We’re a secret

notaprxzetobewon‌:

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.”

We’re a secret

notaprxzetobewon‌:

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”

unbcrnt‌:

image

Daenerys was expecting her brother to say that her dress was beautiful and that Mother did an amazing job at making her look beautiful. Instead, she was shot down by horrible words, tears filling her blue eyes. “I-I…” she whimpered, sniffling, and quickly wiped her eyes. Princesses didn’t cry. “I…M-Mommy makes all my dresses, Vis. You know that. I have more dresses she made me…” Daenerys said sadly, casting her eyes down to her plain sparkly pink dress.

He could feel the guilt rising the longer he watched her trying not to cry and felt the overwhelming sense of dread that if he didn’t quell her sadness that she would tell their mother and than he’d get in trouble. “Dany” He started, his tone softening as he knelt down to be at her level “It’s lovely, really. Mother makes amazing dresses but we haven’t had much time or material of late to make more improvements on some of them”

He was trying his best to make her feel better the only way he knew how and that was by stretching the truth “An I think you should wear the fluffiest dress you have. I’m sure you’ll be all anyone talks about when we meet the Martells.” While he hated the ruffles and the extra fabric of the dress in question, he knew it always put a smile on his sisters face and that’s what he needed right now. Smiles, not tears.

unbcrnt:

@notenoughmuses

image

“Viserys, do you like the dress Mommy made for me?” the young princess asked her brother excitedly. The siblings and their mother had reached Dorne from Dragonstone and Daenerys had never seen a more beautiful place in her life.

Viserys looked at the incoming blur that was Daenerys as he tried not to jump having not expected her to come up to him so excited. “Are you sure you didn’t make it? Mom can do way better. You shouldn’t be allowed to hold a needle” He told her as he turned his attention to the Dornish landscape. It had been a long trip from Dragonstone and Viserys was afraid that every day his mother and their own lives would be taken from them despite his mothers reassurance that everything would be okay once they were able to reach Dorne. “We’re to meet with the Dornish Prince’s and Princess’s don’t you have anything better to wear?”

unbcrnt‌:

image

“Viserys, I purposely keep the thoughts of me not being able to bear a child in the back of my mind for very clear reasons. I would rather not think about them. I know that you understand,” Daenerys didn’t mean for the words to come out harsh. She’s never spoken about having children since the incident and it was a touchy topic for her.

Pushing the conversation about children to the side, she wanted to focus on the main things that Viserys was talking about. That being her army. “Yes, well, over the years I have taken many titles, those of which you may have heard of over the years. I am to get a fleet soon from the Greyjoys and I will be sailing to Westeros to take my Throne. I will allow you to be Prince of Dragonstone, yes, but my Hand? No. Tyrion Lannister already holds the position of Hand of the Queen.”

“Of course” He spoke the words in a hush and his eyes stared at the nearly empty food dishes around him, realizing just how hungry he had been after all this time and one of Daenery’s people came over to refill his wine goblet but he waved them off, telling no thank you. He didn’t want to be drunk by the time he went to bed.

“Thank you, Dany. I did’t expect hand but I will graciously take Prince of Dragonstone. The Greyjoys eh? How did they come to the service of you and are there more of Weteros’s houses are loyal to you? I assume not all of House Lannister is going to agree with Tyrion.”

lionwithouthonour‌:

“They say your father wasn’t mad to begin with…” Jaime shrugged, watching the Targaryen carefully. He vaguely wondered if this was how everyone else felt whenever they were around him, always suspecting he was going to do something and unable to believe anything he said. Though at least he had a reason to be suspicious of Viserys. “It seems…a little odd that you want such a thing.”

While he knew Jaime was correct about his father he also knew the man had been older when his madness had seeped in and he came down from where he was standing to circle around Jaime, eying him carefully.

“Does it? I am married to your niece, we’re family in a way now. I want all the animosity between us, between the past to be gone. I’ve accepted my father’s role in my Sister and I’s run for our lives. Just as I’ve accepted the role Robert and Tywin played. That your father hadn’t wanted my brothers family murdered.”

Viserys stated as he came to face the older man. “Is it so hard to believe that I want to move away from the past? Don’t you want to be known as something other than Kingslayer?”

lionwithouthonour‌:

Jaime was distinctly uncomfortable with the Targaryen’s presence but he masked it just as he’d always done, offering the man a lazy, almost deceptively friendly smile and a shrug. “You may do as you wish. It just depends on whether you plan on doing anything that will make me have to kill you. It’s always a shame for a son to die in the same manner as his father when he had the opportunity to learn from his mistakes…”

“I don’t believe I will Ser. I have learned from my father’s mistakes and I don’t plan on descending into such madness as he did.” Viserys stated before clearing his throat. “I admit I have anger issues but nothing on the scale of ‘Burning all of Kings Landing’ “ Viserys gave a snort as spoke folding his arms over his chest as he looked at Jaime. “I would like us to be on more friendlier terms, Ser Jaime if it were possible.”