Your word is law, my lady. This lifted the dragon from her melancholy, though Daenerys remained silent at the woman’s prowess in such pleasurable endeavors. She found herself returning to the pillows, dainty hands tracing Margaery’s hips and rump and breasts as they resumed a heated kiss.
It was only after such pleasures were fulfilled (for a second time) that the queen softened from her hard shell, silver locks strewn unceremoniously across the sheets. “I should very much like if we made a habit of that,” she confessed, groaning at a blaze of sunlight that inched through the windows. On her first night as sovereign, they had not slept. She allowed the harshness of the light to sting her eyes, rising from the bed to peer out the window at her city.
From the tower, she could see Drogon nestled atop a hill, a great leathery lump against the dawn’s horizon.
“Have you ever seen a dragon, Lady Margaery?” Daenerys knew the answer, which only erected a smile. “Come if you like. I should see to Drogon.” The great beast did not need his mother’s care to enjoy a morning hunt, but perhaps the Targaryen liked showing off such a wonder…
˖ ༻ ❀ ༺ ˖ Margaery never referred to herself as more a night or morning person, but there was certainly some reluctance in moving about on that particular day. Perhaps it was the lack of sleep that had her wanting to do nothing more than roll over and nestle in the comforts of the blankets. A brief nap might well be in her cards for later that afternoon.
She watched at Daenerys rose and made way to the window, idly watching the woman in appreciation. She was gorgeous, that was certain; strong, wise in different ways that she was. They surely both had their own regime of talents and skills. “I would, also,” she admitted with a smile. The mere idea of it was something pleasant to look forward to, and that alone was something Margaery had lacked in a very long while.
“I have not,” she answered, which was no surprise. Thought, she might well be the only person in the city who hadn’t caught sight of one upon Daenerys’ arrival to King’s Landing. She had heard the threatening roars from her cell, but that was the whole of it. Eager to match the sight of a creature to it, she finally rose.
“I would greatly like that. Though, I may need but a few moments to properly dress, first. I suspect even a dragon might be offended if I am introduced to it in such an unruly state.”
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