[ She never cared this much before, it's not gone unnoticed. As a child, she was a mother who kept one ear shut to a child's prattling. Attempting to be involved in their lives, but mayhap more out of duty than any true interest. Aemond would have always appreciated the attempt, but likewise found disappointment when her attention would turn away—scorned by the happenings with the King, the small council, the princess heir. He'd not faulted her then, but he had felt her absence. She had been the only one who even tried to listen at all.

The markers on the map have shifted, and absently he wonders why. A lot has changed in such a short time. Now his fingers map the silken skin of her back. He has grown to know her now more intimately than any other man. More so than his own father. They have exchanged devotions and aches that have long plagued them. There is no duty between them that requires her take further part in him. No ransom needed in exchange for her pleasure.

Even so, he still would like to take her into the sky. ]

I'll take you to meet her. May she grow familiar with you. Let you put your hand upon her breast so that you might even feel just one breath of her might. [ The velvety softness in his voice might suggest he would seduce her into the idea. Though it already seems to be taking hold in her mind.

But to ensure she take it further than simply visiting the Dragonpit. So that she cannot just excuse herself and wait in her carriage for him to drop down from the sky. If she truly wanted to entertain it, Vhagar would need to get to know her presence. Soothe her fear. It would be essential. ]

The bond between a dragon and its rider is deeper than anything I've ever known. She feels what I feel, she will trust as I trust. As I would never harm you, the great wyrm would too know not to as well.