[Aemond does not hold her gaze while she contemplates it. He focuses on clearing his plate with the general aloofness that would suggest he asked for something simple like an extra pillow in his carriage.
Given how large his dragon is and how long a journey it would be, he is not humble in his asking. Given her lack of interest and nary even a visit as they were trained in the dragon pit. She was no Targaryen. He continues to eat while noting her shift from the corner of his eye. Instead, he looks to Aegon across the table. Both boys mutually behaving, but their locked gazes speak otherwise.
When she finally relents, his lips curl into a small smile. Gaze dropping to his plate as it continues to grow. The old beast needs to stretch her wings more and it'd be good to have her to help break up the time along the journey. Giving him an out without taking it completely to have her mother see this journey alone, or at the least stuck in only her sworn sword's company.]
Thank you, mother. [ The young prince looks up from his plate to her. Pleased and warm under the soft undertone of his voice. Perhaps innocent to the rest of the table, but there is something subtle and tainted in the way he addresses her. After all, the last time he addressed her in such a way he was trying not to moan it.
His plate is cleared, dabbing away at the corners of his mouth with a napkin. Parts of which felt equally bruising. He wonders briefly if she should try to approach her tonight or let it be. Or was the thought of him simply just the addles of an over-eager youth needing to dig his mind out of the pit. Either way, his duty has been performed for the evening as he casts aside his napkin to excuse himself. ] I'll begin the preparations early on the morrow.
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Given how large his dragon is and how long a journey it would be, he is not humble in his asking. Given her lack of interest and nary even a visit as they were trained in the dragon pit. She was no Targaryen. He continues to eat while noting her shift from the corner of his eye. Instead, he looks to Aegon across the table. Both boys mutually behaving, but their locked gazes speak otherwise.
When she finally relents, his lips curl into a small smile. Gaze dropping to his plate as it continues to grow. The old beast needs to stretch her wings more and it'd be good to have her to help break up the time along the journey. Giving him an out without taking it completely to have her mother see this journey alone, or at the least stuck in only her sworn sword's company.]
Thank you, mother. [ The young prince looks up from his plate to her. Pleased and warm under the soft undertone of his voice. Perhaps innocent to the rest of the table, but there is something subtle and tainted in the way he addresses her. After all, the last time he addressed her in such a way he was trying not to moan it.
His plate is cleared, dabbing away at the corners of his mouth with a napkin. Parts of which felt equally bruising. He wonders briefly if she should try to approach her tonight or let it be. Or was the thought of him simply just the addles of an over-eager youth needing to dig his mind out of the pit. Either way, his duty has been performed for the evening as he casts aside his napkin to excuse himself. ] I'll begin the preparations early on the morrow.