[ It is not the fastest way. Aemond continues to fiddle with the olive in his hand. He could not propose it now. Even though it would be obvious of him to. Preferable to riding dragon back than in a carriage. Though Aemond would take any excuse to be in the sky. Feel the power of a dragon aloft between his legs.
To take her, however, sounds unquestionable. For something she never took an interest in. To be clinging to his back for hours on end. Wind whipping through her hair. A few days journey at most. Far less than a moonโs but potentially twice as harrowing a journey for a queen who never ridden. Carriage would seem to be the only way.
A best passes where he holds his motherโs gaze. Finally popping the olive in his mouth while he contemplates her meaning. It would be unsporting of him to say no either way. He has no duties to uphold here other than his own interests. There would be nothing to expect of him than to accompany the Queen should she so choose. ]
No. There is no issue from me. [ Aemond answers at last, shuffling in his chair as he washes his mouth with wine. Not sounding entirely pleased or displeased, pushing through the conversation as a means to an end of them. So that his mind may remain swirling. To think be alone in her company for that long. ]
Are we to arrive for Daeronโs nameday, then? [ He asks, belatedly now putting more to the conversation he might have missed in the morning. It would mean the time left before they would need to leave. Which to say, for a moonโs journey, does not leave for much time.
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To take her, however, sounds unquestionable. For something she never took an interest in. To be clinging to his back for hours on end. Wind whipping through her hair. A few days journey at most. Far less than a moonโs but potentially twice as harrowing a journey for a queen who never ridden. Carriage would seem to be the only way.
A best passes where he holds his motherโs gaze. Finally popping the olive in his mouth while he contemplates her meaning. It would be unsporting of him to say no either way. He has no duties to uphold here other than his own interests. There would be nothing to expect of him than to accompany the Queen should she so choose. ]
No. There is no issue from me. [ Aemond answers at last, shuffling in his chair as he washes his mouth with wine. Not sounding entirely pleased or displeased, pushing through the conversation as a means to an end of them. So that his mind may remain swirling. To think be alone in her company for that long. ]
Are we to arrive for Daeronโs nameday, then? [ He asks, belatedly now putting more to the conversation he might have missed in the morning. It would mean the time left before they would need to leave. Which to say, for a moonโs journey, does not leave for much time.