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Post by Lord Lyonel Harroway on Feb 20, 2014 23:36:24 GMT -5
Sergio smiled at her. He lowered his mouth to her neck, and nipped it lightly. "Your mother has procured my services to escort, herself, and her three children from this city, to Dorne." His left hand alighted on her knee, before running down her leg to cup her plump rear.
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Post by Lady Visenya Targaryen on Feb 21, 2014 0:29:11 GMT -5
She made a mock moue of surprise when his hand found her bottom before settling more fully into his grip. "How is she paying you for this risky mission?"
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Post by Lord Lyonel Harroway on Feb 21, 2014 0:34:58 GMT -5
"We have not yet agreed on the price." Serigo replied honestly, his hand gripping her rear firmly. He studied her face, his own quite close to hers, "I must first make sure an escape is possible." His mouth sought out hers again. His tongue slipping into her mouth, as he leaned her back against the arm of his seat.
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Post by Lady Visenya Targaryen on Feb 21, 2014 0:44:24 GMT -5
She kissed him back, wondering if she would keep saying yes until it was too late to say no. This man was for her mother, not for her, but his mouth was warm and his hands felt good on her body. "Do..do you think it will be?" She breathed the question into his ear, still pressed against the arm of the chaise. "Will we be able to bring my dragon?"
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Post by Lord Lyonel Harroway on Feb 21, 2014 0:49:24 GMT -5
Sergio face was still inches from hers, after just having broke the kiss, "I know I can get out you and your siblings that I am sure of." He leaned in and his teeth tugged playfully just once on her lower lip. "I can not say if I can help you free your dragon. Are you ever allowed to fly free? What do you think?" As he waited for her reply his hungry mouth moved to kiss slowly down her neck. Occasionally his sharp teeth nibbled at her skin.
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Post by Lady Visenya Targaryen on Feb 21, 2014 0:58:42 GMT -5
Every time his teeth closed on her skin, a moan escaped VIsenya''s lips. It seemed to her that Lord Delinaal was intent on not just playing at being lovers. "I am not. I must...ah! I must fly escorted. I am to marry Lord Maekar, perhaps he could be persuaded to help us."
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Post by Lord Lyonel Harroway on Feb 21, 2014 1:04:56 GMT -5
"I will talk with him, but his reputation makes that seem quite unlikely." Sergio halted his kisses for a moment as he thought. "Would you be willing to abandon your mount?" His free hand moved to her ankle and he started inching the silk robe up her smooth leg. His kisses began again and followed her neck line down her chest.
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Post by Lady Visenya Targaryen on Feb 21, 2014 1:09:43 GMT -5
"He might be persuaded," she insisted, drawing in a sharp breath when his mouth found the top of her breast. "It would be so hard to leave my dragon, poor dear, she is already left chained and alone so often."
She struggled to sit up suddenly, with a gasp unrelated to the movements of his mouth and his hands on her body. "I would have to leave him behind as well, would I not?"
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Post by Lord Lyonel Harroway on Feb 21, 2014 1:13:35 GMT -5
"Lord Maekar... I certainly doubt he will wish to flee the court." Sergio replied. He let her sit up, and then once again his face was quite close to hers. His fingers stayed on her leg though, having moved up passed her calf. He tilted his head and leaned into another hot kiss. Sucking her tongue into his mouth he seemed to leave time behind as all his focus was suddenly on that kiss.
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Post by Lady Visenya Targaryen on Feb 21, 2014 13:40:42 GMT -5
She moaned and fell against him, her arms lazily twined about his neck, her hands stroking his hair and drawing him nearer. "Wait..." She pushed him away suddenly and removed his hand from her skirts. "My mother...I cannot let this continue." The words were hard for her to say as she had gloried in his hands upon her flesh.
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Post by Lord Lyonel Harroway on Feb 21, 2014 16:34:19 GMT -5
Sergio chucked low beneath his breath. His finger caressed her cheek and he whispered to her. "I am as much your lover as hers. I have asked her to pretend like I asked you. I needed an excuse to meet her regularly. Your mother made it clear to me at our last meeting that it only be a ruse." He smiled warmly, "She And I jumped on her bed and called out loud to fool the guards."
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Post by Lady Visenya Targaryen on Feb 21, 2014 21:05:13 GMT -5
"Am I to believe you and she played like children to fool the kings men?" Her breath still came in gasps. "But you would be my lover in truth, would you not? If I did nothing to stop you, you would continue on and on until we were lying here utterly spent."
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Post by Lord Lyonel Harroway on Feb 21, 2014 23:36:53 GMT -5
"I would ravage you if allowed." Sergio replied in a hoarse whisper. He pulled her into another kiss. His hands moved behind her head pulling her into his lips.
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Post by Lady Visenya Targaryen on Feb 24, 2014 15:01:50 GMT -5
She kissed him passionately, responding to his every touch and every caress. The thought of her mother retreated to the farthest corner of her mind as she let the rogueish Braavosi have his way. "You understand I will need to have...time to think?"
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Post by Lord Lyonel Harroway on Feb 24, 2014 20:35:44 GMT -5
Sergio felt her give in to his kisses and he smiled. His hands scooping under her he lifted her into the air and carried her toward her bed. His mouth moving back to kiss along her cleavage. He almost misunderstood her question. "Well... I should inform you that your mother has said she won't leave with out you... so it is not just you." He laid her down on the bed, his finger hooking into her robe and opening it wide.
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Post by Lady Visenya Targaryen on Feb 25, 2014 13:39:12 GMT -5
She nodded, reaching out to open his clothes as well. "Of course not. She has no one else."
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Post by Lord Lyonel Harroway on Feb 25, 2014 17:08:15 GMT -5
Sergio stared down at the beautiful vixen panting in front of him and found other thoughts difficult to process. He laid atop of her.
Some great time later he was holding her. The covers had been thrown back away from the bed. His back was against one of the posters. He lay there catching his breath.
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Post by Deleted on May 30, 2014 11:17:21 GMT -5
///////////// "Good day to you, Lord Reyne," said Visenya, giving him a respectful nod. He, too, had been kind to her, and she would never forget that. "I suppose we should take tea in my chambers? Then you can tell me everything that's happened." Visenya gestured toward the stairway leading into the upper reaches of the Keep. Before leaving the hall, she beckoned to a servant and ordered the tea, as well as some light refreshments. Daenya followed Visenya to her royal chambers, smiling her goodbye to Lord Reyne. "Oh, there has been so much I have missed! If I am to tell you of all the adventures I have had then I must find out what has been going on here," She said as they entered the chambers. "Especially regarding how... your husband gained the throne." She smiled. |
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Post by Lady Visenya Targaryen on May 30, 2014 11:30:27 GMT -5
"Maegor...the late King preferred my lord husband to succeed him over Prince Aegon. He also won the seat by right of combat with two of whom would deny him the crown," Visenya said simply, showing Daenya to a small pile of cushions and a low table. She sat first, as was her right as Queen. "Now do tell me of your own adventures. How did you end up in Dorne after a mission to the Summer Isles?"
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Post by Deleted on May 30, 2014 11:35:18 GMT -5
Daenya narrowed her eyes as Visenya spoke, a curious look on her face. "And how is it that my father died? And my mother?" She asked, though her voice remained sweet. She looked down at the cushions and shrugged, before sitting.
"As for myself... I had thought that perhaps distances could be bridged with the Dornish. Alas, I was wrong."
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Post by Lady Visenya Targaryen on May 30, 2014 11:41:59 GMT -5
"Maegor was murdered. Through sorcery," she said quietly, still not wanting to believe that it was Kesi who had done it though Maekar had said it so many times she was almost convinced of its veracity. "And your mother...she and my husband met in battle and she was defeated. She blamed my husband and his allies for the death of your father. But it is not true."
The food came, then, and Visenya was quiet while the servants set it out. When they left, she poured tea for both of them and continued. "I am sorry you come back to a new order and to both your parents dead, but your father promised it to Maekar...to King Maekar. He as only doing as his father wanted."
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Post by Deleted on May 30, 2014 11:49:26 GMT -5
Daenya took her cup in silence and blew on it softly, before daring a sip. "Lovely," She said quietly, setting the cup down again.
"It wasn't easy and I did not hear much in Dorne," She finally said, looking up at the Queen. "But I had a lot of time to think about things. A lot of time." She smiled. "Enough to mourn as much as I needed. Please, let us not speak of these dreary things. How long until your heir will be born?" She asked, indicating Visenya's growing tummy.
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Post by Lady Visenya Targaryen on May 30, 2014 12:23:39 GMT -5
Visenya sipped at her cup likewise, not sure of how to gauge Daenya's reaction. When Daenya looked up at her again, she smiled broadly, hoping to look welcoming. "Five months or so. I am almost halfway now, not so very much longer, or so the maester says. I find pregnancy to be interminably long. I have no doubt it will only seem longer as the baby grows." She laughed at herself.
"I would love to move on from the topic, but I feel as though I have told you much of the events in Kings Landing while you have told but little of the events in Dorne and the Summer Isles. Was Princess Sarella not a fine host? i must confess I have never met her, but I heard she throws the most excellent of parties."
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Post by Deleted on May 30, 2014 12:29:07 GMT -5
"I would not call Princess Sarella a host," Daenya replied, sipping more of her tea. "Prison guard is a more apt term, though at least I received the dignity worth a royal hostage."
She set her cup down and squeezed some lemon into the tea, stirring it about. Her eyes moved up to study Visenya, still wondering how the girl had ended up as queen.
"As for the Summer Isles? It was a pleasant, warm places, where men and women have no worries. A paradise, one might say. I entreat you to visit."
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Post by Lady Visenya Targaryen on May 30, 2014 12:33:43 GMT -5
"Oh, that is terribly unfortunate that she held you prisoner. I regret that my grandfather, the one man who could have helped us achieve peace with Dorne, was killed in such a crude and untimely manner." Neither Visenya's tone nor expression betrayed the inner rage she still felt toward Baratheon for his misdeeds on that field.
"The Summer Isles do sound nice. I have a fondness for warm places. Gods know, I would not survive long in the north!"
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all alone and also really bored 
Hopefully going to kickstart the festival too