( There is no reason for her to be cross with him; he has done nothing wrong. The sin they committed was mutual, born from shared want that left her wondering how long she had harbored such feeling or if they ignited within his chambers the day prior as she watched in him a way no mother should. If they are to seek peace and beg for absolution from the sins they have committed, there is time for it later, but there are more pressing matters that need attention before she can think of anything else.

As she looks upon Aemond sitting across from her, she can't help but take in his features as he pulls the gloves from his long, slender fingers. The same fingers gripped her thighs as he held her close and coaxed her to pleasure. The scent of him was familiar, one that she often turned her nose to, demanding that he bathe immediately to rid himself of the stench of dragon. Today, it settles differently within the confined space of the carriage. While the scent of dragon is still pungent, it is oddly comforting.

Once the carriage settles and is no longer jostling about, Alicent tucks her book behind a cushion and scoots over to make room for him, gently patting the spot beside her. )

Come, sit beside me, ( she offers with a gentle smile as she places her hand on her thigh, index finger tracing out the filigree design on the fabric, trying to keep her hands to herself when all she wants to do is pull him into her and feel the press of his body against her once more. )

I imagine bringing Vhagar along on such a journey will be costly to the Crown. Did they provide you with figures on resources that I might bring to the Hand when we next meet? — Or, if you wish, you may present it yourself.