[ Once the door is finally closed behind her, Aemond drops back onto the bed. A long sigh deflating his chest. Tension easing once more now that her absence is clear.
The young prince has not had enough of these encounters to really understand how things are meant to go. He only had the experience of pillow houses, which he stopped attending long before. At some point when Aegon gave up goading him over itโ another poor example to ply experience from. For things to simply end and carry on would seem the way of things. And yet he is left cold and wanting.
It would seem his sins were not purged. As he lies waiting for dinner, replaying those last moments. Trying to discern his motherโs expression before she left. Uncertain, speechless. Hard cut to just moments before under the whisper of his name on his lips as she was crumbling. The bliss it brought fed on his thoughts in his absence. He wonders if it would feed on hers as well.
Aemond is not late for dinner, but he does express every little ounce of time left leading up before he finally gets up to wash and change into a clean pair of breeches.
Though he is not explicitly expected, he does arrive. Having encountered his grandfather in the hall upon his approach. Though Otto offers his usual soft greeting, Aemond canโt help but feel like one if Helaenaโs bugs squirming under her watchful eye. He allows the hand to enter first, hands neatly tucking behind his back as he follows after. Only sparing his mother a passing glance as he joins his usual seat at the table.]
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The young prince has not had enough of these encounters to really understand how things are meant to go. He only had the experience of pillow houses, which he stopped attending long before. At some point when Aegon gave up goading him over itโ another poor example to ply experience from. For things to simply end and carry on would seem the way of things. And yet he is left cold and wanting.
It would seem his sins were not purged. As he lies waiting for dinner, replaying those last moments. Trying to discern his motherโs expression before she left. Uncertain, speechless. Hard cut to just moments before under the whisper of his name on his lips as she was crumbling. The bliss it brought fed on his thoughts in his absence. He wonders if it would feed on hers as well.
Aemond is not late for dinner, but he does express every little ounce of time left leading up before he finally gets up to wash and change into a clean pair of breeches.
Though he is not explicitly expected, he does arrive. Having encountered his grandfather in the hall upon his approach. Though Otto offers his usual soft greeting, Aemond canโt help but feel like one if Helaenaโs bugs squirming under her watchful eye. He allows the hand to enter first, hands neatly tucking behind his back as he follows after. Only sparing his mother a passing glance as he joins his usual seat at the table.]