Taking the egg had gone over about as Daemon had suspected. A few Caraxes had quite literally burned where as most of the Maesters, guards and handlers fled for fear of the princes wrath even in future. And finally they'd left circling back to meet Serena and Mysaria outside of the dragon pit again. So far no one the wiser of their scheme or mostly Daemons as he merely drug who he liked along with him with little explanation thus far. In fact it wasn't until Caraxes was landing just outside of a rather massive fortress that sat on an island that Daemon even recalled this. Perhaps Serena had some sort of clue as she was currently back with Mysaria, the two having taken a boat with some of his men from the mainland. The journey of course wasn't very far anyhow and he thought with Trent’s fear of the water. Being airborne might help. Just them, the straps of the saddle fastened tightly to Trent’s legs and Daemon there for the other male to cling to as opposed to him being the one below on the boat. Water all around him ...
Well it hadn't gone as good as it could have but they'd made it and as Daemons boots hit the stone ground just outside the fortress walls he turned back towards Trent a bit quickly with a concerned expression on his face. Moving to help the other with the straps that had helped keep him from slipping even if he had panicked.
Once Trent had finally reached the ground beside him Daemon heaved a sort of breath. Like now they were here perhaps a weight had been lifted. "You.... Did well.... Perhaps I should apologize for the" The blonde paused heaving a slow sigh. "Suddenness to all of this" he added finally having chose his words carefully for a moment. Frankly his mind was still a complete mess of emotions after everything.
Trent had kept his eyes closed during the entire flight and had, indeed, clung hard to Daemon. Once they landed, he relaxed and opened first one eye, then the other, a sort of grimace on his face.
"I'm okay," Trent breathed, his heart rate returning almost to normal (it always sped up a bit when Daemon was nearby). "S-so the girls are coming with us now?" he asked.
"They should be here.... Within the hour" He replied pausing to think for a moment before his eyes glanced off past where Trent was standing. It was far to dark and cloudy to see the boat as of yet but it took minutes to fly here by Dragon and perhaps an hour or so by boat depending on weather. "but this is where we stop" He finally added heaving a rather heavy sigh.
Slowly turning he briefly patted the others shoulder before slowly making his way up towards the large keep. The first part leading up nothing but stairs it seamed and by the time they were nearing the top Daemon wanted to curse their architects for such an idea.
Finally he slowed, paused and looked back to Trent, waiting for the other male to catch up. "I'm sorry to have given you all a spook, and make you rush out of there like that but.... Well with what we did tonight I didn't think it wise for anyone loyal to me to be within Otto's grasp" He explained rather blandly. Probably the first he'd said on the whole situation since leaving and now that they had the time. Surrounded by nothing but the sea winds blowing over the island and the crows calling up on the castle walls. The timing finally felt appropriate to fill Trent in.
Trent followed Daemon easily, secretly thankful that, this time, he wasn't carrying the prince.
"Who is Otto?" Trent asked, "and why are we running from him? Also, where exactly are we?"
"Dragonstone.... My home. The one thing no one can take from me" Daemon replied, an Aura of pride in his voice as his own eyes moved up towards the looming walls of the fortress and then finally moved back to look at Trent. "As for Otto Hightower... He's a member of my brothers council. And furthermore he's the hand of the king. Meaning his soul purpose unfortunately is to whisper in my brothers ear. And he's used that at his every chance to slowly poison him against me. Even his own children at times" He replied, his tone now having a hint of anger in it. Of course he'd never taken Trent to court for he rarely went himself! He found his brothers entire counsel to be leeching cunts all after their own gain. And it was frankly unbearable to be the most hated of all of them despite all he'd done for his family.
"Come, we will wait inside. I'll send riders to fetch the women from the docks when they arrive" He added moving to continue on for the large doors that in the meantime had been drug open by several of Daemons soldiers.
"Well, you have a beautiful home," Trent said.
Trent frowned. "What a dick," he said of Otto. "I understand that he's probably ambitious, but how could talking badly of you possibly benefit him?" Trent asked as he followed Daemon through those doors.
"It benefits him because in doing so he's placed himself as the one the king will listen to! Even above his own kin..... " Daemon replied his voice just a faint bit above a muttered as he finished and heaved a sigh. "Anyone who thinks it is the kings soul rule would be a fool. Otto Hightower makes most of the decisions in that counsel and he knows it. And it was him who took everything from me tonight! Not my brother!"
Ok by this point as much as he was telling Trent so the other was aware of how tense things had really gotten he had damn near reached the point of venting. His words laced with anger more and more as he spoke so that as they reached the inner court yard he nearly slammed the heavy metal gate against the stone wall before moving to sit on a bench towards the edge of the garden. Or what had been at once point as even the trees looked dead. Not much remained of the flowers even but rotted dying stems.
"He wouldn't do that..." Daemon whispered, his voice now a bit more saddened. Perhaps trying more to convince himself of that then the other who'd been listening to his story and explanation of the whole thing.
It sounded to Trent as though the king was a puppet king bound by the whims of his advisor. His frown deepened.
"Everything was taken from you, and now we have to leave so Otto doesn't find us," Trent repeated slowly. Would Otto kill Daemon just to be certain the man wasn't a threat?
Trent sat on the bench beside Daemon and rested his head on the prince's shoulder. Looking round the garden, he wondered what it would take to make it lively and bright again. Perhaps they could grow something here.... He knew he was just distracting himself with such thoughts, but he couldn't help it.
"Hypothetically," Trent asked, "what would happen if Otto were to... no longer be your brother's right hand? Who would be the next?"
Chewing his lower lip Daemon looked like for a moment he was just managing to hold himself together. Fingers briefly messing with the red stone dragon ring he wore before he let out a sigh. "Lyonel Strong at worst.... My niece at best. But she's young doubtful my brother will even think it" He replied before letting out a sigh and shaking his head. "Either way.... I have a plan and it will be fine. Perhaps force my idiot brother to realize what he's done! In the least! Even better if he tries to send Otto to come and fetch the egg" Daemon replied. And as he spoke he moved to pull the bag he'd been carrying over his shoulder off, flipping the thing open he soon moved to pull out the dark green colored dragon egg. Holding it with his hands rather gently as he ran a few fingers over the surface.
Trent breathed a sigh of relief hearing Daemon had a plan. He raised his head from Daemon's shoulder to look at the egg. "It's beautiful," he murmured. "Is it due to hatch soon?"
"No I... Well it is a hope right? This egg was one of a Dragons who's passed. We can't ever be sure when they will hatch. They don't seem to have a time. Some never will... Some hatch in mere moments while others take years" He explain a faint smile on his face as before glancing over to the other. "would you like to hold it?" He asked moving to offer it to the other male carefully.
"Oh-- are you sure you want me to?" Trent asked, looking at the egg. But he held out his hands anyway to cradle it gently. "If it does hatch... do you know what species it will be? Is it evident from the color or shape of the egg?"
Daemon merely chuckled and shook his head "Not as much as we once knew. Though this one is more common. The egg holds the appearance of an older species according to many of the Maesters. One that had wings but could not breath fire. It may my great ancestors that bred the beasts with another of their time back in Valyria. Our real home. Making what the dragons are today. That one... Will look like my nieces Dragon Syrax. Or it's a close enough guess" He explained, a sort of happiness echoing in his tone just at the topic. It wasn't one he had often but as his family before him. Especially his mother, he was just as much in love with the dragons as they'd all been. So it definitely helped distract for the moment of the otherwise gloomy topics that surrounded them.
"That sounds wonderful," Trent murmured. "I've seen a few dragons here and there besides Caraxes. They're remarkable creatures, so beautiful and deadly. I just love watching them. You know, I had a pet lizard named Flail, back home. He was a good little guy. He used to sit on my shoulder and people-watch with me." Trent smiled fondly at the memory. "I know Caraxes is more of a companion than a pet, but do you have any cute stories about him?"
Daemon chuckled a bit and shrugged reached to gently take the egg back so he could slip it back into the bag for the moment. His only worry the slight nip in the air that even had him growing a bit cold. "Well, I wouldn't necessarily call them cute stories. But I've a few, like the time in Essos our ship crashed. Hadn't seen him in days as he had flown ahead. Probably saved my life honestly.... Spent the next week or more using him as a shield from the terrible weather of Essos at night and flying by day before we made it back home" He replied chuckling a bit at the thought. It had been one of his and the dragons more interesting adventures. Nearly thought he'd die at least twice and once had even been because he swore Caraxes might eat him. New rider and all.... Wouldn't have been shocking.
"Anyway, we should get this inside. Eggs tend to be a bit, intolerable to cook weather and if I'm to put it in my child cradle than we wouldn't want it to be nothing but stone" He added moving to stand finally, tucking the bag beneath an arm and pausing just long enough to wait for Trent to follow along.
"Good idea," Trent agreed. He followed Daemon in, taking his hand to comfort him and running his thumb along it gently. "Well, it's a nice story," he said. "Maybe not cute in the same sense as having a pet lizard, but it's clear that you and Caraxes are very close, and I admire that."
"I had a bunny when I was five.... Does that count?" Daemon suddenly put in with a bit of a small almost dorky looking smile even for him. Ok not something he talked about often, or even admitted. Imagine admitting being a dragon rider, one of the most feared warriors of his family.... Who was partial to cute and fluffy. Yeah probably not the best look in most cases but for some reason he found himself telling Trent far to easily. Still it didn't stop the shade of pink that soon crossed his face as he quickly looked away. Deciding rather quickly it was time for a change in subject.
"So I've left a note for my brother. No doubt he'll be arriving by tomorrow at the latest. Not with what I told him. Sooo we more or less have until he or his lackies show face to do as we like" He added over his shoulder now, his pace having quickened as he entered through a door one of his men had moved to open for them. "But I do have one more thing to ask if you, before you get comfortable" He added moving through the dimly lit room to where a table sat, rather covered in documents and blank parchment. Moving to grab a piece he was already writing something before Trent had even replied. The words seemingly a list of things needed done about the fortress, likely to prepare for what he'd just mentioned. One being to send riders to the docks, another part mentioned something about ballistae on the walls, and yet another mentioned Caraxes saddle. He wasn't going to admit this out loud, not yet but he was fully prepared to turn this into a fight should it come to that. Thankfully his position on the island was.... Strong despite the lack of men in comparison to where they'd been prior. The place being near silent as a ghost for as long as they'd been there and they'd seen but four maybe five of his men in said time.
"Of course it counts, silly!" Trent said. "Rabbits are a lot of hard work, like chinchillas. Having the fortitude to take care of an animal like that speaks pretty well to your ability to lead a nation, but that's just one man's opinion." He kissed Daemon's blushing cheek reassuringly.
"What did you tell him?" Trent asked.
Trent looked over Daemon's shoulder at the list. "You want me to implement these?" he asked. "I can do that."
"If you can help that much better, but take this to my captain of the fortress guard and tell him I sent you" Daemon replied finally moving to pick up a nearby tiny jar, then lightly applying the red liquid he moved to use one of his rings to press into the middle of it before finally moving to hand it to Trent.
"I would suggest you going with them to escort the girls safely from the docks. Send Lady Mysaria to me at once when you return" He added with a faint smile as he looked at Trent for a moment with probably a bit more fondness than you'd typically expect any Knight to show a squire especially one that was also a prince.
"Anymore questions?" He added as he moved away around the desk area and soon went to sink down into the chair for the moment raising an eyebrow at the other.
Trent nodded and took the paper. He returned Daemon's look of affection and impulsively squeezed his hand. "Take this to the captain of your guard. Go with the guard to escort the girls from the docks. Send Mysaria to you," he repeated nodding. He gave Daemon a soft smile as he left to follow the instructions.
When escorting the women from the docks, Serena asked, "Duckie, what the hell is going on?" She was clearly anxious; she hadn't called Trent by his childhood nickname much since they'd broken up. In fact, she'd barely spoken directly to him except to snipe at him. Trent took both her hands in his. "We're getting you to safety," he said, as reassuringly as he could under the circumstances. He looked dubiously at the guard, wondering how much he could say, and settled on, "The prince believes there's some sort of family trouble." It was a bland and general enough statement to apply to any situation, especially since Trent understood that the brothers didn't exactly get along.
It was lunch time by the time Daemon had woken the following day. Having his men show his guests to their chambers and Mysaria of course joining him he'd briefly spoken with her the night before but mostly he'd tried his best to hide out, both from her and even Trent. Granted he'd given the male plenty to work on so hopefully it had done well to entertain him while Daemon drunk himself into a very deep sleep come early morning and just when the sun had began to rise.
Now though the sun was high in the sky signaling it was midday and Daemon was just somewhat slipping to consciousness. Beside him Mysaria lay still sleeping her arm draped over his middle and the sun was peering into the room in just a way that it had been enough to pull Daemon from his deep sleep. Then came her hand, so perhaps she hadn't been sleeping.
For a moment he just laid there, his eyes completely closed as he felt her moving her hand to gently run down his ribs, and then his thigh. Slowly moving towards his inner thigh beneath the covers. Letting out a soft breath he was at that point where he was just asleep enough still that this was borderline a wet dream and just enough awake he knew it to be real. Still he hadn't moved, merely letting her continue up his thigh until he hand was moving to firmly grasp his cock.
While Trent wasn't really the type to admit it, he was a little miffed at being sent away. Yes, he'd made it clear he'd do anything for Daemon, but hadn't his hard work earned him at least a bit of cuddle time? He quietly left to Serena's room after he'd completed all the tasks Daemon had set him, but she naturally wasn't nearly as cuddly with him as she'd used to be. Still angry with him for telling her he missed his sweet, devoted Sebastian and he didn't even know this monster that had become Serena, he guessed. It had, after all, been the cause of their breakup.
((quick note: in OWC, the cause of their breakup was RBunch causing drama (both Sebastian and Nathaniel decided it wasn't worth it to stay with Trent), but Serena doesn't feel like being cozy with Trent in any verse rn))
She hadn't exactly kicked him out, but she had left to do some unspecified thing and left him alone all night. So, feeling lonely the next morning, he decided to amble on over to Daemon's room, only to see him in bed with Mysaria.
"Oh-- sorry," he said aloud as his face heated. He frowned and swallowed. So this was why Daemon had wanted him to go away last night. Okay. That tracked with Trent's dating history. He shook his head and turned to leave. Maybe he'd go look for Serena and demand an actual face-to-face conversation, rather than the awkward sniping they'd been doing for weeks now.
By this point Daemon was a fair bit more awake, if you could even call it that. Still fairly drunk from the night before was probably a better description. Still he'd came to enough his moans filled the room along with Mysaria’s as she moved her hips slowly on top of his, one hand pining one of his above his head and other one his hand that rested at her hip. Truthfully both may have been oblivious at first had the door not managed to firstly bump into a chair that had fallen the night before causing a bit of a bang.
Mysaria froze, head swiveling to look just in time to make eye contact with an apologetic Trent. Well.... That was awkward.... At first her expression spoke a thousand words. She was annoyed and Trent was leaving. Though when her gaze returned to Daemons she wasn't shocked to see a slight smirk on his face. "Tell him to come back" Daemon purred still slightly thrusting up into her but somehow managing to focus enough to.... Well she'd no idea what he was thinking. Only Daemon ever knew that however and he was in-between in the moment, but also Trent. He felt both bad for missing him the night before and secondly.... Well.... He may have had a few moments before the other males arrival in his own imagination.
"TRENT!!!" Mysaria was suddenly shouting over her shoulder. Moving her hair and turning to look towards the cracked doorway again.
Trent's eyes had widened just the slightest when meeting Mysaria's. When Mysaria called out to him, he froze in his tracks. Was she summoning him or pretending she was having sex with him? Either thought was equally embarrassing. He cautiously peeked back in.
"... Yes, this is Trent," he said after an awkward pause.
How could you even remain serious. Well Mysaria had but despite his cock being still hard as a rock inside of Mysaria Daemon was suddenly stifling a laugh. Trent was so at loss from his voice it would seem and frankly it was pretty cute.
"Well... Come in... " She quickly stated before moving to pull from Daemon, soon moving back beside him her hand now reached to merely tease at Daemon cock earning a bit of a gasp from him as he felt her touching it lightly. Just enough he certainly wasn't going to lose how hard he was. Slowly moving to push from the bed onto his elbows Daemons eyes moved towards Trent, at first a bit expecting like but then when he was met with what seemed to be nothing but clueless and unsure Trent he slightly smirked, stifling another moan solely due to Mysaria’s touch.
"Join us? Or are you otherwise occupied?" Daemon asked finally, his eyes on Trent now with a complete devilish look to them.
Trent blinked, still at a loss for a moment, then a grin spread across his face. "Yes, please!" he said, making his way into the room and climbing on the bed. He smiled at Daemon and gently ran his fingers through the prince's long blond hair as best he could, then leaned down and kissed him passionately, almost ferociously. In his mind, they were both here to spoil Daemon; the thought that Mysaria might want a little attention too didn't even occur to him.
Well, that had been a rather pleasant surprise. Then again he hadn't expected a no, just perhaps a bit more Trent cluelessness. Even Mysaria had seem impressed as they briefly shared a look just before Trent reached them. Though she was soon smirking and frankly didn't seem bothered. Wouldn't be her first time with a coworker right?
As Trent’s lips connected with his Daemons eyes fluttered shut. A bit of a moan soon against the other males lips as he felt the blankets get pushed further off of them and Mysaria’s hand tighten about his shaft again. Between her and his own hand now moving for Trent’s shoulder and slowly down his chest Daemon was soon sinking back so his head was on the bed, his grip on Trent’s shirt soon tightening as he yanked it up a bit, urging the other male to start joining them in their clothes less state.
Trent broke the kiss just long enough to disrobe, then went right back to making out with Daemon, kissing him with all the passion and emotion he'd tried to keep bottled during his time working as Daemon's squire. He wasn't sure yet if he was in love with Daemon, but he knew he did love his prince to some degree. He definitely loved the buttery-soft feeling of Daemon's hair under his fingers, the taste of his kisses-- yes, even first thing in the morning-- and the quiet intensity that Daemon himself showed signs of, whether through fond smiles or flashes of temper or "changing his mind" about sarcastic orders that Trent took way too seriously. Somehow there were no words needed, which was good, because Trent didn't ever want this kiss to end.
To say there was a certain first time thrill would have been an understatement. Daemon had been considering it for quite some time but only recently found himself more and more drawn to Trent enough those thoughts had crossed his mind. Frankly at first it had been a joke. He'd merely liked being able to boss the poor man around and get whatever he wanted, but then those moments Trent had adorably kissed his cheek, or helped him with hair. The small things and Daemons mind had gone wilder than even Trent could have probably imagined.
Tongue tangling back against Trent’s and the occasional moan slipping from his lips Daemon was nearly quivering with ecstasy already. It didn't help Mysaria was there, her hand keeping him on perfect edge starting and stopping again as she watches them a bit amused. Didn't take a complete genius to have noticed Daemons liking to Trent and ferry things he let the man do.
Daemons hand had finally moved to run over Trent’s chest, then slid up around his neck seeking to draw him in closer. That closeness he'd absolutely been aching for in fact. Just the mere thought and he was letting out another moan against Trent’s lips, his hips twitching enough Mysaria’s hand soon went to hold him still with one hand the other working his shaft a bit more in rhythm now before suddenly stopping.
This earned a small whimper from Daemon who was completely tense with excitement. Briefly breaking the kids his eyes moved to where Mysaria lad leaned back. A faint smile on her face. "What? I can't keep that part of you all to myself can I?" She remarked with a faint grin in amusement.
Of course, Trent himself had been almost afraid to hope that Daemon might actually like him this way. He was cautious about his affections, going only as far as Daemon might let him, rarely daring to step out of line, or so he thought. When Daemon pulled him closer now, Trent smiled into their kiss, nearly breaking it, as a rush of affection overtook him. In the end it was Daemon who broke the kiss to look at Mysaria, whom Trent still had yet to acknowledge. He certainly had no problem sharing, but he did tend to be of rather singular focus. As she spoke, he felt suddenly shy.
"I really like you," he said in nearly a whisper to Daemon, "and I don't mind who's on top, but ... I prefer only going down on women, if that's okay."
Mysaria giggled which hardly helped Daemon keep a straight face either. Ah, good ol goofy Trent and worrying about such things as opposed to merely letting things happen. A fair amount of mirth briefly crossed Daemons features before his eyes met Trent’s again, his hand slowly drifting to lightly stroke the others short cropped brown hair. "Trent, stop talking and please just fuck me.... Now" He added the last part as almost a command that he'd no doubt would kick Trent back into full gear. He'd seen enough to know the other male only so desperately wanted to please him. Even this certainly counted for that as funny and completely Trent as it was.
"Okay," Trent said after a pause. He nestled into bed behind Daemon and kissed his neck with equal parts tenderness and ferocity, then prepared them both and, more or less gently, stuffed himself inside Daemon. He had one at wrapped around the prince's waist, holding him close. He would indeed follow Daemon's every request, every command, such was his affection.
The fact that he could do this at all told him that, however subconscious it may have been, Trent did indeed love Daemon in some capacity; otherwise, he'd have been wholly incapable of being in the right state to penetrate him in the first place. He snuggled up warmly and affectionately, moving as directed and enjoying the feel and smell of Daemon beside him. He said nothing and let his body do the talking, hands and lips roaming as much as they could.
It didn't take long, complimentary Mysaria for Daemon to be back a hundred percent into it, and even more so thanks to Trent considering every single touch and every feeling was probably even better than he'd have had imagined it would be. The other males touch definitely gentle and alluring sending shivers Daemons spine as his moans filled the air. So into it he'd been he hadn't even noticed when they were suddenly completely alone within the satin sheets. Finally growing to close to hang on for much longer his body pushed back against Trent and a bit of a louder heavy gasp drifted his lips, that was it he came so hard he was merely gasping Trent’s name softly for a moment grasping the others arm a bit heavily against his stomach and shivering in ecstasy.
Trent's body reacted with Daemon's, every moan spurring him on, fueling his quiet passion. Feeling Daemon's body quiver as the prince tightened round him pulled low, hungry moans from Trent's own lips, punctuated with tender kisses and little nips.
"You're so beautiful," Trent whispered without thinking after they'd both come. "Thank you for having me."
Light purple hues briefly moved to look back at Trent as he felt the other slipping out, his words soft and so near his ear and nape he could feel Trent’s heavy breathing. Slowly shifting so he could see Trent better he didn't say much in response but then, enough showed of Daemons face which for once was but a soft endearing expression. His hand moving to gently caress the side of Trent’s face for a moment as he looked up at him.
That was enough to tell Trent that Daemon returned the sentiment. He nuzzled into Daemon's touch and nipped lightly at his knuckles with a little half-smile.
"Did you want to... bathe? Together?" he asked, a little haltingly. He still didn't love the water, but as long as Daemon held him tightly, he could probably get through it without having a panic attack.
Daemon sort of smirked, his eyes studying Trent’s with sudden found amusement. "Are you saying.... Well I suppose you do sort of stink now that you mention it" He remarked a bit teasingly. Truthfully a few times he'd wanted to grab Trent by the damn nape and shove his bloody head into a bath but he reframed and he wasn't bad as of this moment. Between the pheromones and heavy sweat He actually smelt alluring. Daemon probably could have gone to sleep against him smelling like that and slept for another several hours but as much as he jested he knew he needed to clean up. Get presentable for the most part before they were all far to busy to be bothered. Should his brother show up, or send forces, he expected this may be one of his last chances.
"After what we just did, of course I do," Trent replied simply. "Besides, it is morning, and we should at least try to stick to a regular schedule... tactical retreat or no." He had almost said 'in hiding,' but he didn't want to insult Daemon. "I'll follow you," he said uncertainly, "but... you're going to have to hold onto me when we're in there. You can't let me go for a second. Is that okay?"
Moving to slowly sit up Daemon nodded his agreement. To be fair it wasn't exactly like they were hiding in caves either, best not to simply wallow in his drunken state of self pity or self indulgence and let himself go. Eyes moving over to Trent again a soft smile pulled at the corner of his lips and he leaning back over he gently pecked Trent’s lips "As long as you trust me. I can do that" He whispered softly before moving to pull from Trent’s side again, stepping from the large bed he moved for a chair close to the window. The morning breeze sending a bit of a chill down his spine and prompting him to a bit more quickly take the warm wool robe from the back of the chair and pull it on. Arms wrapping about himself for a moment as his eyes stared out at fog that surrounded the keep. So thickly you could hardly see the ground it was and ever constant. At least if they couldn't see the ground, it was unlikely should anyone attack them .... That their enemy could see enough for much advantage right? No, no he refused to believe it would come to that. Viserys was stupid but that stupid? And a part of him wanted to believe despite last he'd seen him that his anger was solely out of grief, grief Daemon shared for his family to suffer so. He wouldn't outright attack him.
"If I didn't trust you, I'd never suggest bathing with you in the first place," Trent pointed out, "much less would I have had sex with you."
Despite Trent's penchant for fully-modest clothing, the chill didn't bother him. He'd once lived out in desert caves while recovering from broken bones for several months; as hot as they got during the day, they were icy cold at night, and he'd had no clothes at the time.
Noticing Daemon seemed to be lost in thought for a moment, Trent rose and took his hand. "Shall we?" he asked gently.
Feeling Trent’s hand within his finally pulled Daemon from his slight trance and his eyes finally moved to look towards the other male. A brief nod followed Trent’s question before he moved from the window, moving closer to Trent for a even more warmth as they moved for the doors that lead deeper in the large fortress. One not so good thing about this place was the cold, his family was near intolerable at best and granted it was the second warmest place in Westeros one could be .. but the mornings were still bine chilling at times especially during autumn and going into winter. To think what people who lived closer to the wall must do?! How they even survived!? Wild Northerners....
Through the hall a bit and finally they'd entered the bath chamber, to which was much less lavish then the one before. Instead of a massive ground tub a decent sized long tub sat in the middle, which Daemon soon set one of his servants after warming the water for and simply pulled from Trent to sink down onto a large bear rug next to the fire on the far side of the rooms. Knees pulled to his chest and toss curling on the soft fur.
Trent snuggled up to Daemon by the fire. The rug was a nice, cozy touch, he thought. He rested his head on Daemon's shoulder as they waited for the water. Trent was more relaxed than he'd otherwise be, but his heart was still pounding like a hammer.
"It's toasty in here," he commented after a fashion. It was nice to have some time here together, mostly alone. He hadn't minded Mysaria's company in the least, and even if she hadn't left them alone together, he would have been fine with her joining in. Mostly, it was nice to be here without as much hustle and bustle as he had become accustomed to around Daemon. It felt cozier this way, a special getaway for them, although of course the circumstances were somewhat less than ideal. But he was used to making do with what he got, and this could certainly have been worse.
Daemon cast the other male a faint smile at hearing him finally speak. “Yeah…” was his only response however as his head moved to rest against Trent for a moment his thoughts again drifting a bit more until one of the servants neared to let them know the water should be ready. Moving to stand slowly the blonde turned to near the tub first moving his hand briefly into the water just to be double sure it wasn't too tepid for his liking. Then slowly and with one of the servants' help he slipped the robe off eyes finally moving back to Trent again as if seeing if he was coming. Then moving to go in first he stepped up and over the edge, settling within the tub slowly which was a real relief from the cool morning air finally. That and unlike before it had enough space only for about three people to comfortably fit, if they didn't mind being a bit close, and should he have stood the water would have only come up to his thighs. Much, what had Trent called the room? Cozy…
Trent stood rooted to the spot for a moment, eyes wide. Then, slowly, almost zombie-like, he shuffled towards Daemon and the tub. He poked at the water with a finger and then, holding onto Daemon for support-- more emotional than physical, although he did have a poor center of gravity-- cautiously placed one foot into the tub. After another agonizing moment's hesitation, he climbed the rest of the way in and basically sat in Daemon's lap.
"It's warm." His voice shook slightly, but he was in.
Moving his arms around the other male slowly Daemons chin soon came to rest against Trent's shoulder, a gentle smile crossing his lips as he sighed eyed him briefly. "And shallow, and not much water at all. And I'm right here. You're doing great" He replied gently a hand moving to gently run up beneath Trent's arm and over his chest before he gently nuzzles the others neck. Certainly better than he'd expected at least right? Trent's voice still sounded extremely nervous but he hadn't absolutely lost it so that was something.
"Okay," Trent whispered. "I guess I won't drown in water this shallow. But still... Don't stop holding me, okay?" He squeezed Daemon's hand. His heart was pounding like a hammer; Daemon could surely feel it. But at least the prince was being patient with him, not demanding he gets over it.
"I won't... I kind of like you this close anyhow" Daemon whispered softly in response before moving to lay his head down against the other letting out a soft breath as he began to relax against him. One arm still about Trent's middle as the other hand rested on his thigh for the moment. As comforting and relaxing as the water was, the morning was growing late and with it that fog he'd woken in was slowly fading, bringing on what was likely to be a nasty hangover soon. Joy!
"I noticed," Trent whispered back with a hint of a smile. Being with Daemon was more comforting than he would have expected.
Just as Trent was beginning to relax and enjoy Daemon's attention, a voice behind them made itself heard.
"Hey... guys. I made bacon and ...some kind of root vegetable, to help soak up last night's booze."
Trent jumped. That voice, which had been so familiar to him once, he hadn't heard in months. Before Daemon could react, Trent squeezed his hand a little harder and said, "It's okay, he-- he's a friend."
Sebastian scoffed. He was wearing some of Trent's clean clothes, which hung on his thinner body. "Oh, come on, they would have recognized me eventually. Anyway, you guys should eat, especially with how much Daemon is prone to drinking. In case anything happens, you can't afford to be hungover."
Daemon had tensed a bit, but mostly due to the sudden sound of the voice. Familiar yet, not whatsoever! Pushing a bit closer to Trent's backside his eyes moved towards the other a bit curiously for a moment before it clicked and he just sort of stared. Taking in this new, Serena? Not like she hadn't told him but perhaps seeing her as, him was a bit confusing for the moment. That and it only made sense. Cross dresser, Blonde curls, same lips, same eyes and not to mention that smart ass attitude. "How do you know how much I .. don't answer that" He quickly corrected feeling a bit stupid at even thinking it. She worked as his favorite fucking brothel for god's sake! That alone meant she'd seen him slamming back mugs upon mugs more than once after long nights working with the city watch.
Sebastian smirked and set the plates down near the fire. "Are you planning to wash up or just sit there soaking in each other's company?" he asked dryly, sitting down on the rug and digging into his own plate.
"When did you start eating meat again?" Trent asked.
Sebastian gestured round. "Do you see my vampire, or any other, here? No? Then I guess I'm back on meat, booze, and of course lots and lots of drugs."
Trent had expected Sebastian to go back to being the sweet, protective, affectionate person he'd been while they'd grown up together. But he was still acting like bitter, resentful Serena. Trent didn't like it. He kept silent and focused on washing up. The sooner they got out and ate, the sooner he and Daemon could be alone again, right?
"Where's Mysaria, by the way?" Sebastian asked.
Trent blinked. "I thought you knew. She left while we were--"
Sebastian held up a hand. "Understood. I'll... fetch you some juice."
Watching a bit disdainfully as Sebastian moved to sit on the large bear rug Daemon merely rolled his eyes. What was his rush? Ok honestly they were all likely growing a bit antsy with what was likely creeping upon them but still. Waiting for a moment as Trent reached for the soap Daemon moved to sink back a bit within the tub, his head soon resting on the edge for the moment as one hand remained on Trent's hip, thumb rubbing gentle circles. For now merely going completely silent as the two spoke and nearly tuning it out all together as he stared off. The only thing that finally drew his attention was the loud sound of screeching above the keep, a heavy wind seeming to gust past the small window on the other side of the room.
Suddenly sitting up Daemon seemed suddenly a bit rigid. Caraxes was offering warning, of something. "We need to hurry" he finally stated moving to urge Trent to hop out before he basically dunked himself beneath the warm water. Then moving to stand and ringing his hair out over the tub he was soon stepping out as well, not even bothering to much dry he reached for his robe again and pulled it on all but moving to speed walk past Sebastian and for the door.
"That's why you should have eaten when I offered," Sebastian muttered. Trent exited the tub posthaste and tugged his clothes on, stopping just long enough to grab his plate and quickly gulp down some bacon and potato before following Daemon out the door. Sebastian followed at a much more leisurely pace, though he kept the other two in his sight as he trailed behind them, eating bacon seemingly without a care in the world.
Walking down the hall at a brisk pace Daemon was soon leading the way out into the rather chilling morning air and what was a large balcony that overlooked the side of the fortress and was high enough you could see the bridge just faintly through the thick fog that connected to the mainland. No sign however of Caraxes, or really anyone for that matter. At least not yet. Moving to wrap his robe a bit tighter around himself to fend off the cold wind that now whipped his wet hair about his neck Daemon glanced over his shoulder finally. Eye's briefly landing on Trent before moving to the guard who had approached upon seeing the Prince and his look of concern.
"Ready the men, have at least twenty meet me in the court yard in half an hour" He commanded before his eyes went out for the ocean again, still nothing but what looking like it could possibly be sales on the horizon. Easily enough could be his eyes playing tricks on him but he was ready to doubt it.
Still, he had to dress, look good and be quick about it. No easy task to be sure....
Trent took his cowl right back off to wrap Daemon's wet hair in it, then wrapped his arms round Daemon for a moment, offering him some comfort from the cold, then they headed back in and Trent helped him dress, while Sebastian trailed along behind them, still eating. He once again tried offering the others their food, before giving up and just setting the plates down. He reckoned he'd eat it himself if they didn't.
Trent may not be one to ask questions, but Sebastian was. "What the hell is going on?" he asked.
By now Daemon sat somewhat slouched in a chair, a rather tired expression on his face as he let one of his servants drag a heated iron through his hair. Not that he had alot of time but gods forbid he allow his brother or whoever it was nearing see him a mess. Glancing up at Sebastian from the corner of his eye he let out a bit of a sigh.
"Me and Trent.... We... Well we fetched something that may or may not belong to us" He replied a bit vaguely before snickering. "In which case I assume that's what they've come to fetch" He added with an all to proud looking smirk. His hand reaching for where his rings had just been set. Quickly putting them on a knock came loudly at the door. "Trent.... Be a doll and get that will you?" He added a bit absentmindedly. No doubt it was one of the guards come to inform them they were ready.
Moving to stand finally Daemon pulled his long coat from the back of the chair and moved to slip it on merely pausing for a moment to allow the servant to help him with a few buttons on the sleeve.
Sebastian wasn't about to insult Daemon by asking if he'd hidden whatever it was he had taken or how well-fortified this place was. He just nodded. Then he saw how the servant was flatironing Daemon's hair, frowned, and shook his head. He strode over. "No, no, no." Then, remembering his manners, "May I?"
Trent's grin was back at being called a doll and he happily went over to answer the door.
The woman stopped glancing to Sebastian in doubtful manor before looking to Daemon. Really it didn't take much time for Daemon to nod as he definitely suspected the other knew what he was doing. Waiving a hand a bit dismissively his eyes moved to look as Trent opened the door and sure enough three of his men entered with rather solemn expressions.
"Our lookout has just informed us.... It is the Lord Hightower and perhaps thirty men at most" The leader of his guard informed him looking a bit almost bored. Of course they all knew Dragonstone was near impregnable without some fairly fancy siege so this news was much more relieving to here. Though perhaps a bit annoying to Daemon who immediately thought they were clearly underestimating him.... Again....
Taking it a sharp breath Daemon rolled his eyes "Well that cunt can wait in the cold until I see fit to show myself I think..... Go on I suppose I'll be down... Eventually" Daemon muttered eyes moving down to the table in thought now. A look of absolute annoyance written on his face and his fist clenching a bit tightly.
Meanwhile Mysaria had finally appeared, nodding to the three guards as she entered and they had turned to leave she came striding over with a rather unpleasant look on her face. "Otto is here? With guards? If they mean to arrest you why would you go out there are you insane?" She started immediately having heard what was being said upon her entry.
"Well.... Perhaps.... I'd like to see them try..." Daemon replied with a sort of snicker. Actually that was a VERY amusing thought. "Are you almost finished?" He finally asked a bit impatiently at Sebastian.
Sebastian worked quickly but carefully at Daemon's hair. He was an expert with hair care implements, for obvious reasons. He didn't let Daemon's men distract him in the slightest, although Daemon certainly seemed irritated.
He flashed a small smile to Mysaria as she entered, having taken quite a liking to her. Sebastian was technically bisexual, but it was a rare woman indeed who caught his attention.
He laid aside the beauty tool at Daemon's words. "If you're that eager to get yourself arrested, so be it," he said loftily, earning himself a scowl from Trent, which he ignored. He didn't exactly dislike Daemon, but he didn't exactly like him, either, and he liked him less than he would have with Trent fawning all over him constantly.
Daemon merely rolled his eyes at Sebastian’s response. Petty but in his eyes what did the other even know anyhow!?
"The boats draw ever closer my love. Shall I accompany you?" She asked moving towards Daemon who was now standing finally casting Sebastian one last look in annoyance. Turning towards Mysaria as her hands up to the sides of his neck he leaned in gently pressing his lips to hers. "I think that a wise plan... Come... We'd not wish to keep our guests waiting" He replied with a bit of a clever smile now. With that he moved for the door not another look at the other two until they were heading down the long hall of the keep. Pausing briefly as he was handed the Egg now completely out of the satchel Daemon looked it over ever so briefly before his gaze moved back to the other two in question. Well perhaps not so much yet, they were in fact there.
"You stay, Trent come... " He added firstly pointing to Sebastian before looking to Trent and beaconing him to follow them. With that he was turning off again and for the large doors where even more of his own soldiers waited. This was in the least about to get very amusing and very quickly. If what he'd heard of the hands approach was clear. Though a part of him was still vaguely irritated it wasn't his brother! The absolute coward could never face his own problems could he?
Sebastian resisted the urge to smirk, roll his eyes, or stick out his tongue at Daemon. After all, he was thirty-four, not four. He kept his face impassive.
He and Trent followed Daemon and Mysaria. They exchanged looks that communicated, roughly, "Aww, they're so cute together!" and "Agreed".
Then Daemon stopped Sebastian from following, and Sebastian shrugged and went back into the keep to finish his bacon. Daemon could have just told him he wouldn't need to follow in the first place, he thought with a flash of annoyance.
Trent seemed to agree, though already he was at Daemon's heels. "Hey, why does he have to stay?"
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