[ She would be right, he doesn't need her to step in. It would pull favor of her, but he seeks victory on his own. Otherwise, it would have just been left to her to deal with in his absence. As the lords seem to mill over and deliberate, he waits for someone to try to poke a hole in his reasoning. Ready to counter whatever objection that may lay waiting, but Lord Beesbury's answer comes amicable. As well as Tyland's.
Without even knowing it, the tension slacks slightly in the young prince's shoulders. His gaze levels at the table with a dutiful nod. ]
I will prepare the ravens myself. [ Aemond concludes, leaving no chance for this to escape his oversight.
The table, appeased with the issue, concludes with a bit of rumbling. Those eager to move along with their day easily excuse themselves. Lord Beesbury among the last, as being not a particularly agile fellow. Aemond remains, meeting the Hand's eye across the table who gently voices his approval of Aemond's handling of things as he too readies to depart. Out of ear of any departing lords that may appear too coddling. His lips only slightly curl, modest at most. Thanking him before he goes almost as if it might get him through the door faster.]
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Without even knowing it, the tension slacks slightly in the young prince's shoulders. His gaze levels at the table with a dutiful nod. ]
I will prepare the ravens myself. [ Aemond concludes, leaving no chance for this to escape his oversight.
The table, appeased with the issue, concludes with a bit of rumbling. Those eager to move along with their day easily excuse themselves. Lord Beesbury among the last, as being not a particularly agile fellow. Aemond remains, meeting the Hand's eye across the table who gently voices his approval of Aemond's handling of things as he too readies to depart. Out of ear of any departing lords that may appear too coddling. His lips only slightly curl, modest at most. Thanking him before he goes almost as if it might get him through the door faster.]