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[ungentle]

King's Landing had not truly suited Daenerys when she was half-welcome there, and it suited her even less in the time that had followed Ned Stark's execution.  He had been her only protector (and perhaps a grudging one at that) and his guardianship of her the only thing keeping her from being turned fully into the pawn she so dreaded being.  It wasn't, she supposed, quite so horrible as the situation poor Sansa found herself in: she had gone through as many horrible things as balanced out the lovely ones she'd been promised when her family was still in the Baratheons' and Lannisters' good graces.  She had never been in anyone's good graces, she had been in part a prisoner from the start, now the keys had just been given to a different, admittedly crueler, jailer.

It had always been hers to be polite and demure and apologetic, prove that her blood did not define her loyalty.  It had always been hers to pretend where that loyalty did lie (and she had never truly been bothered by the Starks, they had always been, if not warm, then decent to her, but the withering glances she got at court -- to say nothing of the wild-eyed lustful ones -- were not a surprise either, and were not so hard to deflect).  She had always been treated with suspicion, she had always been moved around.  The talk nowadays was of marrying her off to a lord of the Lannisters' choosing, someone true to them who would temper any mild rebellious instincts that may appear (Lord Eddard had always been wary of allowing this, but now he could not stop it).

Until she was played, though, she stayed at court with the others.  She wasn't often allowed to be properly alone, and she wasn't often allowed to keep private company with Sansa (who knew what they, daughters of a traitor and a madman, would dream up if unsupervised).  She wasn't pampered (she was never pampered) but she wasn't kept uncomfortably.  She also wasn't ignorant, though she was good at playing that up.  As such, she knew it was only a matter of time before she received an invitation to be entertained by the new queen-to-be, the lithe and beautiful Rose of Highgarden.

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[ungentle]

And if given such an answer (not that she would ask) Daenerys would understand. That did seem to be the way of things here, everyone so eager to make connections and triumph and top each other. She wouldn't necessarily believe that (she'd been on the receiving end of such attention before, and it was rarely like this) but she'd understand.

"Once you are wed, yes, of course," she echoed, going distant for a moment. Even before properly speaking to Margaery, she'd known better than to wish Joffrey on her. She wouldn't wish Joffrey on anyone, not after the contempt she'd seen him have for many of his subjects, the outright cruelty he inflicted on Sansa, the subtler and sneakier ways he'd found to deal with her during her time in the city (especially after Lord Eddard's execution). Now? She almost shuddered to think of such a marriage.

There were no good ways to say any of that, though, so instead she mused, "There is rather a difference between empty compliments and genuine ones." Margaery's to her, she expected, were the latter, but she couldn't yet be quite sure.

The look on her face hinted at that, though, and Daenerys -- not, by nature, a gleeful sort -- was caught off-guard a moment before she thought to give a low laugh and murmur, "There may well be prying eyes anywhere." Her own paranoia more than anything.

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She nodded, knowing Daenerys had caught her small slip regarding Joffrey but she hoped that nothing would be said about it. Margaery did not think so; no one cared much for Joffrey, truly, save for his mother.

Being wed to Joffrey was indeed a sobering thought.

At Daenerys' small laugh, Margaery smiled wider. Perhaps she was breaking through to her and dinner would be without awkwardness of the terrible politeness that seemed to fill every conversation lately. "Perhaps there is. Maybe we should give them a show." With that she hooked her arm into Daenerys' and pulled her along to the gardens where dinner was waiting. She asked for a another place setting and for privacy, and once everyone was gone, she made certain to sit next to Daenerys, not across from her.

"Isn't this better?"

[ungentle]

Less than nothing would be said about it. In the unlikely event that someone would question her about how the queen-to-be felt about her betrothed, she'd offer a polite, not-so-bright shrug like she always did and say something about how it was no different from anyone's thoughts about their king. A bit open-ended intentionally, but she wasn't known for gossiping in the first place.

Dinner was like to have awkwardness for a time, but who could say for sure? She wasn't good at letting her guard down, just in case, but there was always a first time. And she did pity the lady being subjected to such -- such boredom as stilted conversation day in and out.

"Maybe we should," she agreed, letting herself get drawn as close to Margaery as was wanted. It felt nice, playing at friendship like this. She did greatly understand the appeal.

And once she'd settled in, smoothing her skirts and straightening her neckline, she declared, "It's certainly more personal."

[highgardenqueen]

At the "may we should", Margaery's eyebrow shot up slightly as she considered possibilities that would all be very scandalous. Pushing those thoughts aside (at least for the moment) she let herself relax with Daenerys once they were alone at dinner.

Sipping on the wine, she nodded in agreement.

"And I do so love anything that's more personal." She squeezed Daenerys' hand once, let it linger for a moment, and then pulled away before brushing her hair absently for no particular reason.

"Do you have many friends here, or have they been horribly rude to someone of such noble blood?"

[ungentle]

Tentatively, Daenerys took a drink of her own wine. She wanted to be as excited as the other woman seemed to be: it would be easier, she thought, to be lighthearted when everything seemed to be going your way, when things aligned in your favor, when you weren't constantly under scrutiny and guard.

Then again, wouldn't a future queen be under scrutiny and guard of a different sort almost always?

She made sure not to allow her expression to show any confusion or particular surprise at that remark, nor at Margaery's oh-so-familiar touch. It was likely that she was just one of those sorts of people, the kind who treated you as an old friend after not knowing you for any time at all. It was nothing to be puzzled by.

It was a difficult question to answer, though. Friends were, after all, a certain luxury not often afforded her. "I can't say I've gotten terribly close to anyone here," she finally admitted. "Sansa's always been amiable enough with me, and Arya before she -- well. But that's been true my whole life." The ladies of court didn't want much to do with the Mad King's eerie daughter, and the lords of court weren't interested in just friendship.

[highgardenqueen]

"Sansa is a sweet girl," she agreed, pouring a refill of the wine for Daenerys before adding more to her own cup.

"It's a shame there hasn't been anyone for you to confide in." Save for her mystery person she would not speak about. "But you must confide in me. I'm very good at keeping secrets." An eyebrow shot up and then she whispered, "I will be Queen and will have..."

Control over....

"... the ear of the King. Whatever you require, I will make certain it happens." Margaery brushed aside a stray hair that had gotten into Daenerys' face. "Drink up. If we're to be close, we must both be drinking more."

[ungentle]

"She is," Daenerys murmured, gazing down at her own hands for a moment. "I worry about her for that reason." Not that she herself couldn't play sweet, but she had always done as a defense and anyway Sansa wore it more naturally, and she'd seen her hurt for it so many times since the move to this city.

But she didn't have to say any of that to Margaery, did she? It was clear as day. And considering how much of that hurt had been at the hands of Margaery's intended, she didn't exactly feel it her place to comment, either. Instead, she made a conscious effort to seem more relaxed.

"If I'm to tell you any secrets at all," she mused, watching the other woman carefully, "I'll certainly need to have more to drink." As if to prove it, she took another sip of her wine, then tried for a smile.

Gods, even smiles were something she had to consciously give out, she could swear some days that she didn't even know how to naturally give them out anymore. "I'm not even sure what I could ask of you, what I could truly need." Other than freedom from the court and indeed this life she'd been made to live, but that was a tall order.

[highgardenqueen]

"I worry about her, too." Margaery paused and tilted her head, revealing a secret to Daenerys. "I'm hopeful that she'll come to Highgarden as well, away from here... perhaps to marry into our family." Loras was apparently out of the question now, but Margaery had more family...

She nodded her head once Daenerys drank more, and then took another swallow herself, pouring more of the wine Cersei favored for them both.

"I can think of something you would like." Margaery leaned in closer and kissed Daenerys' cheek, her lips lingering there. "Leaving King's Landing, perhaps...? Or finding that other person again who made you blush so prettily...?"

[ungentle]

"That would be rather a miracle," Daenerys murmured, her voice pitched low to match Margaery's. "So long as it got her out of here, I think it would be wise. So many memories she must long to be away from." Daenerys didn't much like it here because of even the stories of what hat happened to her own family, to say nothing of what poor Sansa must have felt from having seen such awful things.

She was nearing the point where her good sense was waning just slightly, but she wasn't yet completely reckless. And even as she drank more, she still watched Margaery's expression for any signs of -- of something.

But that sense was all but vanished when Margaery put lips to her skin, intimate in such a way she'd only barely known, and it meant that she was quick to agree, "I would be glad to be out of this city. I've no taste for being played as a piece in someone else's game."

Her eyes went wide as soon as it was said -- even that vague remark could be considered inappropriate if heard by the wrong people, but at least she'd managed not to respond to the second suggestion, the secret she held closer still.

[highgardenqueen]

It would be a miracle, but poor Sansa was a sweet girl and deserved it.

As did Daenerys, too, though the thought of having her leave the city made Margaery upset for reasons she could not quite fathom as of yet.

"Mmm, no games, then," she told her, her hands stroking Daenerys' hair while her lips moved from her cheek slowly around until they were a breath apart from her lips. Waiting for permission to kiss her.

Margaery noticed that she did not answer the second part of her queries, but did not press it any further. Not when they were alone and slightly drunk, and Daenerys' mouth was so incredibly tempting.

oh my gosh I thought I'd replied to this like a month ago. I'm kicking myself and apologizing lots.

[ungentle]

"No games," Daenerys repeated. She wasn't sure what this counted as, but she wasn't about to say that (she didn't want to risk it if what this was wasn't a game but the friendship that Margaery seemed to want).

But maybe it wasn't friendship at all. This wasn't like the paltry and shallow attempts at seduction she'd been subjected to at court, this wasn't like the awkward dance of secret courtship that she and Jon had done, this wasn't like anything she had a frame of reference for. But she could tell, at least, what it was that Margaery had in mind.

And for reasons she didn't quite understand either, she wanted it too, though all she could think to do was nod very slightly.

it's okay, no worries!

[highgardenqueen]

Margaery took a deep breath at the small nod as a sign of permission, the one she had been waiting for, and leaned closer to Daenerys. She let her lips brush slightly against the softer, sweeter ones and inhaled her scent with a smile.

Yes, she thought to herself as a hand kept lightly touching, careful not to press or push Daenerys too much, while Margaery simply enjoyed one of the finer things in life that her grandmother had always spoken of.

It wasn't a normal seduction, and it wasn't part of the game. It was a woman simply wanting another woman, the warm and soft touch, the comfort. Everything that a man could not provide.

"You taste exquisite," she whispered to her.

Re: it's okay, no worries!

[ungentle]

Daenerys gasped, she couldn't help it. Had it really been so long since she'd known this sort of tenderness? And this was different even still, there had always been an urgency with Jon and this, this luxuriated, this was soft and sweet and good, this felt suddenly like the rightest thing in the whole world.

In fact she couldn't explain why, exactly, but she knew it with a certainty.

"Thank you," she whispered back, because what else was she to do, really? Almost reverently, she brushed fingertips over Margaery's cheekbone, took in the details of her pretty face.

Only when that had been done did she move back in for another, oh-so-slightly deeper kiss.

[highgardenqueen]

The deeper kiss allowed Margaery to revel more in the feel of Daenerys against her, and she found her hands wandering slowly over her face, hair, and then lower onto her arms and then...

Margaery let them rest in Daenerys' lap, a slight brush back and forth, teasing and promising.

It was slow and seductive, things Margaery had been told she excelled at but things she had never had a chance to experience with a woman... and oh, what a woman Daenerys was! She could not help the smile on her face as she kept up every little touch and kiss.

[ungentle]

She was very aware of the movements of Margaery's hands, but all she could think was how very much she wanted to see where they would travel next. Whether or not it had been the other girl's intent to get her to let her guard down, she'd succeeded.

Suddenly though, she blinked slowly and rather nervously. "Should we..." Be doing this where anyone could see, Daenerys meant. Because even if nobody was around, someone may have seen (that was so often the way of things in this city).

She wanted the answer to be yes, though, so the words came out faint, almost hesitant.

[highgardenqueen]

Margaery stopped all movement for only a moment, then gave Daenerys a wide grin. "There's no one else here, Daenerys. I sent them all away so we could be alone."

Not that she wished to presume anything; she simply wished to be cautious.

"I... can stop," she offered, though, hoping the answer would be no.

[ungentle]

"No," Daenerys said immediately. "I mean -- no, don't... don't stop."

A long pause. She could only imagine all of the ways this could go wrong, everything they'd be made to deal with if they were caught, all of the scorn they would face and especially in her case the chastisement and worse, but right now? She couldn't bring herself to care.

It was foolish, but it was inevitable.

"Please," she whispered, softer and more careful. "Keep going."

[highgardenqueen]

Margaery breathed a sigh of relief and nodded. "If my Lady so commands me," she whispered with a quirk of her lips before her hand pushed at the fabric between Daenerys' thighs again and began rubbing, harder this time.

Her mouth moved to those lips, so soft and inviting, and while the thought occured to her that no, she should not be doing this and perhaps not here, that thought was pushed aside in favor of tasting Daenerys again. Already jealous of the "other" she'd spoken of, hoping to bring a little of the blush to her cheeks somehow.

Margaery's hands worked on the gown, pulling it up Daenery's legs until bare skin was showing, and then she pressed her hand back inside to play, tease, and explore.

[ungentle]

She didn't mind it, she'd asked for it to continue, but that sudden boldness on Margaery's part took her entirely by surprise. Somehow she'd expected that the other woman's hands would... well, that they wouldn't move straight to that. Not that she was opposed, she just was starting to worry that her experience was considerably less than might have suited.

"Margaery..."

She must have looked so frightened in that moment, her eyes wide and her mouth fallen open entirely. But this was still rather a new experience, and -- oh, her legs were exposed and Margaery was teasing her and it was a little too much to bear.

[highgardenqueen]

She saw the look and stopped again, worried as she pulled slightly away from Daenerys. Mentally, she cursed her family. The members of her family always were too bold, too willing to explore and experience new things.

"I... I apologize," she whispered as her hands tried to right Daanerys' skirts, and she resisted the urge to lick her fingers clean.

Her eyes moved away and stared absently at the food on her plate - perhaps she'd read the signals wrong. Perhaps Daenerys did not actually want this and she was only interested in experimenting. Something "fun" that could be chalked up to youth.

"It must be the wine," she said by way of excuse, finally brushing her own hair away from her face, still refusing to look at the beautiful woman beside her.

[ungentle]

It was, for lack of a more reasonable explanation, more complicated than that. Daenerys wanted -- oh, how she wanted -- but she was skittish to say the least. She'd known one almost-love, but most of her experience in this regard was decidedly lacking (most of her experience with romance was men muttering innuendos at her as she passed, sometimes daring to reach to touch her if she got too close but no more than that). She was frightened because she still only knew Margaery the little bit, still couldn't be sure, but -- maybe that wasn't important.

"Don't be sorry," she implored, still staring with those wide eyes. "It's not... I'm interested in the same thing you are, I think, I just..."

A frown, and Daenerys wrung her hands. "I don't want to disappoint," she finally finished, which wasn't all of the truth but was a part of it.

[highgardenqueen]

"I don't see how you could." Margaery said it as gently as possible, a small hope bubbling from within that she hadn't just made a complete and utter fool of herself.

She poured out more wine for them both, not touching Daenerys at all. "Perhaps we should start over. Some wine and maybe... Somewhere else that isn't so public?"

It was a rather silly notion, she figured, but she was willing to give it one more chance.

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[ungentle]

Daenerys could think of at least four different ways she could off the top of her head, but she wasn't going to get into it and seem as if she was begging for pity (she'd already done that so many times in their short meeting, she felt). Instead, she pressed her lips together and nodded.

"Some wine," she agreed after a moment. "And I... a change of location would do wonders, I think."

After all, so many of her worries could be alleviated by knowing there was an even better chance nobody would disturb them.

[highgardenqueen]

Margaery nodded and thought to herself, finally deciding on the quarters she had been given. No one would enter unless she asked them, and honestly she could not think of any other place that would afford them the privacy.

"Follow me." There was a small smile on her lips as she extended a hand to help her stand, before she let go so Daenerys could simply follow.

Once they were in her quarters and the door was locked, she was nearly breathless. She needed to let the other woman take the lead. "Well. Here we are."

[ungentle]

Daenerys followed behind as asked, keeping a couple of feet between them out of both a certain deference that had been ingrained in her and also from the sudden sense that if she was any closer she'd be tempted to reach again for the other woman's hand or do something else that might cause trouble.

But once the door was closed, she was all smiles, her heart fluttering in a much more pleasant way.

"Here we are," she repeated in a near whisper, stepping as close to Margaery as she'd wanted to in the corridor.