A Comment on Age

All characters in this story are 18 years or older, despite their ages in the original fiction.

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That damned bitch. Arianne was furious, more furious than she had felt in a long, long while. She was stamping, stamping her way through the halls. Every guard that met her gaze all but jumped out of the way, every servant made the shortest courtesy possible before hurrying off. Her face must have been a storm, but either way it surely did no justice to how she felt. She needed time to be alone, time to think.

She’d found out, that damned woman knew. Kevan and Jaime had died, tragically. Well, that’s what the world had thought. In truth, they had died tragically of dysentery, something incredibly ironic given how Tywin Lannister himself had passed away. It was a real tragedy, just so long as no-one suspected the real cause had been a particularly dangerous poison, at least. The poison itself was relatively untraceable, leaving the only problems the people that had slipped them into their drinks.

Doran had gone to great, almost excruciating lengths to make sure no-one ever learned the truth. Every man who had been involved in carrying out the task had found a knife in the dark waiting for them rather than the rich payday they’d been promised. All of their family had similarly ‘vanished.’ It had been a lot of trouble, but it had been necessary. Now, Sansa had tricked Arianne into betraying her secret herself. Arianne had gotten outsmarted and outwitted, by Sansa Stark of all people. That fact alone almost rankled her as much as the rest combined.

Still, she supposed if it came down to it Sansa likely wouldn’t give her secret away. It’s most likely some kind of blackmail, leverage the other woman would use eventually. That wasn’t as awful as it seemed, it gave her time, time to deal with the other woman. I suppose she’ll be taking it to her grave sooner than she thought. After all, if she could arrange one accident, a second wouldn’t be much harder. She had to do anything to make sure Myrcella never found out the truth.

Arianne had no doubt that Myrcella would turn her sights back on her if she did ever find out about that. Her own feelings for the girl aside, that would be a disaster. Myrcella was a large ball of hate, and she would make a truly dangerous enemy. But…in truth, that wasn’t really why she was worried. When she got down to the heart of it, she truly cared about the girl, damn her. That also meant she wanted to protect her.

It’s the least I can do. That thought rang through her head this morning, the same way it had for many mornings before today. Arianne felt guilty, a gnawing sensation that threatened to consume her until she was nothing. It wasn’t supposed to happen this way, never in her wildest dreams had she thought she would come to deeply care about someone, least of all her. Yet, here it was. 

And I’ve led her blind into a bloody battlefield. That was the catch. Now, however, she cared, and that meant she had to be protected, her own secrets aside. Storm’s End, despite its famously large walls, offered nothing but danger, especially to a young Queen trying to carve her own path in the world.

Arianne had to get through to her. She had been slowly trying to get through to the other woman, a little bit every day. Arianne was no fool, she knew Myrcella was more hate than brains. So, she had to be subtle. Plant a little doubt here, try to assure her some slight wasn’t as bad as she thought there. It would be a slow thing, but Arianne thought that was the only way she could start making progress. If nothing else, Myrcella smiled more around her now. It was a small thing, but it really was the only hope she had.

Arianne now strode through the halls with an air of superiority that would make anyone think this was her castle. That wasn’t how her father would have behaved, but she wasn’t her father. Here, she knew that you had to be bold, to always act like you had no weaknesses at all. Even a hint of a notch in her armor would have her destroyed before she knew it. 

Her whole body still ached. That had been another gift Myrcella had left her, doubtless she was more bruised than she herself realized. Myrcella was insatiable, and she left plenty of marks of her hunger all over her. It was hardly a bad thing at all, after all, she had been encouraging her and doing much the same. Still, she could hardly go around limping through the castle now could she?

Arianne was making a straight beeline for Myrcella’s rooms. She had seen her, just as she was making her way across wings. The girl looked furious, more furious than Arianne had remembered seeing her in a long time. Doubtless she was about to do something she should think twice about. It was already too late to stop her, it always was when she had that kind of look on her face. Arianne now had to find out why, and a sneaking suspicion told her that Mycella’s chambers would have the answer.

Myrcella’s rooms weren’t far at all. Before she knew it, she was standing outside the two large wooden doors. Sighing, Arianne opened the door. Her suspicions were confirmed, and a cold anger took her. Still, she couldn’t be too hasty now, could she? This was one part of her father’s teachings she would actually follow. Doreah was lying on the bed, lying as if it was her bed. She looked smug, staring up at the ceiling.

“Quite the surprise. I expected to find Myrcella Lannister, rightful queen of the Seven Kingdoms. Instead I found…a glorified servant, or was it paramore?” She said icily. That made the other woman flinch and turn, staring at her. Doreah’s face might as well have been carved out of stone. The two stared at each other, both the images of serenity.

“A friend. A good friend of Myrcella, as you well know.” She answered simply, sitting upright. Now that Arianne could see her closer, the other woman definitely looked worse for wear. Her pristine hair was a mess, her clothes looked like she’d been trampled by a horse and her eyes carried an exhaustion that only came from some kind of long, arduous struggle. She had to find out more. No doubt this woman was the reason, but what had she said? That was what she needed if she hoped to undo whatever this bitch might have done.

“My apologies, it was hard to recognize you, in your present…condition.” That was enough to make the other woman flinch. Surely Myrcella isn’t the one who did this. At least, I don’t see why she’d be so angry afterwards. “Tell me, as a dear friend to the Lady Myrcella, what happened to you?”

The other woman smirked despite whatever tiredness she felt. Her look just seemed to say friend, huh? “I had a certain run in with a certain someone. It was not the most pleasant of experiences. No, I would in fact say that it was absolutely horrible. When the Lady Myrcella, Seven protect and guide her, found me, she was as curious as you are right now, maybe more.” Arianne’s heart managed to sink even more as she started filling in the gaps.

“Who?” She asked simply. There were a lot of dangerous people in Storm’s End, and some of them were much more dangerous than others. It would be fine, it had to be fine. She could undo all of this, given enough time. That’s what Arianne had sworn to herself.

The other woman seemed to be able to read her thoughts. Her smirk was somehow even more mocking now. “Oh, an old acquaintance of mine. Daenerys Targaryen. She left me in the state you see now, though I gave her as good as I got. I imagine Myrcella is presently storming off to meet her.”

This was worse than she could have imagined. “You! How could you? Do you have any idea how dangerous that woman could be?” Arianne hadn’t realized when she’d taken several steps forward. She was now standing in the middle of the room, looking down at the other woman. “There’s no telling what that mad bitch might resort to. How could you put Myrcella in this much danger?” She practically spat that last bit. The only reason she hadn’t sped out of the room already was because she knew it was probably already too late. The best she could do was see to this creature here. That would prevent many more headaches in the future.

Doreah yawned, as if Arianne had said the most boring thing in the world. She seemed more busy inspecting her own nails than answering her. Still, she eventually drawled. “Danger? Surely you know Lady Myrcella can take care of herself. She is a grown woman now, and I am sure she’s busy giving Daenerys Targaryen hell.” She grinned at the end, mocking what she had just said.

Arianne had to keep herself from strangling the other woman then and there. She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself. Finally, she nodded slowly. “Doreah, last name, Gods alone know. You were…what? A simple barmaid before Myrcella Lannister found you and chose to take you in out of her own kindness? You certainly have risen fast for one who was born so low.”

Doreah wasn’t smirking now. Instead, she was flashing her a dangerous smile, her own nails long forgotten. “Why, few are blessed to ever have such generosity shown to them. It would be a tragedy, a sin, to learn that this generosity was ever being…misused.” She finished quietly, letting her words hang in the air for a long moment. This woman had to go, and she had to go now. Arianne cursed herself once more for letting a spider like this claw her way into her precious Myrcella. This was another one of her many failings, and one she was determined to correct.

Doreah stood, sauntering as she made her way to stand a mere feet away from her. The other woman was staring into her eyes. Arianne shivered slightly. There was a fire behind those orbs, a fire that told her she would do anything and everything to get what she wanted. How can Myrcella not see it? 

“I’m afraid that would be most…inconvenient. Her Grace and I have an…understanding.” She puffed out her chest, before trailing a hand over her low-cut black dress.”Why, she can hardly keep her hands away from me sometimes. She does have an appetite, an appetite unlike any I’ve ever seen, and I’ve seen quite a few.”

So, that was it. This woman thought she could fool Myrcella. She thought she could rise as high as she wanted, do whatever it was that she wanted, all so long as she could…bed her. Arianne felt a sharp pang of jealousy, a pain so sharp it might as well have cut her skin. In her heart, she knew this woman was at best just someone Myrcella had taken a mild interest in. Still, the thought of these two -of this viper twisting and turning as she slithered her way between Myrcella’s legs- infuriated her.

Arianne took another step forward, until the two women were all but joined to one another. Glaring at the other woman, she hissed. “You think just because you’re great at being a slut you can do anything you want? She will see through you. I will make her see through you. I’m sure your regular patrons at your tavern will be more than happy to finally have you back.”

Something dangerous flashed in the other woman’s eyes. For a moment, Arianne was sure she was about to get slapped. Instead, the other woman seemed to grin again, before whispering. “Well, I suppose you wouldn’t be in this mess at all, if you could satisfy Myrcella half as much as I can. I am after all, a younger, prettier, more capable version of you.” Doreah dragged a finger down Arianne’s dress, an ornate, flowing golden dress that Myrcella had liked, likely because it was in the colors of her house.

“Well, it certainly is true that common whores are willing to go to lengths normal ladies are not. I suppose there is a certain…temptation there, if only to see how low they might stoop.” The words were calm, or at least, as calm as she could make them. Inside, she was a mass or finely tempered anger. Doreah must have been much the same, if her blank expression was anything to go by.

“Noble ladies need to learn their place then too, don’t they?” Doreah whispered simply, before her hand flashed. 

Arianne had been expecting something like this, after all, there was really only one way this could end. Still, the other woman’s speed had surprised her. She could feel a rough hand clawing and tearing at her dress, and it was all she could do to match it, her own hand snaking down the other woman’s bodice.

Doreah’s hand found her skin first, and it certainly didn’t stop there. “I’m sure I can teach you some manners.” She cooed softly, like she was about to train a favorite horse. Arianne grunted, her legs shuddering, as the other woman’s thumb found her clit. It was almost enough to make her gasp. Still, she mustered everything she had, until finally, her hand met the other woman’s skin too.

She was pleased to see the surprise in the other woman’s eyes. It was a surprise that was quickly tempered over by a sly grin. Arianne whimpered as the other woman pressed two fingers down hard on her clit, before slowly starting to carve small circles in her sensitive flesh. It felt good, better than it had with Myrcella. This Doreah understood that pain and pleasure was one and the same, and she pinched and rubbed along her clit in equal measure.

Arianne’s own fingers found the other woman’s clit too, and that thankfully did elicit a pleasing gasp from the other woman. It really was all Arianne could do to try and match what the other woman had been doing, her own fingers trailing small circles. Doreah hardly looked fazed at all. Oh, she was panting too, of course. Still, her eyes carried just a hint of mockery, her lips just the trace of a laugh. 

“Well, you dance well, better than I thought you did, slut. Still, I don’t think you can last much longer.” She punctuated that with a sharp pinch, a flaring pain that did make her legs almost give out. 

She was losing and she knew it. Doreah was more sly than she had imagined. I will not give up. Not to her, anyone but her. It seemed a lie, if the rolling waves of pleasure racking through her were any indication. Arianne knew herself well enough, and she could tell she was close. From the look in the other woman’s eyes, it seemed she knew as well.

Arianne tried something different. Her hand darted down, finding Doreah’s womanhood. She was aroused, more aroused than Arianne herself would have believed. No matter what the other woman might have done to train her facial expressions, her arousal did not lie. “You! What are yo-”

Doreah did not have time to argue, as Arianne grinded one of her fingers delicately across the woman’s outer walls. What escaped instead out of dOreah’s mouth was a single, long whimper. Doreah’s hand faltered, and she could feel the other woman shiver next to her. She had gained the upper hand. No, not just that, she had struck a decisive blow. Arianne finally had the advantage, and she had to do with it all she could.

Her other hand snaked around the woman, this time prodding at her ass. It only took her a moment before her fingers finally found what they were looking for, and Arianne plunged a single finger inside Doreah’s bottom. She all but felt the other woman almost topple over. She was swaying now, swaying wildly. It was a credit to her that Doreah’s own fingers had only just barely faltered in their pounding inside Arianne. At this moment, Arianne couldn’t help but respect the other woman.

“Guess your cunt is just like the rest of us after all.” She whispered coldly, her fingers grinding harder, eliciting another moan from the woman. “You can’t train a tavern whore to be a Lady, after all. I should have known you loved taking it up the rear.”

That was a mistake. The other woman’s eyes had been clouded by pleasure. Now, they flashed with a fire that seemed to burn all that away. Doreah’s hands moved, and Arianne hardly had time to react as she felt a pair of warm fingers all bue clawing at her womanhood. The two locked eyes, the both of them not saying a word. Their fingers said everything that needed to be said.

Oh gods but I can’t take it much more. Her body started to throb, to sing. Arianne did not know when she’d tiled her head back, when she’d started to scream. It was all she could do to not let go of the other woman as an orgasm finally took her, the throes of passion overcoming all the sanity she had. Vaguely, out of the corner of her eyes, she recognized that the other woman was doing the same, writhing on the floor. 

She had no idea how long she lay there. It could have been a minute, it could have been an hour. It was strange, this much should not have worn her out so much. It’s all thanks to Myrcella’s nightly attentions. She was not at her best. Thankfully, it seemed Doreah had not been at her best either, else she might not have matched her at all.

She shifted her head, surprised she had shown the other woman her back. Arianne’s eyes widened. Doreah was slowly crawling over to her, her tired eyes shining with a bright determination. She tried to pull herself up, to sit up in time. Before she realized it, the other woman was already straddling her, pinning her legs to the ground.

“I have to admit, you surprised me. I didn’t think you had it in you Lady Arianne.” She finished, gasping. Doreah was still feeling the lingering effects of her orgasm. “But, it seems we are rather…outmatched.”

Almost tenderly, teasingly, Doreah slid her hand inside Arianne’s dress again. No! Arianne screamed, her own two hands clawing to tear away the other woman’s clothing. Doreah’s fingers found her womanhood again, and she only smirked before Arianne felt the other woman shoving two fingers inside her. 

Her head jerked up, her whole body seemed to flare. She was already more sensitive than usual. This time, she really might not last long at all. Her clawing had ripped away the other woman’s dress, and she raced to push two fingers inside the other woman. It had been easy, too easy. Doreah made no move to stop her at all, if anything, she looked pleased.

“Good, this would have been rather…boring otherwise.” Doreah drawled, burying her fingers inside her all the way to the hilt. Arianne did her best to mimic the other woman, the gasp that got out of Doreah was doubtless smaller than her own. 

This was different from Myrcella too. Myrcella had been like a wild animal, striking and clawing at her like she was trying to consume her. That was how these things almost always were. Doreah was different, she was gentle. Softly, smoothly, Doreah pumped her fingers back and forth, soft wet sounds echoing through the chambers. Her mind shuddered, spots of pleasure eroding any thought she had. 

It truly was all Arianne could do to mimic her as best she could. Doreah, of course, knew what she was doing. “A wise choice. I doubt it would have ended well for you otherwise.” This was a more subtle, more precise fight. Every battle she had been in before had been a wild rush, a clash between two big greatswords, where each swing could potentially spell death. This was death by a thousand cuts, and it was exhilarating.

It must not have been long at all, before Arianne could feel the pleasure and the warmth start building up in her again. “I will not give in.” She growled softly. Doreah simply nodded, not answering. Still, her eyes looked amused.

Arianne would have retorted, would have shouted or screamed. Instead, she let out a loud, almost guttural moan that seemed to ring in her own ears. She had almost given in. Almost. 

“Don’t hold it in, Arianne. I can feel how close you are, I know how close you are.” Doreah’s words were laced in honey, her expression now much the same. “Surely you can…give in?” Her legs would have shot up had they not been pinned. Arianne shook her head violently, determined to do what she could until the bitter end. Her own fingers were now wilder, all sense of calm forgotten. They thrust inside the other woman with a wild rage, and that elicited more than one shudder of surprise from Doreah. Arianne found a thrill take her. This was how it was always supposed to be. She just had to keep pushing, she could do this, she had to do this.

Doreah had thought her beaten, and she nearly was. Still, nearly beaten was only just so. Doreah was starting to moan, almost as loudly as she herself was. Her head was now facing the sky, her hips were starting to rock, starting to grind against her own. Arianne only tried to adjust her body enough to ensure her fingers still had enough space, before thrusting madly again.

Arianne felt the most strange sensation. The whole world had suddenly seemed to slow down. Every single motion from either of them felt drawn out and exaggerated. Every moan, every grunt seemed like it was being played out several times over. She felt like they were both underwater, both of them flailing at each other as best as they could. It lasted only a few seconds, before the world went back to normal. That must have been a testament to her own self being so near its limits. No, it was a testament to her already being well past her own limits.

Then, she noticed a peculiar thing. Doreah’s whole body had started to shudder violently. Had started to. Almost as soon as it started, it stopped. Arianne stared up at the other woman in amazement, and she looked down at her. A thin trickle of blood ran down her lips. She is mad, more mad than I could have ever imagined. 

Whatever lengths the other woman had gone to, it had only had a temporary effect. Soon enough, she had started to moan again, her voice building higher and higher. Arianne’s fingers were starting to tire. More than that, she was at her limit as sure as sunrise. She closed her eyes, trying to block out every sensation. Just about everything would now be more than enough to trip her over the edge.

She felt a warm hand clasp her cheek. “You don’t need to be so strong. I’ll take care of you. You’ll be my slut, Arianne.” Her eyes almost looked like she actually meant it. Either way, that was more than enough, with her whole body starting to spasm wildly underneath the other woman. The shaking took her then, and her own hand fell out from underneath the other woman, thudding against the floor. It was one of the most intense sensations she had ever felt.

Doreah seemed to nod approvingly, before her lips hungrily met her own. Arianne felt much too weak to fight back, and the other woman devoured her lips, biting and sucking them. It was only a vague sensation compared to the throbbing she felt from the rest of herself, but it did add to it.

“Good. Good, that’s how you act, Arianne. Let it go, I can feel how much you want to.” Her voice was in a high note, almost as if she was singing or chanting. The sound filled her ears, filled what crevices were left of her mind not overtaken by her pleasure. In this moment, everything was the two of them. All thoughts of victory, of domination were gone. All her worries over Storm’s End, over her carrying the weight of Dorne, all of it was as dust in the wind. Even more than that, all her worries and fears over Myrcella…she couldn’t find them, couldn’t find them in that once familiar part of herself.

 It was like Doreah was consuming her, consuming her until the two were one and the same. Her fingers might as well not have been in her cunt at all, but cutting and remaking her, until Arianne was something different altogether.

She told herself it was because she wasn’t in the best of shape. She told herself it was because she had been careless, because she had missed something she could have seen. Now, Arianne couldn’t lie to herself. The other woman had somehow bested her. For a single moment, that moment where she felt her body flare, victory could have been hers. But she is as mad as any Targaryen. No, she is madder still. This woman would make those dragons look like tame and harmless lizards.

Breathing hard, Arianne stared. It was a surprise, she didn’t even know her eyes were open before her self had come back to her. Doreah was sprawled on top of her, breathing just as hard. What? She was almost sure that the other woman had been winning, sure that she wasn’t anywhere near breaking.

Arianne could hear something weakly, almost like it was someone speaking loudly, almost like they were talking in a different room altogether. Tilting her head weakly, Arianne finally saw her.

Myrcella was at the door, her clothes now looking like tattered rags, especially after she had looked just an hour before. Myrcella was mouthing something, no, screaming something. It all seemed to come to her all at once.

“What under the Seven are you two doing?!” Myrcella shouted, almost falling over from the effort of it. Arianne tried to speak up, her mouth was dry. She had to swallow first, lest her voice come out as a thin, reedy whisper.

“I…she attacked me, my Lady. I-it was all I could d-do…to get on top.” Doreah whimpered, her eyes starting to water. This lying bitch! It all did make sense to her now, that was the real reason why Doreah had finally given in. The other woman had probably heard the door open and then finally given in, looking much more like the victim than Arianne herself was.

“N-no Myrcella, it isn’t like that, sh-” Arianne tried to explain, to interject. She was here to make things better, that was the only reason she was here at all. Still, Myrcella was having none of that. Her face looked blank, almost expressionless.

“Both of you. Out.” Arianne tried to interrupt almost the same time as Doreah herself did. “Out.” Myrcella said again, this time in a small whisper that seemed to echo louder than it had any right to. She heard the other woman swallow, before slowly prying herself off from on top of her. She had never seen Myrcella like this, this angry and yet…this tired. What could have happened, and was it something she could even hope to undo?

Doreah was now walking over towards the door, limping. Reluctantly, Arianne made to follow her, almost falling over her own feet as she did. Myrcella didn’t look at the two of them, merely glaring at the wall. Arianne opened her mouth to say something, to say anything. She shook her head. Now isn’t the time. 

Doreah had already left the room. By the time Arianne had made it out, the other woman was already gone. Her exhaustion had been an act too, at least, in part. Arianne own weariness was as far from a lie as it could be. Her whole body throbbed and yet it also…longed. She did not dare imagine what it longed for.

I can fix this. I can still fix this. She repeated over and over again. It had to be true, had to be. Still, there was at least one good that had come out of today. She now knew that the biggest threat to Myrcella had been hiding closer than she would have believed. Until Doreah was taken care of, nothing would ever go back to the way it was. Even if all the other Queen’s all died today, Doreah would lead Myrcella down a path of destruction and self annihilation. It really was all a matter of time.

Arianne had to be better prepared next time. Now, thinking back, she could recognize that the other woman had been ready for her. She knew everything that would get to me, would really get to me. Arianne supposed it was unlikely Doreah would have acted that way with anyone but her. Which meant the other woman had been watching her like a hawk, picking her apart. In truth, it was a battle she had been guaranteed to lose even before the first sword had been drawn. 

Still, it wasn’t a complete failure. Arianne herself had been close at a few points, close to knocking the other woman out for good. She had just been careless and that had cost her. Next time would be different. It was just something she had to do to keep Myrcella from getting hurt. Her brave lioness had already braved more and seen more than anyone should ever have to. This was the least she could do.

Like hell I’ll let her get hurt. Never her. Though her body ached, her will was now honed to a fine razor’s edge. The next time had to be the last, she just had to be better prepared. She would protect Myrcella, no matter what that entailed.

The End

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