Arianne:
Heavy panting, he always panted and breathed as heavy as an ox after finishing. And just on cue, he did just that and rolled over beside her on the bed as the heat of his seed ran throughout her body. Daemon's pupils would always enlarge after exerting himself Arianne noted, even when they were still children and first losing their virtue. Though things in truth were never quite as sweet or as fun since he had been spurned by her father for her hand. It was quite silly Arianne thought at the time, but as she grew, she felt pity for the sweet fool he really was. "He seemed quite taken by me didn't he?" Arianne still could feel his eyes on her body and the subtle glances he would steal while they walked through that charming garden. It had been quite reassuring and she knew it would only be a matter of moons before they were wed now.
Daemon's grunt of anger made his feelings on the matter well known. When she turned to face him, he murmured. "What man wouldn't be?" It was the perfect answer that Arianne wanted to hear and she let him know with a quick kiss on his very sweaty cheek.
"Soon he'll be sitting on the Iron Throne dispensing vengeance on our enemies and I'll be beside him." He was the spitting image of what she imagined her husband should look like and she knew he would look only the better when they were married. "I could convince him to appoint you to the Kingsguard I'm sure, he'll need at least one son from Dorne and your reputation as a great warrior precedes you." It would work marvelously he would be her protector and bed companion when the King could not.
"You would be willing to risk quite a lot. And you would put the realm in the same place as the one the Kingslayer and Cersei Lannister have placed it with illegitimate children on the throne?" When Daemon said it, Arianne could not control herself and snickered aloud at his outrageous thoughts.
She placed her hand on his cheek to comfort him and explained. "My poor sweet lover, you misunderstand me greatly. Any union we have will never result in children. My children will be nothing, but his and only his." As she said it, she knew she should have found better words as his face grew harder and angrier as she talked and when she finished he turned onto his side and showed her his strong and muscular back. Arianne hated it when men would act so foolishly and then pout about it. "What do you expect from me? You're a bastard and he is a King and I'm a Princess of Dorne these places are as they should be. I will be the King's wife and you will be my paramour." Any man in the Kingdoms would kill for the opportunity he is being given on a golden platter and yet instead of thanking his fortunes, he simply sulks and complains.
"And I would be killed if he ever found us abed together, most likely a very long and gruesome death at that if the Targaryen wrath is well and alive within him." He was overreacting and underestimated Arianne's planning and spoke as if she had plans to never let her Dragon know about her paramour.
"He may find it strange that we Dornish keep lovers for the first few moons or even years of our married life. But he's a man and after I tell him of not only my blessing, but my insistence of him taking as many paramours as he wishes, I'm sure he will not bat an eye at us." Arianne was sure of her plan and if she proved wrong in her first thoughts of him, they could easily be rectified and modified before they were married.
Daemon however did not seem nearly as convinced as he should be by her plan and his voice expressed that plainly. "I don't see what you see that is so special about him ... granted he is beautiful, but he shook and paled at just your touch. That's not how a King is, but that is how a boy acts and regardless of what the rumors all praise he is, I saw the truth with my own eyes today."
He did stiffen up and he had the lightest shade of pink on his pale cheeks when she kissed them and it made him all the more desirable in her eyes. "I happened to enjoy how he acted around me, it was refreshing to know that even Kings are still men under all of their titles and that they still have desires of the flesh." She savored the thought of teaching him all she knew of lovemaking and of how he would look undone and naked with her.
"Robert Baratheon was well known for his desire of young and supple flesh, and for wine and food." Daemon exclaimed as he shimmied down the bed and further under the covers to hide his body from the damned cold of the Riverlands. On their way from Sunspear to Harrenhal she had seen snow for the first time and had read of how fun it could be to play in as a child, but it was anything but fun and she hoped to never have to see or feel it again.
But she did take offense to Daemon's words and she voiced his mistake immediately. "Robert Baratheon was not a King, he was a child murderer and usurper who condoned the rape of an innocent woman." He had ordered the deaths of her aunt and cousin and for many years she also attributed Aegon's death to the man as well. But the Gods had intervened on her behalf and saved him so they could be married and rule the country together like it should be.
She had briefly wondered on her brother and if he had also succeeded in his own mission of marrying Daenerys Targaryen, it would be a pity when they returned to Westeros and learned that the true leader of Westeros was already there and married to a Martell no less. Mayhaps they could live in Sunspear and she could be the second Daenerys in history to be a Princess of Dorne. She did not know what true strength this Dragon Queen in the east had, or if her dragons were actually real, but what was real was the army that Aegon had in Harrenhal. Ser Garibald Shells mentioned it looked to be nearly forty thousand strong at best and twenty five thousand at the least. She planned to write to her father soon to tell him that it was finally time for the Dornish to go to war for their vengeance as they have found their Dragon.
"Do you think I'll be able to convince him to dismiss the Imp as Hand?" She asked Daemon in deep thought. She hoped to never have to see another Lannister in her court ever again once she became Queen, especially one so hard to look at as Tyrion Lannister was.
Daemon shrugged his shoulders and she felt his hairy legs brush up against hers under the thick furs as he tried to get more comfortable. "I'm not sure, if the rumors hold true then they say he was the Targaryen's first ally." He finished with a long long and loud yawn that Arianne felt expressed her own feelings very well after the long and arduous travel they made from home.
It was however just as she feared it might be. She did not know just how strong those two stuck together, but it could be broken just like anything else in the world. "That's a pity, but regardless I'm sure I could sway him to just about any idea after giving him his first child." Daemon had no visible or verbal reaction to that and simply stared up at the high ceiling of the room. "Did you find out anything else that I asked of you?" Her father made his second request of her very clear and she would not disappoint him on either of them.
Daemon seemed to be much more glad to speak of this then of her coming match to Aegon and it showed in his enthusiasm to change their subject. "Aye, Robert's bastard by the Florents is here. He serves as the King's squire and rumor holds that after they take Storm's End he plans to legitimize the boy and put him in place as a puppet." Arianne's memory was foggy on it, but she had the recollection of the name Edric and thought it would be perfect if he was just as lust filled and stupid as his father was. "And though this was behind even tighter held lips, I've heard some whispers of the youngest Stark girl being married to the boy."
"Well not all plans succeed do they? No one can be blamed if a girl wanted to marry another of higher birth, or if the boy had already found another he desired." Arianne felt a smirk growing on her lips and she knew that everything was falling so perfectly into her lap. "We will have to make sure Elia is on her best behavior and form before this Baratheon. I assume you'll be assisting me in that endeavor?"
"To the best of my abilities, aye. The Baratheon boy from what I've heard has a certain fondness for a pretty camp follower in the army camps, and he visits her every night at the first hour of the wolf. With your leave I will go tonight." Normally Arianne thought it would be best to move quick and fast on this matter, but her last failure had succeeded in showing her patience is a virtue in plotting and failure would not yield a second chance up here. There was no protection from her father anymore and this was the real game she was in now and not the small insignificant one she played in Dorne.
"No, it can wait for a night or two. I need to be sure that Elia is perfectly ready and accepting of her role so she can strike at the perfect moment and steal his heart." Arianne did not enjoy the idea of breaking a child's heart and ending the life of another innocent girl, but nothing could stand in the way of their plans and that included murder. "What about the Stark girl?"
Daemon chuckled and sat up on the bed and used the stone headboard to keep him sitting upright. "She's quite the wild one as you can guess. She seems an even wilder one than her aunt was if that handsome Arryn was speaking truths of their little adventure a few days past. It seems she convinced her mother and a group of outlaws to go chasing after a direwolf and that resulted in a few deaths that included her own mother." That sounded horrible to her and the Stark girl must have felt terrible if that was true. But the thought of her being anything like the whore of the North also meant she must have not cared who she hurt or killed.
Lyanna Stark. The name was like poison and her uncle always treated it as such and over time Arianne begun to feel the same way, though her father never voiced his own opinions at least in her presence. "She'll be Trystane's problem regardless. Have you heard anything of how she is as a person?" No doubt her youngest brother would be disappointed when he learned that he would not be marrying Myrcella, but he would get over it eventually. He would marry whoever their father deemed fit and while she knew he would live regardless of who was chosen, she did hope her little brother got someone worthy of him.
At that question her lover seemed to have a loss for words, but he did tell her. "At the moment she is a mystery to me, but according to a washerwoman she does not enjoy wearing dresses and prefers breeches and tunics." It sounded like Elia and Obara both, which would prove quite an opposite compared to the graceful and always courteous Myrcella.
After Arianne did not see fit to answer and maintained her silence while thinking about the next move, she noticed how Daemon slid back under the covers and closed his eyes. "What are you doing?" She asked her paramour in disbelief of what it looked like he was about to do.
He did not even see fit to open his eyes when he answered her question and his boldness was almost beyond belief. "Trying to sleep, unless you have further need of me that is?"
A snicker broke past her lips and she tossed the furs off his muscular frame and he immediately covered himself up from the chill still lingering in the room. "You need to return to your own chambers, did you think we could sleep together? What would happen if a servant barged into the room early next morn and caught us abed together? Did you think they would keep it to themselves with a simple bribe or threat?" She did not know many things about Aegon yet, but she did know that it would strain their still budding relationship greatly if he learned of her being with another man on the very same night they had first met if it did not kill it immediately. And that was not to mention the shame these northern lords would try to subject her to for sleeping outside of a marriage bed she does not even have yet.
Daemon swung his legs over the side of the bed and argued back. "I could just kill them and claim it was an attempt on your life." He then turned back to look at her with his truly handsome face with light brown stubble poking through his jawline that led to his smile that always came with his deep dimples. "Any one life is worth a night with you." She did not know how she crossed the bed so quickly, but she did and her tongue pushed past his lips and his own just as eagerly met hers.
It did not last long before the image of her Silver King flashed through her mind and eyes and she pushed Daemon away. "You are the sweetest man I've ever known and that is why I plan to always have you by my side. But you really must go now." At her word he nodded his head and quickly clothed himself in the grey doublet and boiled leather that he had worn that day. He said no more words to her as he strapped his sword and dagger to his hip and surprisingly he still kept his silence the entire way of the room and did voice his complaints again. She was happy that he was beginning to understand what his role would entail as the Queen's paramour as this was exactly what she would need of him to be in the nearing future.
After the cold breeze of the night sky went through her room again she retreated back under the heavy furs on her bed and let none of her skin not on her face out of them. The room was quite large in truth though it was not anything special or fitting of what a Princess of Dorne should be sleeping in. Even their pavilions would be nicer than this, but she would make due and was not in any rush to insult her Dragon's kind hospitality as he had given each and everyone of them their own separate chambers in the Tower of Dread. It was the third largest tower of the ruined castle and while it did grant her a nice view of the surrounding area, it was not the Kingspyre's Tower where her Dragon was staying in at the high peak. If she looked hard enough past the fog of night, she could see a small glow of light from his room and she wondered if he was still hard at work.
However at the thought of his perfect jawline and beautiful eyes, her thoughts got far more interesting. She imagined how he must look alone and naked in his no doubt enormous bed and his chest looked when he breathed in and out. Then travelling lower she imagined the sharp curves of his abdomen and how it must feel to run her hands and rogue across him as he own hands sunk down to her wetness and the other played with her nipple. The image was serving her purpose quite well, though the thought of him glistening and shiny with water in the large bathhouse of Harrenhal. Her nipples had long pebbled and she was already well nearing her limit. Just the image of his face in shock as she silently joined him in the hot bath and took him by the head as she put him inside of her was more than enough to surpass that limit. Her moans were small and quiet and any she felt would be indecently loud were said into the furs that she bit into. It was the second time that night and although her body was tired from the road and should be more than ready for rest, she did not quite know if it would obey her desires, but in that mean time she planned to amuse herself with the names she would give to her future children and of who they would take after more.
