Jasmine had noticed how quick Viserys was to leave, and a small smile graced her lips. Some jealously would do him some good. He might be jealous, but he didn’t understand how tense their relationship was. Maybe if he felt this spite, he might realize that nothing can work just as he wanted. She continued to respond to the prince, but when he asked for her hand, she turned him down.
This seemed to anger him, but before stuffed peacock could even touch her again, Rajah was chasing him right down the front steps. Jasmine sighs as she made her way down a long hall. Her thoughts quickly falling back to her lover. He wanted her to give him everything, but it was so against her morals. The women he was use to, did not have such a strong stance against letting men have their way it seems.
He was use to bedding women if he desired them, and they desired back. Truthfully, there were times she had been more than tempted to give into him, but she wouldn’t risk it. No, she wouldn’t give him what he wanted until they found a solid solution that allowed them to love each other without hiding. The time passed slowly, but once her meal was over, she took a relaxing bath, before rubbing lotions and oils into her skin and hair. Dismissing her maidens as she loosely wrapped her robe around her figure. Once she was sure there was no one there, the princess slipped out of her chambers, making her way to the garden.
Viserys had heard Rajah taking care of the Prince and he gave the large tiger an extra scrap of food from the nearby plate he had been cleaning off and pat the animal who had gotten used to the Targaryen’s presence over time and they were friendly with one another, least enough for small interactions like this and he watched as the Tiger padded off to go towards Jasmine’s room and he left going back to his small chamber and got himself ready, looking as presentable as the royal slave could and smoothed out his hair, redoing a braid before he met Jasmine in the gardens, slipping past the guards and anyone else that he saw in the corridors.
“Princess” He purred as he greeted her, giving her a small bow as approached her noting the how she wore only a robe and as he neared her he could smell the oils on her skin and these only heightened his senses and his eyes took in her figure. “You look beautiful under the moonlight, if I may be so bold to say so” He complimented as he sat at the water fountain’s edge, a smile rested on his lips as he waited for her. “Where was that Prince from?” He asked, his curiouslty had over come him though he knew now was the time to forget about Princes and their duties and positions in the world. This was time for them to be as they should be able to be all the time, together and close. Lovers.
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