She had learned to stop consider the whispers and rumors swirling about. There had always been comments, including Cersei's continual mutterings of Margaery being a whore. That seemed to spread through the castle, repeated by those who supported the Queen Regent and those who were horrified and hoped to make Margaery aware of what was being said. Now there would be a greater murmuring, the word bandied about as though it could do her any real damage. It almost made her want to laugh. There was less cause now to consider her sexually depraved, though she knew some would take this affair that way. So long as those whispers did not breed discontent, they were simple enough to ignore.
She was losing herself once more to the gnawing desire and lust, feeling her body begin to clamor and cry out for him. It was a lion's roar in her ear, a beast that clawed at her mind and instinct, driving her to become more reckless. She chased that aching need instinctively. Her hand tightened around his, increasing the speed of the strokes once more, her breath now harsh and ragged as she stared back at him with the same wild eyes as before. Her fingers abandoned her breast and slipped between her legs, rubbing that same place that Jon had discover that could make her scream fiercely. She had an idea of what she'd do if his hand fell away or her restraint finally crumbled under the brute strength of her animal lust. "The next round then? It would let us start on even footing." She whispered to him, already imagining what would come after this. Gods be good, but she couldn't picture life outside of her chambers.
Everything she wanted and needed was here.
"Likely what they have suspected already." She wasn't blind, she knew that others believed them to be lovers before. If not lovers, than sharing an inappropriate friendship. Sansa had stopped visiting and seemed indifferent that her friend was in Winterfell. Jon's ministers avoided Margaery's chambers and the maids seemed to look at them intently whenever Jon did visit. "I think many of them will feel validated that they have been proven right. Afterwards, there will be objections. Many will think that my honor has been stolen and that I have lost value as a potential bride for some worthy lord, a man that could help secure more forces and hold the Reach." If this were so, she wondered what would be thought of her if they knew her pastimes in High Garden. She hadn't been a virgin when she married any of her husbands, though sweet Tommen had assumed she was. "I hope you are right. I have seen how quickly kings can rise or fall. I don't want you to be at risk. I'd rather be sent away, as painful as that may be, than put your life and crown in jeopardy."
She had little doubt that Littlefinger and Sansa would seek an advantage in this.
"If it were a large supply, it isn't the sort of thing that can be concealed. With the Reach sacked, I would wager that there are comments every time a caravan departs from High Garden. It isn't like Cersei to be generous, even with those that support her. All that matters is her own ends." A Lannister always paid their debts, but in this case, it wasn't a "debt" in Cersei's eyes, but a duty to the crown. She would beggar the kingdom with that idea, Margaery had no doubts about that. "I know so little about travel from the north. I trust you to estimate the time we need and to do what is best for your men." He had spent more time here and among them as well.
She began to tremble. The thought of King's Landing summoned phantoms in her mind and the memory of the Sept. Even without remembering fully what happened, she could still feel the flames licking at her and the screams of those being ripped apart by the sudden torrent of wildfire. "She knows where the Mad King kept his cache of wild fire. She would burn the city to the ground before surrendering it." Margaery whispered, a haunted look appearing in her eyes. "If you wish to save the lives of the people, she needs to be eliminated quickly. She has no honor, no intent to negotiate or surrender. She would kill everyone before she admits defeat."
The kiss rooted her in the hear and now. Her lips parted for him as more than her breath slipped out of her grasp. That tenuous hold on reason and clarity dissipated all at once. She could only feel the heat of his mouth and the taste of him on her tongue. She pushed his hand away from his cock, stroking him instead as their kiss deepened.
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She was losing herself once more to the gnawing desire and lust, feeling her body begin to clamor and cry out for him. It was a lion's roar in her ear, a beast that clawed at her mind and instinct, driving her to become more reckless. She chased that aching need instinctively. Her hand tightened around his, increasing the speed of the strokes once more, her breath now harsh and ragged as she stared back at him with the same wild eyes as before. Her fingers abandoned her breast and slipped between her legs, rubbing that same place that Jon had discover that could make her scream fiercely. She had an idea of what she'd do if his hand fell away or her restraint finally crumbled under the brute strength of her animal lust. "The next round then? It would let us start on even footing." She whispered to him, already imagining what would come after this. Gods be good, but she couldn't picture life outside of her chambers.
Everything she wanted and needed was here.
"Likely what they have suspected already." She wasn't blind, she knew that others believed them to be lovers before. If not lovers, than sharing an inappropriate friendship. Sansa had stopped visiting and seemed indifferent that her friend was in Winterfell. Jon's ministers avoided Margaery's chambers and the maids seemed to look at them intently whenever Jon did visit. "I think many of them will feel validated that they have been proven right. Afterwards, there will be objections. Many will think that my honor has been stolen and that I have lost value as a potential bride for some worthy lord, a man that could help secure more forces and hold the Reach." If this were so, she wondered what would be thought of her if they knew her pastimes in High Garden. She hadn't been a virgin when she married any of her husbands, though sweet Tommen had assumed she was. "I hope you are right. I have seen how quickly kings can rise or fall. I don't want you to be at risk. I'd rather be sent away, as painful as that may be, than put your life and crown in jeopardy."
She had little doubt that Littlefinger and Sansa would seek an advantage in this.
"If it were a large supply, it isn't the sort of thing that can be concealed. With the Reach sacked, I would wager that there are comments every time a caravan departs from High Garden. It isn't like Cersei to be generous, even with those that support her. All that matters is her own ends." A Lannister always paid their debts, but in this case, it wasn't a "debt" in Cersei's eyes, but a duty to the crown. She would beggar the kingdom with that idea, Margaery had no doubts about that. "I know so little about travel from the north. I trust you to estimate the time we need and to do what is best for your men." He had spent more time here and among them as well.
She began to tremble. The thought of King's Landing summoned phantoms in her mind and the memory of the Sept. Even without remembering fully what happened, she could still feel the flames licking at her and the screams of those being ripped apart by the sudden torrent of wildfire. "She knows where the Mad King kept his cache of wild fire. She would burn the city to the ground before surrendering it." Margaery whispered, a haunted look appearing in her eyes. "If you wish to save the lives of the people, she needs to be eliminated quickly. She has no honor, no intent to negotiate or surrender. She would kill everyone before she admits defeat."
The kiss rooted her in the hear and now. Her lips parted for him as more than her breath slipped out of her grasp. That tenuous hold on reason and clarity dissipated all at once. She could only feel the heat of his mouth and the taste of him on her tongue. She pushed his hand away from his cock, stroking him instead as their kiss deepened.