The Gardens

He groaned in surprise but he was a red-blooded man and she was a girl, presumably a maiden flowered by now, and he couldn't say no. He returned her kiss with fervour and his hands started to stray over her body.

He looked at her in surprise. "So you can touch, but I can't? How is that fair?"

He pulled away. "No. If I can't touch you this game serves no purpose. I am not your toy, my lady."

He pushed her off him and stood. "Doesn't make sense to me, my lady. Either we both have freedom to do as we will with one another, or neither does. So perhaps I had best say my farewells."

"Bitch. You do that and I'll tell the king what kind of daughter he has."

He started to walk away.

He turned and glared at her. "I don't care any more. Go find some other fool to toy with."

He walked away.

Wisdom Waxley had been around the keep during the day and had spotted the young Targaryen. He had decided to follow her slowly over the course of her travels in the Keep. He had admired her features from afar, and noted the sweet flowing nature of her hair. He wished he had some of it for his own purposes. He kept his head down and moved down a hall when he spotted her moving to where the Gardens could be. He decided to wait around when he knew she was there, perhaps he could see her walk by him when she cam back to the Keep. He wanted to see her hair closer perhaps even smell it. He waited a while and wondered if she had gone through a different way. He spotted her briefly and his heart raced. She was walking nearly towards him! He thought fast and scurried behind some bushes. Yes, this spot would do, he could somewhat see through the bushes as she would walk by. This was perfect. His hands got sweaty as he waited in anticipation for her to be near him.

Waxley was petrified to the spot, the girl had seemed to drop her amulet right by him! What a disaster! Surely he would be spotted while he carefully observed her through the bushes. He tried to hold still as best as he could, fight the urge to wipe what he felt might be some sweat beading on his forehead. He licked his lips. Perhaps this wasn't so bad. She had not seen him. He could watch carefully. Her flowing hair as she bent over to pick up her jewelry...magnificent. Like a golden cascade; a waterfall. Yes. Truly so. The light caught in her silver-gold hair in no way he had ever seen before. He would cherish this moment forever!

He watched her stand up and move away. He felt empowered for a moment, he had gotten away with looking at her in secret. It was an amazing feeling and it was proof that he could continue to do it. He would have to be more careful and less slapdash. He stepped out around the bushes and wiped his forehead. No sweat at all. He began planning in his mind to create a doll in the likeness of the princess. It would be his secret tribute since he could not have the real one. A small smile played on his lips as he left the garden slowly. If only he could get some of her hair to make the doll more real...

Sarena Vani'ani entered the gardens, as she toured the castle. Despite her blindness, she seemed to have no trouble keeping to the path.

Sarena stopped and smiled serenely in the direction of the voice.

"The Red Lord takes interest in all lands, sweet one, it is his followers who have generally avoided this place. But fire spreads quickly, and it will do so here also, I am sure."

Sarena took a step closer to the other woman, and she could feel the power coming from her.

"There is nothing to fear from fire. Fire cleanses, fire heals, the Lord of Light is fire, and there is a flame within you, I can feel it burning bright and strong. One day maybe you will learn to use it."