That Which is Forbidden -Aemond Targaryen

That Which is Forbidden

You'd slipped away from the dinner hall just moments ago, exhausted by the stuffiness of polite conversation and feigned interest in titles and duties. Ever since you stepped foot on the shores of Kings Landing there was a role you were expected to play and by the damned gods you'd played it. Acting the part of the dutiful daughter and respectful lady, doing your best to represent Dorne and your house in the highest light that you could stand, until you absolutely couldn't stand it any longer.

This place was strange, it's customs alien and archaic. The women here were worthy only of pity, their dress so restricting and uncomfortable, their backs stiff and heads down. The men thought much too highly of themselves and undeservingly so. Even the architecture lacked much to be desired, you thought to yourself as you wandered down the halls.

You pretended to play your part a bit longer though, as you went deeper into the keep. An innocent glance out of the corner of your eye let you know he was still in pursuit. The slightest glint of his silver locks caught your eye as you rounded a corner up head.

With no knowledge of where you were going you allowed your pursuer to guide you a bit. As he changed you course you'd double back and follow in his steps until he somehow ended up back behind you, always forcing you deeper into the depths of the keep. Fewer and fewer people were present as you continued your game of cat and mouse. Less light as well as you could only assume you were moving into a far less populated area. The darkness began to thicken around you. A slight pang of fear shot through you, giving you cause for pause.

"Why do you stop Princess?," your pursuer inquired from somewhere in the darkness, "are you afraid?"

A smile curled across your plump lips. "Are you someone I should fear my lord?," you asked slyly as you continued on into the depths, feeling your way now along the wall beside you.

His presence was so very hard to ignore, heavy and crushing. As a wave crashing onto the shore it washed over you and like dark Dornish wine it was intoxicating and aromatic. His scent was primal, and there could be no doubting your desire. But he desired you too. All of that energy was focused so heavily on you, the gaze of his one eye penetrating your very being. It was this very desire, this same scent and primordial longing that pushed you further into the depths of darkness, anticipation bubbling just beneath the surface.

Aemond chuckled deeply. "If you knew what I had planned for you Princess you'd have much cause to fear me."

You slowed to a methodical creep now, not wanting to risk a misstep here in the dark. You felt your heart rate quickening and your breath hitching.

"Oh I do have an idea," you started.

"And and idea is all it is," Aemond shot back.

You rounded yet another corner, your fingers grasping the edges of the cold brick for guidance. 

"Enlighten me then Aemond, what don't I know?"

You glanced around, still your eyes had not yet adjusted to the darkness, but you knew you had lost him. Doubling back you ran back down the way you'd just come, your only fear now was losing him.

"The ways in which I would defile you Princess. The ways in which I would make you scream," he replied. He sounded closer now, too close even.

You ran now further along wanting to put a bit of distance between the two of you. This game of cat and mouse was much too fun to end now.

"Oh you men are the same everywhere aren't you?," you teased, "you do sound so sure of yourself my Prince."

"You sound as if you need convincing," he said, sounding much closer now than you expected.