Hod x oc

King of the narrow sea pt 2

"? You're a prince and you left, what's the difference with me?" She asked undoing her night dress. Quentyn's intoxicated mind struggled to come up with a good argument. He watched her undo her nightdress, his eyes unable to avert their gaze. But he knew he had to dissuade her from the idea. "It's not the same, princess," he said, managing to get his words out somewhat coherently. "I can protect myself, and the men with me. Whereas you... you're a princess, fragile and delicate." "Well, that's why you'll be there, to protect me" She said revealing her commoner outfit. Quentyn swallowed hard as he saw her outfit, his eyes roaming over her slender figure. She looked more like a common girl than a princess now, and the sight sent a jolt of desire through him in his drunken state.

"I... I suppose that's true," he agreed, his voice betraying his reluctance. "But are you certain you want to do this, princess? The tavern can be a rough place, filled with drunken men." "I'll be fine" She said tying a scarf around her head hiding her Targaryen white hair. Quentyn watched her transform herself from a princess into a common girl right before his eyes. Her white hair hidden, she looked almost unrecognizable. The effect was striking, and his desire for her only heightened. But there was a pang of worry in his chest as well. "Very well then," he said, trying to sound nonchalant, despite the knot of worry in his stomach. "Let's get going." "Yay" She said struggling to climb out the window.

Quentyn, despite his inebriated state, chuckled at her enthusiasm. He steadied her as she struggled to climb out the window, his large, calloused hands supporting her slender frame. Once she was safely out the window, he followed after her, his movements hindered slightly by the alcohol coursing through his veins. "Careful, princess," he cautioned, his voice hushed. "We don't want you falling and hurting yourself."

After some time, they reached the back alley where all the corrupt things happen

"It's so lively here" Rhaynna said watching the people do their tricks, Quentyn, his mind still clouded by alcohol, followed her silently. His eyes roamed over the people in the alley, a mix of curiosity and concern in his gaze. The stench of sweat and ale wafted through the air, mingled with the sound of raucous laughter and hushed whispers. He kept a protective hand on her shoulder, mindful of the potential dangers that lurked in the shadows.

"Yes, 'lively' is one word for it," he muttered, his voice filled with both admiration for her bravery and reservations about the whole situation. "You say that cause you come here often-" She said soon stopping noticing a couple have sex in the open. Quentyn's eyes widened as he followed her gaze, his drunk mind taking a moment to register what he was seeing. A couple, their clothes disheveled and bodies moving in rhythmic motions, hidden only by the shadows of a nearby doorway. Quentyn noticed her face flushed red and her eyes staring in curiosity.

"You shouldn't look" he said turning her head away from the scene "Why can't I look?" She asked as Quentyn shifted uncomfortably, his eyes darting back to the couple. He knew the sight was not something a princess should see, but he wasn't sure how to explain it to her without causing offense "It's... it's not something you should be looking at, princess," he said, his voice soft but firm. "It's private... intimate. Meant for closed doors, not open alleyways." "What are they doing?" She asked clueless.

Quentyn's lips pressed into a thin line, his intoxicated mind struggling to find the words to explain the act they were witnessing. He took a moment, his eyes still on the couple, before speaking, his voice low and gruff. "They're, um... they're making love," he said, his voice laced with a mixture of embarrassment and discomfort. Rhaynna's face flushed brighter as she processed his words. Her eyes widened in surprise, the innocence in her expression giving way to shock. She turned to face Quentyn, her mouth opened slightly in disbelief. "Making...love?" she repeated, her voice barely a whisper. Quentyn nodded, his face still flushed with alcohol and embarrassment. He couldn't bring himself to look at her directly, his gaze fixed on the cobblestones below their feet. "Yes, princess. That's what they're doing," he confirmed, his voice quiet. "It's a private act between people who care for each other... very deeply."