Thread: Game of Tongues! (Jack Stalker and MissMayday)

The stories had never done Daenerys enough justice. The reports from spies, those Dorthraki who had been captured and either tortured or bought off, then killed, they all said how beautiful she was. However the real thing, in the flesh and up close, was far in excess of anything Cersei had really expected. Of course the conversations had not all been about her looks, Cersei knew quite a bit about her history, her past, and how steeped in blood and death it was. Some might say it challenged her own history and in places exceeded it. Certainly, she had to concede that Dany had been responsible for far more deaths... well, at least until the Sparrow had been blown to bits by an act of God... or more properly an act of Kings Landings true Goddess. She mused about the false queens past as she looked her over, feasting her eyes on perfection made flesh. My goodness, you look like you are dressed for winter already... before we speak further, please, divest yourself of those excess furs, you don't need them here. Cersei insisted in an almost friendly tone as she passed Dany the goblet. It would have been so easy to do away with her right now, poison, settling into her system over a few days... but what would the dragons do? They could sense when their mother was in danger or pain, that's what some of her spies had told her. Hopefully, like most children, they would not rush to her side if that pain was caused by the teeth of another squeezing against a hard nipple, or the painful but indescribably pleasurable stretching of a tight hole. Where do we begin indeed? Cersei replied, moving to offer a hand with slipping off any furs Dany might be wearing if she wished, along with her jacket. There are so many places to start. Both of us have had quite the history and quite the life up until this point. Both of us only want what is best for our people, yet to achieve that we have both had to engage in, encourage and condone acts of barbarity, bloodshed and death. You have slaughtered people in their hundreds at least, even borne witness to and encouraged the death of your own brother, or so the rumours say. Your entire life spent dealing with men who have betrayed you, used you, bent you to their wills. Even now you are just as much a slave to those dragons... males I take it? As they are to you. she began, pausing she idly reached out to stroke and feel the bottom strands of Dany's long platinum locks. However that stops now, doesn't it? By now you must have realised, with your alliance with that young girl who claims to be some sort of pirate leader, that women are far more amenable to alliances, to contracts, to partnerships. Far less brutish, egotistical and hardened. You have learned that you can use your wit, your intellect, your knowledge... instead of simply having to rely on your beauty and the power all women have between their thighs. she glanced downward, then back into Dany's eyes. Arguably we are two of the most powerful women in the world right now. I rule here and you rule... well, you hope to regain what you imagine to be your birthright don't you? Except you know, in your heart, that unless you compromise that will never happen. she took a sip and smiled. You don't have the forces ruthlessness or manpower to take this city, otherwise you would have done it already. Plus I expect that it doesn't fit your narrative to slaughter wholesale the people you mistakenly come to liberate from freedom I have already secured for them. There are things perhaps you do not know... I have already saved these people from a religious maniac who sought to control through fear and lies. I bear the marks and scars of his madness upon my body, my hair, my memory... yet I triumphed because of my love of my people and their love for me, my city, my position as Queen. It's a position which was not merely give to me by clutching at an egg and surviving a fire. I had to fight for it tooth and nail, and I will never give it up. Never. her words were calm, relaxed, assured. So your current options, my beautiful mother of Dragons, are to die battling your icy foe in the north, alone and with no hope of ever coming back here... or it is to accept an offer, which will allow you to be seen by the people of Kings landing and beyond to be that of a saviour and friend. Anything else and this place will be gone. she shook her head, still smiling as she slid a little closer to Dany. We all sometimes want things which we cannot have, don't we? Yet we are women who find ways to get what we want. We both know that you will never sit upon the Iron throne, but that thing is simply a piece of metal, a symbol. Symbols can be changed. Most people have not even seen the throne, why, they might even think that this is the throne... a longer smoother seat, with space upon it for a Queen and her Advisor, partner, her Hand. she ran a fingertip along a spear point, down the tip of a sword, then back to play idly with the bottom of Dany's hair. So I have a proposal. She took another sip. You will serve by my side, as the Queens Hand, partner and advisor. It will be terribly disappointing for Qyburn granted, but it will afford you everything you have ever wanted. You will be able to serve these people who are not really your own, not as a conquering tyrant merely waiting to be betrayed and overthrown at some point, but as a much beloved addition to the hierarchy of Westeros, of Kings Landings. You will sit at my side upon an iron 'throne' and together we will make this a better place perhaps one day even change the name to Queens Landing. she smiled a genuine smile while fire flickered behind her eyes. That's what you want, isn't it? To influence the lives of those here, to forge new paths forward for these people, to pass laws for them, to guide the decisions made, to be seen at the side of their queen not as a jailer, or a invading monster who killed and murdered their sons, but as an ally and a friend. All that is possible Dany... if only you see through to the future and realise that you never really wanted to rule upon that throne by yourself. It's just an object, a piece of metal... it's cold. she took hold of Dany's hand, if she let her, placing it against the cold hard metal of a halberd jutting up behind their homage to the real throne. What you want is the warmth and love of the people. She continued, moving Dany's hand to rest upon her exposed knee, placing her delicate fingers against her thigh with a casual nonchalance. It's something you will never have through invasion. The people here love me... and a war would be devastating to both sides, in both those lost and the lust for vengeance which would have been ignited in those who survive. she shook her head. Thus your only choice is to join me as I have offered. Advise, assist, merge your ways with mine. she explained. Or everything just turns to dust when the 'Walkers' come, bringing the last winter with them. she said sadly. Of course, there is one other thing. It is far easier to trust a friend, than a potentially invading leader. Far easier to believe in a partner, than a ally with fluid loyalty. Far easier to bond with a lover, than simply agree to the whims of someone who could care less about you. she informed Dany, moving her own hand back to the womans hair easing it up a little further. She afforded her But listen to me, I've done so much talking... when all you wanted to do was to relax and slake your thirst. A thirst I expect you've had ever since you arrived here. she told her. Here, Daenerys Stormborn, future Hand of the Queen of Queens Landing. This is where you get more wine from. she brought the goblet to her own lips, taking a small amount of the cool liquid into her mouth. Her hand slid up to Dany's neck, easing behind it to fist in the womans hair, using just the right amount of force to bend her head as she moved quickly to seal her lips against Dany's, rising up on the couch to loom over her. She let the wine flow from her lips into Dany's mouth as she kissed her, sealing her searing hot lips against the other womans. Assaulting her with hot breath and cool wine. Her other hand moved to rest on Danys shoulder then breast, in order to steady herself. Did you want more? she gasped, pulling back a little, a confident and cocky smirk on her tainted lips as she traced around them with her tongue. Flames of fiery lust burned in her blood and flushed her features. She expected that their negotiations had only just begun... Last edited Jul 21, 2018