i feel the lavender haze creeping up on me surreal, I'm damned if I do give a damn what people say.
𓆩❤︎𓆪┊𝖑avender 𝖍aze, house of dragon
[ VOL 𝒊. LAVENDER HAZE series ]
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𓆩♰𓆪┊THAT NIGHT ALICENT AND REBEKAH EXCHANGED ONE LAST KISS KNOWING THAT IT WOULD BE THEIR LAST.
She escaped, slipping out of the room right when Rebekah lied to her guard, requesting tea to help her sleep. No doubt, Alicent was returning to the King's chambers, and the thought made Rebekah's stomach lurch—helpless, but not regretful of what she'd done.
Ophelia did not ask questions when Rebekah summoned her to her chambers. She knew the Princess had someone in her bed, and she wouldn't utter a word to anyone. Loyalty was a rare commodity, but Rebekah had earned hers.
Rebekah sat in her bath, head tilted back, as Ophelia combed through her damp hair.
"I have connections, Princess... if you ever do need—"
"There is no need," Rebekah interrupted, her lips curving into a smirk, "seeing as I laid with someone that doesn't possess a cock." She watched the incredulous expression bloom across her handmaiden's face and chuckled.
"Oh, well done." Ophelia managed to say, a grin spreading across her lips. Whatever worries she harbored for Rebekah's well-being faded, replaced by curiosity. She wondered how her friend Mysaria would react upon hearing Rebekah's latest conquest—a woman, no less. Mysaria would surely be envious.
"Well, who was the pretty girl? Was she a maiden?—" Ophelia's question was cut off by Rebekah's laugh.
Before she could answer, the doors to her chambers opened. Ophelia frowned and stepped out from behind the curtains, entering the main chambers.
"Princess, you cannot walk in here." Ophelia protested when she saw Rhaenyra step inside, her presence as commanding as ever. The guard outside looked apologetic, but what choice did he have? Refusing the Heir to the Throne was a risk he could not take.
Rhaenyra's eyes were sharp, her voice sharper still. "Get out."
"Excuse me?"
Recognizing Rhaenyra's voice, Rebekah spoke up, "It's alright, Ophelia. You are excused. I'll ring if I need you."
