Will she? ( Accompanying the slight knit of her brows, an apprehensive hesitance lingers in her voice. A tightness in her throat betrays the building worry in her mind, yet the rest of her body remains relaxed. Even showing a bit of interest in how she positions herself with her palm cupping her cheek as she lazily leans into it, auburn curls pooling around her as she shifts her body to face him better. )
What makes you so positive?
( Of all her children, she puts the most trust in him, so as he tries to reassure her, saying that all she must do is hold onto him and no harm will come to her, it helps soothe some of the worries.
Idly, as her thoughts drift, her fingers dance across his skinβtheir tips ghost over the curve of his grin before sliding down the slope of his chin.
There is much to be said about her actions, by how she hasn't dismissed the idea or scolded him for bringing such a thing up. Perhaps it is because of the boldness he has instilled within her and that invincibility she might have felt in her youth if she strove to achieve her own desires and ambitions instead of yielding to her father's lust for power.
If she is to consider this madness, she will need to make some preparations. First of all, the fact that she doesn't own the proper attire to ride a dragon ( remembering the leathers her once-friend wore and the same that her children donned when they rode ). Everything she owns is finery made for a queen β dresses of silks, satin, damask, and nothing that will protect her from the elements once they are on Vhagar's back, soaring through the skies.
Perhaps she could borrow one of Helaena's riding outfits or dig through Princess Rhaenyra's abandoned apartments in hopes that she left something behind for her to return to after abandoning the Red Keep and moving her family to Dragon Stone.
Her thoughts abruptly stop, realizing that she's actually entertaining the idea. His madness has corrupted her as well, bringing forth a small laugh as she shakes her head. )
I trust you, Aemond, but I make no promises. But, at the very least, I will visit and watch on the morrow or whenever you would have me.
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What makes you so positive?
( Of all her children, she puts the most trust in him, so as he tries to reassure her, saying that all she must do is hold onto him and no harm will come to her, it helps soothe some of the worries.
Idly, as her thoughts drift, her fingers dance across his skinβtheir tips ghost over the curve of his grin before sliding down the slope of his chin.
There is much to be said about her actions, by how she hasn't dismissed the idea or scolded him for bringing such a thing up. Perhaps it is because of the boldness he has instilled within her and that invincibility she might have felt in her youth if she strove to achieve her own desires and ambitions instead of yielding to her father's lust for power.
If she is to consider this madness, she will need to make some preparations. First of all, the fact that she doesn't own the proper attire to ride a dragon ( remembering the leathers her once-friend wore and the same that her children donned when they rode ). Everything she owns is finery made for a queen β dresses of silks, satin, damask, and nothing that will protect her from the elements once they are on Vhagar's back, soaring through the skies.
Perhaps she could borrow one of Helaena's riding outfits or dig through Princess Rhaenyra's abandoned apartments in hopes that she left something behind for her to return to after abandoning the Red Keep and moving her family to Dragon Stone.
Her thoughts abruptly stop, realizing that she's actually entertaining the idea. His madness has corrupted her as well, bringing forth a small laugh as she shakes her head. )
I trust you, Aemond, but I make no promises. But, at the very least, I will visit and watch on the morrow or whenever you would have me.