She heard the bitterness, knowing he hated more than anything, the status he held. When he brought up having to go as far as selling his mother’s own crown, her heart ached for him more. She had very little to remember her own mother from. Most of her belongings were hidden away where she was never able to find them, or given away by her father’s hand. The true and only thing she had left was the secret garden her mother had created so many years ago. The place she would sometimes meet her lover in. Jasmine rested her cheek on him once more as he continued on, bringing up the story she had heard more often. How he was treated badly when he was with his sister and her new people. She had a feeling at some point, they may meet. If she was able to come anywhere near Agrabah.
A surprised gasp left the princess as he suddenly rolled over, having not realized he had been looking at her. A playful giggle left her lips as he hovered over her. Her hands shot up to his shoulders. Viserys always craved more from her, and she knew all too well that he had a lot of experience. A soft pleased sigh left her lips as he started to press kisses over her skin, shivering as he got a little lower.
“You are doing more than enough, I am pleased just to feel your lips.” She told him, before blushing. She was always so curious about what he had learned but knew better. While they could have their fun, if she was not a virgin when she was married, it would spell trouble. “Viserys, please.” She sits up a little, reaching down to stop him. Her eyes looking up into his own.
“You know it’s a risk to do this during the day. Especially if we are heard…” She looked over her shoulder at the garden, she knew there were others working out there still. They may not have seen him enter, but their suspicions would rise if the lovers were heard. “Please, wait till tonight?” She asked, looking at him again. Even though she craved him just as much, she couldn’t. Jasmine did not want them to lose each other because they were caught.
A smile caught his lips at her words and than as faded once she had started to sit up and stop any further movement. He shook his head at her worries and looked at Jasmine, a frown on his face as she spoke again. Why should they have to wait? He couldn’t quite wrap his head around her customs and while in some cases they were like his own countries customs…Some just were unheard of. Westeros didn’t have slaves for one.
He sat back and watched her movements and grumbled, displeased with the Princess. “Free me. Make me a free man and I will marry you. Your father wants a Prince. That’s me. I’m to rule my country.” He told Jasmine as he took hold of her hand in his. “We can be free. Together.” He added on as he looked at their suddoundings, the places they had to hide and times of day they had to wait just because he in her people’s eyes…no…in her eyes, wasn’t good enough for her and his eyes found were her pet tiger’s bed and he sighed “Or am I just some exotic pet for you to play with till something better comes along? I am Viserys Targaryen. Blood of Old Valaryia. The rightful King of Westeros. Jasmine. Not Rajah”
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