She had never done anything like this before. She was well and truly drunk, and perched on the lap of a handsome but no doubt dangerous sellsword who would likely willingly slit her throat if someone offered him enough gold. And that just made him all the more desirable.
His hands felt good, his very nearness felt good and she liked that he sounded just as desperate and out of control as she felt. Not that she would give him the satisfaction of showing it though…
“The night is still young, Ser Bronn, and I want to enjoy the ale I just paid for,” she said, kissing him on his scruff-covered cheek. She reached over and picked up the two mugs, handing him his. “But drink up fast. I’ll need your help in getting back into the Red Keep, and then I’ll need to … thank you for your assistance.”
He grasped his mug in one hand as the other rested on her back and was content to just have her stay in his lap. This was all he needed right now, Meryll in his lap and a mug of ale in his hand. “Don’t test me sweetheart” Bronn chuckled, raising an eyebrow at the young woman as he downed his ale in no time. He’d had plenty of practice during his youth in drinking competitions and while he had been beaten a handful of times he’d won more than enough to make up for the losses.
“Of course. What kind of knight would I be if I didn’t help a maiden in need?” He told her as he readjusted his legs as they were getting used to the weight on them and gave a surprised sigh of relief as his back popped in just the right spot that he didn’t know needed popping. “Shall we?” He asked as he put his mug down with a loud thud and stood, carrying Meryll for a minute as he stood, kissing her cheek before setting her down. “I ain’t carrying you the whole way, Princess” He ruffled her hair before he started towards the door, jesting with her and he realized how much he liked Meryll’s company. There was something familiar and inviting about her and he’d be lying if he didn’t want more of it.
Jasmine knew the frown was a bad sign. How she wanted to keep him smiling, to hear his laughter and feel his arms around her. Yet she seemed to upset him more than she made him smile. The princess sighed softly, bowing her head a little. When he demanded his freedom, she bit her lower lip. He knew it wasn’t that easy. Even if she wanted to do so, she would need her father’s blessing. Something she had been begging for since she realized she had fallen for Viserys. Yet every time, he turned her away on her request, due to the whispering form Jafar.
However, even if she was able to give him his freedom, it wouldn’t be as they wanted. He could beg her father for her hand,s he knew it would not be an easy task. “You are asking for something I have been fighting for days. He has said no every time I ask for it. You know if I could, we wouldn’t have to hide like this.” She told him, looking down at their joined hands. She wanted the future he described so badly. Where they were together and happy, and ruling Agrabah, together. Yet she knew something else. He wanted more than Agrabah. He wanted to go to Westeros, he wanted his throne. Viserys wanted his homeland, and to rule it. That was not what Jasmine wanted. She wanted to explore and see, but not rule such a large and foreign land.
“Viserys, please look at me.” She pleaded softly, reaching up to brush her free fingers over his cheek. Trying to coax him into looking at her. She was about to speak, her mouth open, but her words caught in her eyes. The hurt and betrayal at his words were clear in her eyes. Jasmine let go of him, as if he had burned her. It felt like he had and she moved away. “How could you say that to me? I have never treated you like that, you are more than that to me.” She turned away, wrapping her arms around herself, moving to lean against the wall. “You act like I haven’t been fighting for you this whole time. If I hadn’t raised my voice and gotten you out of worse work, and possibly dying from no food or water. You would not be treated as kindly if I had not given you my heart.”
Viserys’s head was swamped with everything that was happening and how fast things had turned from loving and sweet to horrid and fighting. “You have plenty of servants I do understand why you need me as well. In fact you’ve gotten five new ones in the recent months” He huffed before she moved away from him. He wanted to have her with him, if here in her country or if he could find his way back to even the Dothraki Sea.
His eyes looked at her before he turned his head to look at her as she asked him to do so before his next words seemed to have cut her deep and he was filled with regret as she spoke, feeling the anger in her voice. “It doesn’t feel like it.” He made a comment on her first set of words and noticed how she moved further away from him and Viserys knew he had done wrong, spoken the wrong thing but he had to get his words out and his feelings about everything and he wouldn’t apologize for them, not now.
He stalked closer to Jasmine, his hand attempted to grab a hold of his arm and pull her closer to him. “Lower your voice unless you want the guards to hear our lovers quarrel.” He hissed through his teeth as he glared at her, seething with emotions. “You have done for me a great deal that is for sure and I cannot thank you enough and I want you to know that your heart is safe with me but how much longer can we do this? How much longer will you be able to last with the Witch Jafar in your father’s ear? How can either of continue this with him hounding you to marry.” He dropped his grip on her arm as he spoke “Will you settle for a dimwit, be the one to rule and keep me in your bed?” He asked wondering just how she had planned this whole thing going. “I could get rid of your father’s witch if you gave the word. He’s done nothing but poison him against the wishes I know a man like your father would do to see his child happy.”
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”
His lips so warm but chapped from constantly being under the sun felt so good on her forehead. Her body pressed against his own for the brief moment before she had pulled back. As much as she desired him, and loved his kisses, she was still unsure of herself. Her feelings for him were forbidden, but it was hard to ignore this temptation. With his beautiful unnatural eyes, and bright hair, he was like a dragon, and she saw him as one. Powerful, with how he was able to know exactly what to say and do to have her melting and curled around his fingers like a pleased pet.
She watched as he drank, before taking the cup herself. She sits up enough to finish off the drink. She licks her lips clean before setting the goblet aside. She had another thirst she’d rather fill with her lover. Jasmine rolled so she was on her side, her head resting on his shoulder. The Arabian woman paused as he spoke up, bringing up his past. She remembered he told her once he was a prince, but nothing more. She moved to see him better, eyes searching his own.
“You never told me the part about your mother or your family.” She murmured, reaching out to brush his hair away from his face. Her lips seeking his jawline, tracing his skin. It was her own way of giving him what he wanted, she loved giving him affection too. “How did you survive for so long? You were only a child.” She peeked up at him from under her lashes. One of her hands tracing over his arm to interlace her fingers with his.
He curled an arm around her as she nestled in closer and he gave a soft sigh. How different his life had bcome. How much he had changed. Going from being a prince and rightful King to a begger to thinking he was going to go back home and become a King and now he had fallen even further from a beggger. Even a begger had a freedom.
She pampered him with affection as she asked her questions. “I sold everything we had” He told her, his voice still bitter as he began to speak again “Even my mothers crown to get us enough money to eat and clothe. We had a knight with us for a while when Dany was little but he died and we were thrown from the people who had let us stay in their home. I went to other supporters of my house trying to get some hope that I would sit on the throne someday.” He explained “It wasn’t easy but we managed to stay with someone who was going to get us across the Narrow Sea and we arranged a marriage with a Dothraki Lord, Khal Drogo to my sister. I married my sister off to barbarians and she was loved while I was treated like shit. She was their Queen and I was nothing.” He turned his head to look at her as he spoke before he rolled, hovering over her with little care if anyone saw.
His hands traced her neck and what skin he could touch, what dark beautiful skin was available for him to feel and he laid kisses down her collarbone and near her breasts as his hands rested near her hips. “How may I please my Princess?” He asked in slight joking manner. “Shall I continue to show you the things I’ve learned from far away places?” One hand lightly trailed it’s fingertips across one of Jasmine’s thighs. This game of cat and mouse was nearing the point of irritation though he knew his place in her world, he wouldn’t be satisfied with light flirtaious touches for much longer.
i always see mutuals stating they need to ‘tackle’ their drafts, or say they need to work extra hard during their free time to just push out due replies. i, myself, say & do the same thing —— & while roleplaying, yes, is between at least two people with keeping a thread going… i can’t help but wonder—
have we, at least myself, lost sight of what’s important by roleplaying?
most of us spend all of our time on here TRYING TO CATCH UP. in a way, forcing ourselves to write out replies, that we at times might not be happy with. i know i’m guilty of that, anyway. at the end of the day… if we’re stressed over catching up, posting stuff we’re not proud of ( at times ), constantly trying to balance between real life & piling up drafts, allowing ourselves to work on writing to threads we might not be inspired for… WHY DO WE DO IT?
i feel like the rpc, & the mindset of us as a whole, needs a change. if any of you is like me, you might get what i’m trying to say!don’t force yourself to feel like you need to catch up all the time. post stuff you are proud of!do what you’re inspired & motivated for. don’t push yourself to respond to things here every chance you can get— take some time for yourself, as well! this way of structure is… kind of unhealthy tbh.
i hate the feeling of constantly “needing to catch up” & it makes me not enjoy roleplaying as much. believing that our friends / mutuals / rp partners will grow to resent us due to owing a reply for so long which can be SO ANXIETY INDUCING. can we all learn to just do what we find most fun without being so stressed over our slowness or pickiness??
Goldnwulf 