Stelsa, the girl crafted from the broken leftovers from the Gods, is far from the expectations of a normal lady. Her father, Aaeron Meryls, and her uncles sought to train her in the way of the blade. Many whisper about her origin - is she bastard li...
"Women were put on this realm to PLEASE MEN AND BARE CHILDREN."
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STELSA'S FINGERS TOUSLED theplatinum strands of hair between her fingers. In the reflection of the full moon above, Aemond's hair practically glowed in her hands. His head rested on her thigh like it was a pillow and his eye was closed as though he had truly fallen asleep. Stelsa undid the braid she had made and ran her fingers deeper into his hair. She watched his relaxed features for a moment before deciding to speak. "Your nameday is approaching." Stelsa whispered, watching Aemond open his eye to peer up at her through his sleep daze. "What may I get you?"
"Nothing." Aemond's groggy response makes Stelsa pout, but he closes his eye and nuzzles deeper into her thigh.
"Surely there is something I can get you." She pressed, fingers massaging his scalp as he had done to hers so many times before. The space between them, or the lack thereof, was something Stelsa had grown familiar with. It was comforting on nights such as this to find Aemond waiting for her in their garden. Any prior stress or sadness left itself outside the door — unburdening the girl. "I have been practicing my stitch work, I could make you something? Or perhaps you would like to test my baking skills? They are not the worst. I could wander the streets in town for hours, spending far too much time eyeing every trinket, dragging Rhyk along to silently suffer." Aemond's lips slightly pulled up at the thought of that. "Oh, you enjoy the idea of Rhyk's suffering?" Stelsa softly teased, pulling her fingers up to watch his hair fall back down.
"I do not need anything from you, Stelsa." Aemond avoided her answer, groaning as he sat up from his lying down position to come eye level with the girl. "Though, I am curious what unfortunate soul has attempted to help your horrendous stitching skills." Stelsa rolled her eyes at him as he said this.
"Your dear sister has been teaching me, and I quite believe she is an excellent teacher. As for the gift, you may not need anything from me but I wish to give you something for your thirteenth nameday." Stelsa reached a hand forward to toy with the collar of his messed up leather jacket — he had unbuttoned it earlier to get comfortable as he settled in her lap. She shifted slightly, easing the stiffness in her hips from remaining still for him.
Aemond tightened his lips, almost as though he were considering allowing her. It was not as though he could stop her. Stelsa knew he had spent enough time around her to know when she wished to do something, she would do it. "I suppose I can allow you to make me something." He smirked as Stelsa lightly tapped his jaw. Her lips parted into a small yawn. "Do you wish to return to your chambers?" Aemond quietly asked, watching as Stelsa leaned back.
"No." Stelsa's response was immediate, and while she said one thing her body said another. She could feel the weight of sleep tugging at her shoulders, but Stelsa also felt the nagging feeling tugging at her heart. The girl wanted to sleep, but she did not wish to sleep alone tonight.
