[ It is a long time to be alone. But what choice does he have to make right now? A noise of agreement rests in his throat, picking at his food again as a means of distraction. And no longer focused on the delicate way she plucks slices of pear from her fork. Avoiding her bruised lips. How could he make a moonβs journey when he can barely make it through dinner?
Aemond looks up at Aegon sneering. At what precisely, the younger brother does not know. Perhaps something akin to his predicament. Or the usual hurled insults that would accuse him of being his motherβs favorite. Itβs not as if the bar is particularly high.
Aemond shifts his leg under the table. Aegon bounces his knee against the bottom of it, rattling the dishes upside. Aemond smiles, and plucks a couple currants off a stem between his teeth. ]
Iβd like to take Vhagar. [ He announces before chewing. A bold request, he knows. But it might help to cut the tension. In case things turn out to be irreversible between them. Shrouded in quiet uncomfortable agony. A wooden cage. For days. When instead he could simply fly, it would still be escorting. Besides: ]
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Aemond looks up at Aegon sneering. At what precisely, the younger brother does not know. Perhaps something akin to his predicament. Or the usual hurled insults that would accuse him of being his motherβs favorite. Itβs not as if the bar is particularly high.
Aemond shifts his leg under the table. Aegon bounces his knee against the bottom of it, rattling the dishes upside. Aemond smiles, and plucks a couple currants off a stem between his teeth. ]
Iβd like to take Vhagar. [ He announces before chewing. A bold request, he knows. But it might help to cut the tension. In case things turn out to be irreversible between them. Shrouded in quiet uncomfortable agony. A wooden cage. For days. When instead he could simply fly, it would still be escorting. Besides: ]
Daeron might enjoy a flying partner for a change.