𝒱𝒽𝒶𝑒𝓁𝓁𝒶 𝒯𝒶𝓇𝑔𝒶𝓇𝓎𝑒𝓃

Queen Vhaella was happy, for the first time in her life she was happy. The Martell prince was besotted with her. Many said had she not been a married women she would have ended up married to the young prince, the two were very close in age. Prince Oberon was handsome, very handsome Vhaella would say. He longed for her, at first he made no moves as he respected the fact that she was married to the king. But, as soon as he heard the rumors he wasted no time on flirting with her.

Daemon would watch them from afar, he watched as his sister flirted with another man that was not him. That night, prince Daemon snuck into his sister's chambers and fucked her as if there was no tomorrow. Vhaella could not say she did no enjoy the night because she did. Queen Vhaella was in a good place. She had Daemon, Maegor, and Prince Oberyn eating right from her hands. Yet, her life was gonna get a tad more messier. Arianna Hightower was a woman of faith and devotion, something she taught her children and tried to teach her good friend. Vhaella did not pray to the Faith of the Seven. She prayed to her Valyrian Gods.

In her private chambers, the queen was taking her bath when her good friend arrived. Arianna had never seen Vhaella naked, yet she could imagined what she looked like without clothing. Everything she had those impure thoughts she could pray and ask for forgiveness just to go back and doing it again. That day though, everything was different. Arianna came in with a sad look. "Ari! What a surprise!" the queen said happily as she got out of the bath, her body was glistening due to the water, it seemed like she was glowing from where Arianna stood. "Will you cover yourself, please?" Arianna asked and Vhaella smiled but complied.

The queen walked over to her friend and held her hands. "What's the matter, Ari?" Arianna loved when she called her Ari. "I.." Arianna was not sure if she wanted to share her thoughts. She knew Vhaella would never judge her nor make fun of her. "As of late, Otto and I have not shared a bed. He seems to busy with the king and the realm to even spend time with me or our children. And I..." there was a brief pause. "You what?" she asked. "I have found myself thinking of someone" she said quietly.

Vhaella smirked. "Another man?" she asked and she shook her head. "No. It's a woman" Vhaella stopped smiling. It wasn't a bad thing but she knew how religious her friend was. She was not a Targaryen so sleeping with other women was not something the women of Westeros could imagine doing. "Ari, you know I would never judge you and your likes but this does not seemed like you. I thought you loved Otto" she stated and Arianna nodded. "I do love him, Ella. I do" she began. "But, he does not pay attention to me in any kind of way. He does not spend time with Gwayne nor Alicent" Vhaella said nothing. She was in no position to say something.

Arianna looked at Vhaella, she really looked at her. Vhaella had a heart shaped face. She had thick and curly silver gold hair that she usually wore up, in past days she began to leave it down. She was full in the right places, her breast had grown from all the children she had birthed, and her lips pink and, full and plump. She wore silk dresses quiet, often and she had recently began to dress like the women of the free cities and Dorne. Other's said she dressed as her ancestors once did in Old Valyria. She looked good in everything she wore. She was known as the most well dress woman in Westeros, perhaps even in her time. Her style was passed down through many generation of Targaryen women and other women in the Free Cities and Dorne.

Vhaella sat down on her bed, bring Arianna with her. "Now, let's talk about this woman" Vhaella said and she nodded. Arianna didn't known where the confidence came from but she was glad it did. "Well" she began as she began to touch Vhaella. "She's got this beautiful silver gold like hair" she said as she caressed her hair. "She's got this beautiful pink lips that I very much like to kiss" before she could continue Vhaella smiled at her. "Well, what are you waiting for then?" she asked and Arianna did not need to be told twice. The two women were knew in the female pleasure, but, they were women and they found a way to give each other the pleasure their husbands had once denied them.

As the hours passed, the queen and her lady got ready and went for stroll. Arianna, by then would have been a mess, feeling guilty and dirty but this time, she felt good and free. Alive. The two didn't speak of their actions but when alone, Arianna wouldn't waste a second of their alone time, she learned how to love her queen, and in return, the queen loved her back. But, in the house of the dragon nothing ever stays the same, does it? Things changed and betrayals are known. Will Arianna survived the den of the dragons or will she fall under their gaze? Only time will tell.

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