#( deria ft. aemond | sapphireeyedprince )

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❝ Just what kind of thoughts were you having? ❞ smirking, he began to remove his gloves as he made his way towards her.

❝ Hopefully, they were good ones. ❞

It had not been difficult for the Martell Princess to make her way into Aemond's chambers; despite her usual flamboyant appearance, she had simply draped a dark cloak over her ochre and scarlet gown and slipped in through one of the slender tunnels Aemond had shown her. The Red Keep was pitted with the things; it was a wonder any of the foundations stood, so hollowed out with intricate labyrinths were they. King's Landing was nothing like Sunspear, and Deria's brother, the future Ruling Prince, had had little success in broaching an alliance with Viserys I...but Deria was having a rather more successful time with her own kind of alliances...

She stood, eyeing him with interest as he stripped off his gloves, a shiver of anticipation running down her spine. She had discarded her cloak in a pool of dark grey wool on the chair she had been lounging in, and her gown was gauzy silk, almost transparent in the candlelight, giving hints of her slender form beneath its thin layers. She shook back her dark hair so it tumbled down her back and smiled, reaching out a hand to trace the laces of his heavy leather riding jerkin. She hummed with interest at the smell: sulphur and smoke, burning iron, and the unique scent of dragon. "They were excellent, but rather dull in comparison to the real thing." It was the sense of danger she liked. She looked up at him through her eyelashes, trying for innocence, though somewhat failing: "how was your ride, your Grace?"

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Deria had been warned about the younger Targaryen Prince. They said he was even more unpredictable than his older brother the heir, cruel, vicious, violent. She had seen little cruelty in him, but the violence was always there, just under the surface, threatening to escape. Of course, every warning she had received only made her more curious, and once they had met she had pinned him in her mind, pictured him in her bed, the sort of power play she did best. This stuffy Crownland court had disliked her from the beginning, but she had expected that; her and her ladies refused to change, did not step aside to let the great Lords pass, and enraged the Queen with their laughter, their gambling, their paramours. There was no shame to be had in the bedchamber in Dorne. Sometimes Deria amused herself by imagining that she could take Aemond back to Sunspear with her as her own paramour, set him up in a manse in the Shadow Town, buy him jewels, watch Vhagar swoop and soar over the bay. She did not think he would enjoy being so owned; it might teach him a little humility.

She watched the thin material of her gown slip through his fingers and smiled, showing sharp teeth. She liked having his eyes on her, knowing how much he wanted her - that he likely only cared for her because of her beauty mattered little to Deria, or so she told herself. There were plenty of men who would declare their love for her given the slightest chance, write her poems, songs praising her grace and elegance, her laughter and her dancing. Aemond would not do such a thing. Perhaps a more sceptical nature might see ambition in his rapid seduction of her, but Deria cared little for politics. Whether Viserys chose to ally with her brother or not, she would have her fun; if Aemond hoped for power for himself, he would have to find it elsewhere. She began to undo his laces, one thread at a time, and leaned back into his arm about her waist, gazing up at him as her fingers worked, almost casually.

The thought of mounting Vhagar made Deria shudder. The huge dragon frightened her, but the fear was almost a pleasant thing, like looking down from a great height; a sweep of vertigo that made her press herself against him. Oh, protect me. She wondered if he would like to see her like that - afraid. At his mercy. She could play that part. "I don't think dragons like the Dornish," she said lightly, as she reached the bottom of his jerkin. She touched the light shirt underneath, slipped her hand underneath at the waist so she could feel the warmth of his skin, the hard plane of his stomach. "Vhagar may still hold a grudge for that unfortunate business at the Hellholt. I wouldn't want her to try and settle the score." She touched his cheek with her other hand - the unscarred side, of course. She had once asked about the sapphire, and his angry reaction told her inquiries in that direction were not welcome. Her light fingers moved down to his mouth, brushed over his lower lip, and she smiled. "Not that I don't trust in your ability to control her, of course..."

The alliances between Dorne didn't seem to be going in anyone's favor, and Aemond had found himself enjoying the presence and time of the princess. Showing her around King's Landing. The secret passages through the Keep. The young prince had often wondered if he should visit Dorne to secure a more solid alliance, but there would be no love for Vhagar's return. Deria had been more interesting than most of the ladies at court and captured his attention soon after arriving here. His chambers were always open to her and had told her which passages to take if the hour was late.

Her dresses had always caught his eye, never like the ones the ladies wore her. They were bright and flowy, but the one she wore now. Aemond couldn't help but look her up and down, eye trailing her form. Fingers gently touched the silky fabric as he hummed in approval. ❝ Rather dull? That simply won't do now, will it? ❞ Smirking, he couldn't stop himself from admiring her. Deria was beautiful. There was no doubt, and he wasn't the only one who thought that. Aemond was captivated by her, but he wouldn't stay out loud yet. Not sure if he was ready to admit such things. Boldly, he snaked his arm around her waist to bring her a little closer. ❝ It was relaxing, as always. I think you should join me one day... Not many can say they've ridden a dragon. It could make so many jealous. ❞