#stormsdeer

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oh, but how comfortable she always looked sitting there on his lap, how right ... he had come to believe this was exactly where she belonged. why was she having second thoughts ? where had he gone wrong ?

with eyes still glassy & lips still wet from her sweet kisses, the king looked up at his now-favorite mistress, confusion & well-feigned worry marring his previously lax features.

"what does that mean, sweetling ?" aegon asked with all the patience & compassion he did not have, one of his hands moving up from her waist to her comely face. his palm was soft and warm against her flushed cheek. he had come to believe this was exactly where it belonged.

"has your king failed to attend to your needs ? it's alright, speak up. let us see if i can remedy my errors in any way—for i am nothing if not benevolent ... to those who deserve my benevolence, that is," he spoke with the same saccharine tone he often used around her, as though speaking to an upset child or a nervous subject who had come to ask a favor. he saw little difference between the two.

PROMPTS. // @stormsdeer

Daeron's hand lingers, holding hers, before bringing it gently to his lips: a chaste kiss pressed upon her knuckles, soft, before he allows her hand to gently be taken away. They should not be here alone, as is, but these meetings had grown ever more frequent, each time he could slip away from his uncle's company to see Tessarion.

It was no lie. Tessarion soared above them, ever watchful. It was not the complete truth either, when he had grown more and more eager to see Floris instead. The timing was uncertain, still, and more than that, he disliked the secrecy. He would gladly wear her favor in the lists, should he be allowed that honor. He wanted to kiss her properly; but that would not happen without the right compromise. He would never dishonor a lady in such a manner.