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[ There is no denying the fact that, at times, his loyalty can be a fragile, dangerous thing - hard to earn and hard to keep, especially twinned with his own needs and own desires to find something stronger in himself, to try and take and take until he gets what he wanted. It had taken a great deal of reflection (and, it seems, hallucination) for Daemon to finally settle into his role, into his position, to recognise that he is finally where he needs to be.

At her side, loving her, giving her all that he might have to give her.

Rhaenyra moves, climbs atop him where she belongs and makes herself comfortable, mounts him as a dragon might, and it fills him with glee and warmth, fills him with that familiar, aching desire that thrums through him and makes him want to grip her and devour her. Chained as he is, bound by her touch, tongue and tie, all he can do is take whatever she gives him; his mouth leans forward, to scrape his teeth over her nipple, to suck there gently, to bring her whatever pleasure he can.

He groans against her when she speaks, groans against her more as she rocks her body over his, riding and claiming him. This is his wife, his queen, a true Targaryen, a dragonrider and master, and it makes him shiver, his hips rocking up to meet her, to chase the pleasure of her. Perhaps it would be better for him to give into her entirely, but he is her dragon - and dragons are rarely well behaved. ]

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Most, but not all?

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Few would adore your disappointment, my love.

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And you have sought to make amends. It has not gone unnoticed.

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I will continue to earn your good graces.

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And I will not keep you waiting at dinner.

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I await you with anticipation.

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[ There is a hunger in Rhaenyra now that yawns, and stretches, and seeks to be sated; she has not known hunger like this since before their children were born, when she felt like little more than a broodmare intended to bring heirs into the world, a vessel meant to assure more of their line. When was the last time that she readily sought pleasure for pleasure's sake, the way men so often do? When was the last time she allowed herself to ride her husband's cock for the pure enjoyment of it, rather than trying to ensure that new life would take root inside her?

If Daemon bucks beneath her now, hips seizing upward as she works herself over him faster, she doesn't immediately chide him for being so daring, but her lips part for a smirk, her brow arching in subtle challenge. She has half a mind to lift herself off of him now, crawl up the length of his body and smother him with her cunt, ride his face the same way until he sees her pleasure assured — and then, and only then, finish him off properly. Would he enjoy it, she wonders? Would he willingly submit to anything she chose to do to him, surrender to becoming her throne in a manner more befitting of a whore on the Street of Silk, rather than a dragon queen?

She drifts down to him, slowing the pace of her hips in order that she might meet his lips more easily, licking over his mouth before slanting them together in a deep, devouring kiss. Let him feel the effect he has on her, how she slicks him more readily now, her arousal building as her breath quickens. She moans, soft and approving, when he thrusts into her from beneath, lets him take over the pace of things as she tightens her thighs at his hips. ]

There's no need to be gentle. [ Her whisper across his mouth is harsh and hurried, breathless; she has never loved him more, she thinks, than she does in this moment. ] True dragons never are.

— text | un: jacaerys

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( this is not intended for his mother, far from it, but he doesn’t notice that he’s sent it to an unintended recipient when he tosses his phone aside on the bed. )

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[ would it be better to say nothing, pretend she hasn't seen it? or would he prefer she bring it to his attention so that he might send it to its intended recipient?

in the end, rhaenyra chooses the latter. ]

This was meant for another, I assume?

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( the phone buzzes quickly and when he looks at it, his heart sinks into the pit of his stomach as a flush rises on his cheeks. the pillows he’d thrown the phone against look tempting but he doubts he could smother himself quick enough.

had he chosen another photo perhaps he could rely on skill to talk his way out of it but not this.

it takes a while to answer. he groans as he does. ) Yes. I’m sorry, mother, I did not intend to disturb you.

( and though she will likely see through him and have no qualms with the truth: ) I was asked to model.

( wait. that sounds worse… )

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[ despite his apology, rhaenyra feels compelled to make one thing very clear: ] You could never be a disturbance.

[ she'd been surprised, rather pleasantly, to receive a message from him, even if it hadn't been meant for her. that said, there are some details that could likely be explained more sufficiently. ]

And modeling entails being in a state of undress?

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Then I apologize for the indecency. ( surely, that deserves apology. she was surely not expecting this and could have lived without the sight. )

Portraits have been painted of many less clothed.

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It is not so indecent when there are much more blatant displays at Otherworld every week.

So you mean to have someone paint your portrait?

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That is so. Are you attending it each week then, mother? ( teasing. maybe? )

No. There are more appropriate subjects here than I.

In truth, that is not what this was for.

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Of course not. I simply hear quite a bit of talk over the breakfast table.

[ she sees what you did there, jace. ]

Dare I ask, since it was clearly not mine to view?

[vermax]

There is quite a bit of gossip, tis true. Though things have grown quiet since the party where costumes came to life. Enough occurred then.

This was meant for Baela's eyes only.

text — un: aemond_ ( first of december )

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Mandia. I know we do not agree on most things, but in the interest of peace — there is a tapestry in my possession now that you might like to see. It bears our family's lineage, from Aenar to Jaehaera, with portraits well-painted.

Will you come?

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That's precisely what concerns me. It's in those moments of quiet where something is most likely to occur.

A gift of sorts, before the upcoming ceremony?

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[ the name jaehaera gives her pause — when will it not? when will it cease to leave her filled with regret over what has transpired? ]

How did it come to be in your possession? Was it a gift from this house's strange library?

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I traded my favour for it, with a vampire named Lestat, in the aftermath of the werewolf games.

It is large enough to span two banners wide and just as tall, and the painted likeness is remarkable. It shows you and my mother in your youth, if you would see it.

Will you come?

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Beyond the same scandals that would be the gossip of the Red Keep? What worries you?

Yes. A clumsy attempt.

Daemon thinks a ceremony soon would gain us some favor now that our numbers match the Greens. Now that Aegon is here. ( but he's also giving Daemon the cold shoulder right now so they really haven't discussed it. )

— text | un: jacaerys

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Mother. I must speak with you in person. Somewhere no other may overhear, our hosts included.

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I take it he was on the team declared the victors, to have been in a position to request such a gift.

It is in your rooms?

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That their interpretation of games culminates in murder and deception. What else would they have in store for us when we are at our most unsuspecting?

Aegon seems more content to remain in his cups than issue any real challenge at the moment. Though I would readily arrange a ceremony if you and Baela are ready for it.