Kingslayer [Game of Thrones] ✓

What lies behind starstuck eyes

It had quickly become her favourite thing. After every meeting, every council, every decision hard or painful to make she'd always go and let herself fall into those strong, caring arms. Her heart yearned for them every waking moment. The Serpent Queen had fallen in love. It had happened so quickly she hadn't noticed until she was already far too deep in. It was the same that evening. Entering her chambers her eyes connect with blue ones. Hurrying towards him she sinks into the opened arms, her nose filling with the familiar scent. Her eyes fall close as soft kisses are pressed to her lids, her breath evening out. This was what true bliss had become. "How was my queens day?" She smiles to herself. "It was straining. So many decisions, so many discussions about things already discussed before..", she hums. "And the Westerosi Mockingbird has once again tried to sneak one of his little birdies into my palace and into my chambers." Raising his eyebrows Jaqen looks at her. "What has this queen done with the man sent here?" "Nothing yet. This queen decided to let her love decide what to do with him. He has been sent to serve some guests of mine, as he is playing a servant currently, trying to pursuade my servants into helping him on his mission. He doesn't know that they are loyal to a fault and report any such activities to me.. nor does he know that even the lowest of my servants are paid more handsomely than he is or what he offers..", she hums, looking up at those blue eyes as she rests in those comforting arms. "So.. what will you have me do? Whatever you decide will happen." "Why give a man this much power in your decisions?" "Because this queen has fallen in love and she does not want to make a choice concerning in part this relationship alone. It takes two to form one and I will not take this from you. He lives or dies on your accord and in whatever way you decide." Jaqens fingers brush over those lips he had wanted to kiss the first moment he had set his eyes on her. The lips he had devoured every night since that first one. The lips whose taste he would never get sick of. Green eyes look up at him, full of affection that had never once before been sent his way. Not in the life before becoming a faceless man, not in the life as a faceless man until he had met her. "Do you know his name?", he asks gently. She nods. "Lothar." "The faceless god will be handed the face of Lothar.", he speaks and the plush lips pull up into a smile. "I will see you work?" "Would my queen like to?" "I would." He smiles lightly before kissing her lips. "Then she shall come with me."
Medusa Meer watches with awe from the balcony of her room as out of nowhere the false servant drops and her love, just under a different face, cuts off that of the spy, sending it off, in a parcel, to the temple of the faceless god. Before she sees him she can already feel him standing behind her. "Sometimes I wonder how blessed I must be to have been found by you." Turning to face him, now again wearing the face she had grown used to she cups his cheek, uncaring of his bloodied hands, rising to her feet to step into his arms. "This mans queen is blessed. However not for having this man by her side." Shaking her head she chuckles. "No. It is you that I have been blessed with. And the thought that maybe one day you will have to leave me again terrifies me. I have never once before loved like this, Jaqen. No one but you.", she breathes, kissing his lips. "I know that maybe you do not see yourself with the same value as I do see but just know that I do not want or need another. All I truly need is you and I would make you my king if I wouldn't know you'd refuse." He smiles slightly. "A man still serves the faceless god. He will have to serve him for a while longer. Even if a man wanted to be this queens king, he couldn't be." Medusa smiles back. "I will wait for you until that answer will be a yes. And if it is until my last days.", she tells him and presses a kiss to the back of his hand, avoiding the blood. "Let us get you cleaned up. The man we shall sent to Westeros in parts. I do not want such scum to rest in our soil." Her hands carefully caress his as she cleans the blood off them with fresh, herbal scented soaps and oils as his gaze rests on her. Her words lingering in his mind. Titles had once meant the world to him. They meant how far out of reach someone was. Then, becoming a faceless man, they had lost their meaning. They were only words. Nothing that would elevate or save someone. They all would die before his hands. Now however titles meant something else to him again. They were signs of the affection he was receiving. Becoming a king would have been unthinkable once, now it was a title offered to him as the one title coming with the union to her. The woman before him who had accepted him without knowing who he was, where his roots laid.. he could see it in her eyes whenever she told him that she loved him that she meant it. He could not give her anything.. Nothing but his touch, his affection, his care. It was all she did ask for. Becoming her king would officially bind them for all of the world to see. There would be no more unanswered questions. Nothing standing in between them ever. He could protect her. She would never again have to leave his arms when doing her work. They would do it together. There would no longer be men and women trying to charm their ways into her arms. She would be his by right. Perhaps one day the faceless god would be kind enough to allow him to stay with her until their last breaths. Allow the name she was calling him to truly be his and her personality to define him until he had found himself behind the countless faces again. "A man wishes for nothing more than for this Queen to become his with the gods giving us their blessings one day." Medusa Meer smiles, bringing his cleaned hands to her chest, allowing him to feel her fast yet steady heartbeat. "I will pray for that day to come. I love you." Stepping close he kisses her, knowing that he would die for her if that was what it would take to have those green eyes filled with life for another day. "And a man loves this queen. And forever he will."