𝐃𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐓𝐘 彡 [a. targaryen] [✔]

─ 𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧.

*ೃ༄𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐀 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐄
𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐍

As the hours passed, Lucaena figured something out:

Life was much too short.

Too short to take mistakes fully into consideration. And by the time Lucaena noticed what she was doing, it was too late. In the girl's mind, nothing about this would be forgiven or forgotten. Yesterday's afternoon had come and gone, making it the next day. The time was somewhere around dawn, but there was no sleep happening for the platinum-haired Princess. Everything happened all at once. It was so very stupid of her to be languidly kissing the same man she loathed for years. It felt like a complete sacrilege. His hands—those powerful hands were bold about tracing any area of Lucaena they could reach. Daemon had no further concerns.

The young woman's eyes were open, yet her vision was blurry. Her brain couldn't even stay as sharp anymore all because of the effects the warm ale she drank earlier had on her body. These symptoms were out of the ordinary for Lucaena especially since she never indulged in any drink other than sweet summer wine. Though, the ale assisted with numbing her brain just enough to ignore Daemon's candid advances. Which was fantastic, especially in a predicament as such. Lucaena felt sickened by herself. She willingly turned herself into a whore for her uncle without any second guessing. The only two people she was thinking of were her husband and young son. She was doing this for their benefit. She believed her indiscretions were going to give her the opportunity to become Queen one day.

Daemon's tongue tasted like remnants of the ale they shared. The Princess felt even worse for somewhat enjoying the way her uncle handled her in private. He was domineering. So was Lucaena. It made for a horrific match. Their amorous exchange inside of a modest Maidenpool inn would not last forever, but Lucaena wished for it to last long enough to gain an upper hand over her uncle. The Princess wished their relationship could have consisted of mutual respect rather than getting the opportunity to partake in petty arguments or scornful glances.

In the beginning—before they found themselves in bed—the two of them tried speaking in a civil manner, but those words of persuasion the young woman conjured up could barely leave her lips because Daemon decided he didn't feel like conversing. Not about who should rule the Seven Kingdoms. Not about anything. He refused to waste time without physically touching her. Daemon never deserved Lucaena and he knew that, though he was willing to take a chance seeing as they were in the same room. All alone. But all past actions compared to what was happening now appeared all the more virtuous.

Their garments were discarded faster than they both realized and by the time reality caught up with the pair, Lucaena and Daemon found themselves fully in the lumpy bed amongst soft linens. A sort of heaven is where Lucaena perceived herself to be located when she lay on her back in the nude. The black dress she had taken off was discarded in the far, lonely corner of the room.