Fire and Sea

Five

Rhaenyra

"Where are you going?" Rhaenyra questions in a low voice.

Her eyes track every movement the Velayron Princess makes. When she runs her fingers through her hair. When she pulls at the collar of her dress. Even when her hands brush over her breast, Rhaenyra watches. She feels almost disgusted with herself when she catches herself doing it. This is her best friend. The other half of her. And yet Rhaenyra craves her in the way she shouldn't. Wants to plant kisses from her lips, travel them all the way until she gets to finally taste her. Wants to worship her like the dragon she is.

Rhaenyra pulls her eyes away from her friend as she feels the burning of desire flicker low in her stomach. She hears Laenyll push out a breath from the side of the large bed. Rhaenyra feels small as she stands in the center of the room, trying her hardest not to draw her gaze back.

"Back to Driftmark, Rhaenyra. I want to see Laenor before the tourney tomorrow." she answers before climbing to her feet.

Her attire from before was discarded. The saliva in Rhaenyra's throat was thick as she had watched Laenyll strip from the tight leathers earlier. Something pinches in Rhaenyra's chest at her words.

She swallows, swiping a piece of stray white hair from her face.

"But I wanted to be with you tonight." she confesses.

She knew that being with Laenyll tonight would be dangerous especially since she's been high off the need for her friend as of late. It only increased once her Uncle had returned from his adventures. She watched as his eyes memorized each step she took, each sway of her hips. His eyes showed nothing but genuine fire for the girl. The same girl who Rhaenyra dreamed of starting a life with. A bitter taste coated her tongue when watching the way her friend's eyes lit up when receiving his gift. Rhaenyra would give Laenyll all the seven kingdoms if only she could look at her like that forever.

"I'm with you every night, Rhaenyra." Laenyll lightly chuckles. "I'm here more with you than with my brother."

Her stomach flips as she shifts her weight. She clenches her fingers around her silk nightgown, the same gown that the best friends had matching ones of. Laenyll was supposed to wear hers tonight because of the big occasion tomorrow.

"Do you not like being here with me?" Rhaenyra couldn't help but ask.

Everything became different the moment her Uncle returned. Laenyll became quieter around her. Laenyll disappeared for hours only coming back with complaints of soreness and calluses littering her hands. She even spotted blood on her friends' clothing. Rhaenyra didn't want her mind to race to the dark conclusions but what else was she supposed to do? Laenyll put up a wall between them.

She tenses when Laenyll tenses her entire body, turning on her heels, brows creased as she narrows her eyes onto Rhaenyra.

When she doesn't move or say anything, Rhaenyra continues.

"You have not been with me lately. The guards can only give vague descriptions of where you are." Rhaenyra shrugs her shoulders, dropping them as she lets out a sharp breath. "There are words going around that people have spotted you with Daemon."

The young girl couldn't help but take a few steps closer to Laenyll. Her body, an attracting force that pulled and pulled. Rhaenyra's shoulders ease with tension slightly when Laenyll mirrors her motions and approaches her. Laenyll's hair pulled back into a ponytail contrasting against the dark color of her cloak that tied tightly around her body. Her lips pulled into a frown at the sight of it. She draws her eyes back up to meet Laenyll's. Her light eyes were distant, they were flickering.