[ In exchange of stolen glances, Aemond looks up at his mother when she addresses the Hand. The warm candle light to hide any flush in her face, he would mark her behavior as antsy. Clearly not entirely shielded from the afternoon’s events.
A serving girl appears at his shoulder to fill his cup, drawing his attention away when her attention falls back to him. His head is not down as it was when they broke fast. Lips pressed together in a fine line to stifle an unsurprised grunt at the news that the King would not join them. It’s more of a blessing tonight if all nights.
Aemond drinks from his cup, using it as a means to look over. Only this time he does catch his mother’s eye. Unsure exactly what to do, he holds it for what feels an impossibly long moment. Nearly draining his cup in the process. What is she thinking?
The doors jostle open as Aegon is announced through shortly followed by Helaena. The Hand makes a noise of delighted surprise that they have been graced by a nearly full table this evening.
By the jaunt in his elder brother’s step, he has already had a fill of wine before taking seat at the table. Aemond grimaces as he swallows, setting his cup down to be immediately refilled. Back stiff as the last of trays are set at the table.]
Drinking well tonight, Brother? [ Aegon remarks across the table as Aemond lifts his second cup of wine. Annoyed as he takes a more meager sip before putting the filled cup back down. He only needs to make it through what…an hour?]
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A serving girl appears at his shoulder to fill his cup, drawing his attention away when her attention falls back to him. His head is not down as it was when they broke fast. Lips pressed together in a fine line to stifle an unsurprised grunt at the news that the King would not join them. It’s more of a blessing tonight if all nights.
Aemond drinks from his cup, using it as a means to look over. Only this time he does catch his mother’s eye. Unsure exactly what to do, he holds it for what feels an impossibly long moment. Nearly draining his cup in the process. What is she thinking?
The doors jostle open as Aegon is announced through shortly followed by Helaena. The Hand makes a noise of delighted surprise that they have been graced by a nearly full table this evening.
By the jaunt in his elder brother’s step, he has already had a fill of wine before taking seat at the table. Aemond grimaces as he swallows, setting his cup down to be immediately refilled. Back stiff as the last of trays are set at the table.]
Drinking well tonight, Brother? [ Aegon remarks across the table as Aemond lifts his second cup of wine. Annoyed as he takes a more meager sip before putting the filled cup back down. He only needs to make it through what…an hour?]