I will use my words with you, Aemond, if anything dissatisfies me.
[ The truth of the matter is this: there is little Aemond might do to displease her.
Are there people in this mansion she dislikes? She cannot think of one to name them, not at the moment. Instead, she can name only those she cares for, those that mean the most to her. Friends, kin, those that are the most dear to her heart - and perhaps she might be more sour, to share them with Aemond, but only for a short, selfish moment. She has not had to share in decades, had not been around anyone enough to care for them, so it would take her heart a moment to be calmed.
And now, she has Aemond, who is devoted to her in his own way, who understands her, accepts her, wants her, time and time again, and it makes her yearn. To see his smile, his joy, his happiness... How could she be anything but pleased to know him? How could she want anything but him, desire anything but him? Her heart is truly in his hands, and she has no better words for it.
Aemond is a dragon, and she has learned to temper them. She speaks their tongue, she knows their habits, she had studied them - could be one, if she desired. It is not so easy to say that she loves him, but her heart is so very captured, and she does not yearn to have it returned. She makes no demand of him, and in turn he on her. They know each other too well.
They are wild creatures. They are dragon and wolf, monster and monster, in the eyes of others. Together? They are loved. Is that not enough.
Lips curling, just a little, she steals a kiss from his mouth, warm and content. ]
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[ The truth of the matter is this: there is little Aemond might do to displease her.
Are there people in this mansion she dislikes? She cannot think of one to name them, not at the moment. Instead, she can name only those she cares for, those that mean the most to her. Friends, kin, those that are the most dear to her heart - and perhaps she might be more sour, to share them with Aemond, but only for a short, selfish moment. She has not had to share in decades, had not been around anyone enough to care for them, so it would take her heart a moment to be calmed.
And now, she has Aemond, who is devoted to her in his own way, who understands her, accepts her, wants her, time and time again, and it makes her yearn. To see his smile, his joy, his happiness... How could she be anything but pleased to know him? How could she want anything but him, desire anything but him? Her heart is truly in his hands, and she has no better words for it.
Aemond is a dragon, and she has learned to temper them. She speaks their tongue, she knows their habits, she had studied them - could be one, if she desired. It is not so easy to say that she loves him, but her heart is so very captured, and she does not yearn to have it returned. She makes no demand of him, and in turn he on her. They know each other too well.
They are wild creatures. They are dragon and wolf, monster and monster, in the eyes of others. Together? They are loved. Is that not enough.
Lips curling, just a little, she steals a kiss from his mouth, warm and content. ]
Would you survive it, if he did?