BOUND BY DUTY | daella targaryen | hotd fanfiction

XI. hightower's wife

"What good are you eating?" Gwayne asked her one afternoon in the royal gardens. It was one of those quieter days when the Princess had the whole garden to herself. Gwayne walked up to her, he had been shut up in his father's chambers all morning, attending to duties regarding Oldtown.
Daella turned in his direction as she licked her fingers off the sugar from the lemon cakes.
"Lemon cake." she said emotionlessly as he stood over her with his hands holding something behind his back.
"I brought you something." he sat down next to her on the narrow yellow couch. Marriage was still a new thing for both of them. While they kept eachothers company at night, they were less to be seen together during the day. Gwayne spent days having various debates with his Lord father, or arranging matters at The City Watch, since he was one of it's officers. They had little time together, and even when they did, they used it for the duty of producing an heir. A duty that Daella ignored every time she drank moon tea after Gwayne left her chambers or felt asleep on her bed.
He pulled out a green velvet box of the same size as her small hand was.
Daella placed the little box on her lap while her husband waited for her reaction.
A bracelet decorated with white sapphires along its entire length was hidden in the box.
Daella looked in his direction with wide eyes. It was no secret that she liked jewelry of various kinds, especially the ones with blue or silver stones.
"It's beautiful." He definitely had a taste for jewelry.
"The Ladies had been eyeing it all morning. It was the most luxurious piece the Royal Jeweler was selling." Of course that he had to brag about something like that.
He bought for himself and his wife the most beautiful pieces of everything that the merchants brought to The Keep to sell, from various furniture to meaningless things like the carpets of all kind of lenghts and colors with which he already had his chambers filled.
She didn't blame him for this, the bracelet was indeed unusually beautiful.
"Let me." he whispered before taking the jewel from the box and looking for her right hand.
His touch was as confident as everything he did. At times he reminded her of Lannister pride. He could definitely be compared to them with his charisma and confidence.
"We are going for a hunt to the King's Woods tomorrow." he announced while fastening the bracelet.
"With who?"
"With Danley and his party. The buffoon thinks he's going to win me over with stuff like that." he giggled. Ser Danley was of a small House from the distant Lannisport. His father was the highest commander of the royal servants.
Daella didn't like to judge people for no reason just because of their position in society, that hobby belonged to Gwayne and his sister.
"For how many days?"
"Just a few days until he really gets on my nerves with his talks about how he hates his brother because of whom no big inheritance awaits him." his hands left hers.
"It fits you perfectly." he pointed out, ignoring his last statement.
"Indeed it does." she couldn't disagree. It perfectly matched the shade of her skin, which was whiter than a daisy. Gwayne stood up on his feet.
"I should go now. Father is going home in a few days and I still have to settle something with him." he seemed indifferent at times when he was in Daella's presence, as if he had already fulfilled what his sister ordered him to do and nothing else forced him to stay longer outside in the gardens with his wife.
"Stay a little bit longer." came out of her unexpectedly. She didn't understand it herself. Gwayne blinked twice before turning slightly towards her. He smiled under his nose.
"You want me to rebel against the Lord of Oldtown?"
"A little rebellion will not hurt anyone." she also stood up from the couch. Gwayne chuckled again.
"The lemon cake tastes really good, Gwayne."
"I have no doubt about it."
"Stay. There will be time for duties when you leave."
Was it manipulation that she needed to get on her side?
Or perhaps loneliness that came with Candace's departure yesterday?
She didn't know.
"Maybe you'll be by my side on the way to Oldtown, if we will not succesed until then." he began before looking at her belly which was still empty without their babe.
Daella turned to the rounded glass table where she had treats brought to her by her servants. She didn't want to discuss the subject. Not with him, not with anyone.
"And if not? You'll still be gone for a long time." she replied before picking up another cake. She heard how he moved closer to her, how he was breathing on her neck, how he laid his head on her shoulder.
"Will you miss me, Daella?" he asked without a hint of the sarcasm he was so fond of.
Daella's breathing quickened, yet she answered in a calm tone.
"Will you miss me, Gwayne?" she looked ahead as he did. The sun was at the top of the sky.
"Who wouldn't miss you, Daella?" he whispered cunningly. 'By that he meant "Who wouldn't miss your body, Daella?" ' she had no doubt about it.
"There are several people whose name could be spoken in response."
"Well those people sure don't know anything about you." he whispered again.
Daella smiled at the thought of what a manipulator he was.
She took a bite of the lemon cake. Gwayne took the rest of the cake from her hands and ate it too.
She turned to face him, causing his head to leave her shoulder. He was standing next to her again.
"Have you bled this month yet?" he asked without an ounce of shame. He had asked her this question for the first time during their marriage, which was not surprising since it was not yet long after their wedding.
"No, not yet." she replied while they held eye contact. He just nodded gently at her answer.
"Do you want me to visit you tonight?" she asked a second later. It was a pointless question, of course she would have to.
He approached her.
"Visit?" he whispered before giving her a kiss. It was not typical for them to kiss anywhere other than in the bedroom during sex, when their bodies spoke behind it, not their minds.
His hands found a place just below her left breast. He was hungry, now, in the afternoon, in the gardens.
It couldn't be otherwise, Daella looked just as attractive today as she did on their first night together.
Daella kissed him back, there was no reason not to.
The taste of lemon cake was present at their kissing.
"I can visit you right now-" he said between the kissing, which soon turned into a race of tongues.
She couldn't deny that sometimes she enjoyed doing their duty, however sometimes it was a nightmare during which she was rather thinking about the things that had happened during the day.
Now his hazel eyes convinced her to enjoy every second they shared in the public gardens.
They both shuffled over to the couch where they were innocently sitting and talking a minute ago.
Gwayne dropped her onto the soft seat while he unbuttoned the bottom of his doublet.
His cock was more than aroused, it was undoubtedly happy to be woken up on a different time than just in the night.
His hazel eyes watched her violet ones while his cock visited her sacred place between her legs.
Daella hissed at first, then was hushed by her husband whom she hated so much.
Gwayne opened his mouth in pleasure, his eyes sparkling like the stars were at night.
Daella held his neck as his body was moving up and down.
The thought that someone was watching them did not leave her for a moment.
She thought of the erotic poem she had read earlier in the morning, about the Pentosi eroticism, which had so many kinds of ways of making pleasure.
"Daella-" she felt the same, the place he hit deeply, the feeling of it
turned them both into animals.
Gwayne sped up while Daella tried to open her legs more, even if it was not possible anymore.
Daella's left hand found a place on his hip under all the layers he was dressed in, feeling his soft sweat skin.
Her breathing became faster, Gwayne smiled when he sensed it with his touch on her chest.
"We should- stop-" she whispered while pushing her body closer to him, even though they were already on top of each other as much as it was possible.
Gwayne replied with a deep sigh.
"Gwayne-" she tried, she really did, to stop the madness they did in the gardens where anyone could see them.
Gwayne kissed her neck which already had traces from the night before.
It wasn't until they both reached their peak moments later, that Gwayne realized what they did in a public place like this.
He exhaled as he slowly buttoned up the black doublet with the green rhinestones on it. The sight of Daella and her contentment was more than a victory for him.
"Next time- I, I should control myself better, dear. I promise I will." his voice was still recovering from the moans that had been echoing in Daella's ears throughout the sex.
Daella silently adjusted the bottom of her skirt, fabric by fabric.
"Next time you better not breathe on my neck because what we did could easily be repeated in the carriage itself heading to The Sept." was her only reply along with a smirk.