[He'd do what he must, council or no. A simple hum response is on his lips over the matter. Posture stiffening slightly as she brushes up against him. Whether it be deliberate or simply due to the natural rocking of the carriage. The prince is not immediately sure. What he is sure is the gentleness of her fingertips that draw his one eye down to the ghostly touch. Only he does not know what to do with it.
It is a precocious situation, this. One that had left him uncertain day and night on if it would die back in his bedroom or take on new life. To say he is not used to the attention is an understatement. He's already scared away most the ladies at court and not sought out attentions from others otherwise. Does he take the hand does he let it wander does he move it away. What one thing is for certain is that he cannot look away from it.]
I can still make the trip in part on dragon.
[When he speaks, it falls quiet. Painfully aware of the space between them is small. That is why he requested it after all. To follow the caravan from the sky. Would seem a bit overkill to use the largest dragon living to protect the queen on a leisure visit. They're not at war. She has no enemies, at least none openly declared.
Aemond runs his teeth over his bottom lip, still not looking at her directly. Only the playfulness of her fingertips, like watching one of Helaena's spiders crawl across the wall. Wondering where it will venture next. What is it thinking? ]
I do wonder what we will do with our time otherwise. [His voice grows even softer now. Burdened by an unspoken knowing. Would it be much of this? He wonders. Daring touches under the pale light of lattice windows.]
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It is a precocious situation, this. One that had left him uncertain day and night on if it would die back in his bedroom or take on new life. To say he is not used to the attention is an understatement. He's already scared away most the ladies at court and not sought out attentions from others otherwise. Does he take the hand does he let it wander does he move it away. What one thing is for certain is that he cannot look away from it.]
I can still make the trip in part on dragon.
[When he speaks, it falls quiet. Painfully aware of the space between them is small. That is why he requested it after all. To follow the caravan from the sky. Would seem a bit overkill to use the largest dragon living to protect the queen on a leisure visit. They're not at war. She has no enemies, at least none openly declared.
Aemond runs his teeth over his bottom lip, still not looking at her directly. Only the playfulness of her fingertips, like watching one of Helaena's spiders crawl across the wall. Wondering where it will venture next. What is it thinking? ]
I do wonder what we will do with our time otherwise. [His voice grows even softer now. Burdened by an unspoken knowing. Would it be much of this? He wonders. Daring touches under the pale light of lattice windows.]