( Of all the things to keep his idle hands busy, he has to fixate on that bloody olive. It's enough to have her own thoughts briefly spiraling — back pressed firmly against his chest, the feeling of his hand cupping her breast while his other travels gown her stomach — gods be good. The last thing she needs is to be plagued by these thoughts at supper, with her family, of all places.

Bringing her glass to her lips, Alicent takes a long pull, nearly draining the cup before putting it down. Thankful that he's no longer toying with his food and hoping her thoughts will cease from venturing when they were. )

It is settled then; Aemond will join me in traveling to Oldtown.

( What would they do with that time alone, being forced in the close confines of a carriage for a moon? Would they pretend that nothing had happened? Ignore one another or engage in polite conversation while ignoring the mammoth in the room, or try to take advantage of the opportunity given to them?

Just the thought of such an opportunity, of being alone ( or as alone as they can be ) with little to no interruption for that long, leaves her distractingly aching once more. )

Yes, we would be arriving in time for his name day. There is enough time to prepare and get your affairs in order before our departure.

( She isn't sure how much preparation her father has made, but it sounded like this morning was the birth of the plans, so ravens still need to be exchanged and preparations on each side made. )