go. Minutes passed with the two of you lost in each other until you allowed yourselves room to breathe. "Your place. Now. Before I lose my damn mind" she husked and secured the deal with another kiss.

As soon as you entered your apartment Emily shed your jacket and tossed your gifted flowers on the nearest surface, she was on you again in a flash pinning you to the wall while she left bite marks on your neck. Your brain couldn't quite comprehend what was happening, a few days ago this woman hated you and now she was ravaging you. Not that you were complaining. "Emily..." you murmured. "God I love how you say my name" she said in a breathy reply. "Are you sure this is what you want? We can slow down-" "No" she pressed a finger to your lips, "I haven't stopped thinking about you since I saw you yesterday. So believe me darling I want this more than anything". You blinked in surprise, "but I thought you hated me?" Emily scoffed, "I don't hate you. I never did. You're so sweet and so beautiful. I want you to be mine. Not just tonight". In that moment the atmosphere changed, the primal intensity had subsided making way for something much more intimate and romantic. You cupped Emily's cheek as you gazed into her large blue eyes so full of affection and kissed her softly, silently communicating that her feelings were reciprocated.

Some time later you were in your bedroom, naked together under the covers mapping each other's bodies with your mouths and hands. The room was lit by a single table lamp and the streetlight from outside, bathing you both in a warm golden glow. Emily hadn't felt so desired by someone for a long time, she was no stranger to intimacy but you were making her feel worshipped and she wanted to do the same for you. She rolled on top of you and smothered your torso in little kisses and light licks. But when she came back up to your face her hand dipped between your legs and her finger swiped through your folds unexpectedly making you jolt with a loud gasp. "Is that good baby?" Emily asked. "Yes...ohhh god yes..." you replied as your head fell back and she added another finger. "Christ, you're so wet already. I love it". You felt her fingers slide in and out of you at a slow pace, letting you feel everything. But when Emily felt you clenching she sped up and used her thumb to rub your clit in unison. You trembled beneath her as she worked you expertly, getting off on watching you writhe and moan for her. Your nails left indents in her shoulders you were gripping her so tightly, but Emily felt no pain because she was too focused on giving you the pleasure you deserved. Your muscles then began to tense so she knew you were close and doubled her efforts, speeding up and adding a third finger. "Come for me darling, let me feel it" she whispered and a few seconds later you cried out her name as your orgasm crashed over you. Emily worked you through it, gently bringing you back down from heaven until your breathing steadied. When she pulled her fingers away she brought them to your mouth, you willingly sucked them tasting yourself but now you hungered for something more.

"Get up here" you demanded and Emily smirked, she knew exactly what you wanted from her. She manoeuvred up the bed but this time she straddled your face, her pale thighs either side of your head. You couldn't resist a little nip at her flesh, not too painful but enough to sting slightly. "Ow! Oh you're pushing it now love" Emily teased but there was no scolding behind her words. "What? Just marking my territory" you said innocently. "Yeah ri-....OHHH!!" Emily was immediately cut off when the tip of your tongue teased her bundle of nerves, already sensitive and throbbing from your earlier antics. "Oh god! More! Please!" she begged so you applied more pressure, licking and sucking and kissing. She tasted divine and you were getting drunk off her, you held her hips in place and every now and then brought them down so you could dive deeper. You heard her slam her hand on the wall as she began to ride your face, the other hand clutching a fistful of your hair. "YES! THERE! RIGHT THERE!" Your hands moved to grip her ass while you paid special attention to that spot that was making her scream. You spanked her and she gasped then pleaded for you to do it again...and again...and again, each time slightly harder than the last leaving red marks. "OH FUCK! I'M GONNA-!" Emily choked on her words as she reached her climax and flooded your mouth, you rubbed her back soothingly as she rode out her high and when she climbed off you she collapsed in a breathless naked heap next to you.

For a few moments the two of you just lay there, completely spent and satisfied. Eventually you turned to each other and started giggling for some unexplained reason. "You know, I think you were meant to hit me with your car that day" Emily said. "You mean like it was fate?" "Mmhmm, I don't usually believe in that sort of thing but now..." she trailed off, staring at you like she had finally found what she had been searching for without even realising she had been looking. "I feel the same. I really like you Emily. I'm just sorry that I hurt you" you told her and she could tell you were still feeling guilty. She shushed you and tucked herself into your side, "that doesn't matter now. What matters is this. Us. Here. Now". You smiled, "you're right. Just us. Right now".

You both fell asleep soon afterwards but by morning Emily was gone. Your heart sank until you spotted a note on her pillow:

Hey you, Last night was amazing. Let's do it again tonight, this time I'm paying. Love E xx

You held the note to your chest, hugging it like it was Emily herself. You were completely smitten with her and as Emily sat in the Runway office telling herself she loved her job for the hundredth time she smiled thinking of you, glancing over at your roses now standing proudly in a vase on her desk.