Red Viper

Vipers and Letter

"Warriors don't show their hearts until the axe reveals it." Daemon said as he pulled back his axe from Rickon's chest who was panting on the hot sun baked sand.

Rickon had grown in past months, the once small boy with shaggy hair had grown into tall lean boy with shaggy golden curls and with new interest in combat other than always arguing with Ellia. They had grown rather close after Osha had left to find a new life for her own, knowing Rickon was in safe hands of her cousin.

"Then what does it say about you Daemon?" Ronnika said as she walked into the hot sand, offering a hand to Rickon. She slightly glared at Daemon before pulling Rickon up, this wasn't the yes, she meant when Rickon asked someone to train him, unfortunately that ended up being Daemon. She didn't want his brother to grow as cold as winter snow in the north, he had heart and he'd show it just like their brother Robb. Her eyes returned to Rickon again who was dusting the sand off his clothes," Having a heart isn't weakness, it's a strength that not everyone is bestowed with. It is to be bold and courageous, never disrespect your heart or desires of it. Wear it on your sleeve." She said as her eyes softened and Rickon nodded in acknowledgement.

Before Rickon or Daemon could say anything another voice interrupted their counsel,"Rickon...... Rickon." The sing song voice entered with entrance of none other than Ellia Sand, the olive-skinned beauty with a charming smile that could charm the cruelest of people. She had grown into quite a beauty just like her sister, Lady Nym. Her eyes widened when they landed on Ronnika before she gave her a sweet smile, "Mother, I was just looking for Rickon."

"I know that. I heard you." She raised her eyebrow at her daughter, her lips twitching slightly in amusement," What business do you have with Rickon?"

"I-I" Ellia stuttered at her question while all Ronnika was doing trying to keep her laughter down due to her inability to answer while deep blush bloomed on her cheeks, the same with Rickon's red cheeks. She had known that Rickon and Ellia had grown quite close in their time together at Dorne, always running around, fooling around with their constant arguments which they both won, there was no loser between those two. She also knew that this friendship might turn into something more.

"Rickon, your friend is awaiting you." Ronnika dismissed him quickly because she had to bite her tongue from not laughing and as soon as the words left her lips, Rickon sprinted out of the training grounds with Ellia without another word.

She was aware of Daemon's increasing close proximity as she watches them run through the designed windows while she chuckles at those two, running down the hall, hand in hand and maybe one day heart in heart. She could feel warmth of his skin and unfortunately smell too," You stink, Daemon. Go take a bath." She says as turns to her side, putting fingers over her nose to block the air just to make a point. He smelled like sand, sweat and slight tinge of honey, not her favorite scent.

"Maybe you would like to accompany me." His mischievous hazel eyes almost looked amber in the sunlight, he licked his lower lip as ran his hand through his hair," After all, I am one of the brave men of Dorne. A knight."

She cocked her head to her side, repeating the same action as his as she licked her lower lip, taking a step closer to him, watching his eyes dilate in need of her and his lust. She put a hand on his cheek feeling a shudder pass through him as leaned close, moving her hand into his hair from his cheek creating a hot trail of sensations that he craved. "Daemon," she whispered sultry into his ear as she leaned forward pressing her body to his, his hands settling themselves on her hips, pulling her closer if that was possible anymore. She bit his ear lobe making him moan and grind his growing arousal on her right hip while he closed his eyes, getting lost in the sensations she was inducing." I swear to seven gods if you don't remove your hands from me, I'll slit you throat and have your head the on spike for vultures to feast on."