𝔢𝔤𝔬𝔯𝔢 - 𝔦𝔫𝔟𝔬𝔵

[sapphyre]

Prince Aemond
SUMMON - MISSIVE - PARCEL

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voice.

[whitecloak]

You didn't tell her.

[sapphyre]

[ ah...he knew he was forgetting something. ]

Did she refuse you?

[whitecloak]

She was suspicious.

[sapphyre]

She has always been mistrustful due to a life at court.

[whitecloak]

[ she's very valid for that, and jaime would argue said point were he not additionally irate over another left out detail. ]

You failed to mention that Prince Jacaerys Velaryon is also here.

voice.

[lascivient]

In case you've forgotten, you're a gigantic twat.

[sapphyre]

Strange way of thanking me for saving your life.

[ he's not the twat, you're the twat. ]

[lascivient]

I would have gone about thanking you much differently were you not a gigantic twat.

[sapphyre]

You cannot reward me with a horse, a white cloak, and a sack of gold like one of your lickspittles here.

Obedience will suffice.

[lascivient]

[ the reward he'd just thought up was very gay ]

Obedience?

voice.

[lascivient]

Good morning, jorrāeliarza valonqar.

[sapphyre]

[ Oh, so he's actually going to go through with this.]

Do you need something, Your Grace?

[lascivient]

Yes, I was overcome with the sudden, desperate urge to inform you that you're a gigantic twat.

[sapphyre]

Tell me, what do you gain from this?

[lascivient]

Oh, I'm not getting anything out of this. Call it... generosity. Figured you'd be starving without the sound of my voice.

missive.

[lascivient]

TWAT.

[ aemond will find the lovely compliment on his arm. ]

[sapphyre]

[ that doesn't look like his homework assignment. ]

You've come up with nothing.

[lascivient]

[ he just gets the shittiest drawing of a crown in return. ]

[sapphyre]

It would suit me, I agree.

[lascivient]

You had your chance and you squandered it.

~ backdated ; midwinter's dream ; alicent

[sapphyre]

[ Aemond has never been quite one for gatherings. With the eclipse still fresh on his mind, he's uncertain amidst the merriment and the strange lord knocking upon their halls. The Briar's presence sends a ripple up Aemond's spine, leaving him to linger on the outskirts of the courtyard while the festivities continue.

Shoulder against a pillar, he doesn't realize he's been ensnared until the pinching of thorns presses into the soft leather of his boot. He shifts then, glancing downward at the invasive bramble with a measured stare. Briefly, he thinks of claws sinking into flesh. He doesn't see her approaching or hear her call. Not until the hem of her skirt floats into his periphery does he straighten up and tuck one foot before the other as if he wasn't entangled at all. Couldn't be him, her most perfect son. ]

Mother. [ Not coming to chide him, is she? ]

i'm so late cries

[lambencies]

[ Alicent is on the run from the damage she's caused, feeling upset over the blood she drew from a friend. it was never her intention to participate in the strange lord's game in such a way, but her hand was forced. the only relief is that it is over now and they have paid the price. the nightmare is surely behind her. what about her son? ]

Aemond. [ she's hastily scanning him from head to toe, thankfully finding no whipping marks on him. if she wasn't so agitated, she'd notice something funny about the way he's standing. a mother can always tell. ] I have done it. The blood price has been paid on my part. [ catching his hand in her own for comfort, she looks distraught. she isn't proud to confess what she's done, but he should know. ]

[sapphyre]

[ His demeanor shifts towards her harried approach. From guilty son to a reliable pillar of strength that only seems to come when she needs it (when she needs him). His other hand moves in to close over hers, pressing the small soft palm against his. ]

A lady should not have been subjected to knight's games. [ How did she get pulled into the fray? Certainly not all were forced to play the lord's game. Looking over her she doesn't look hurt or lashed. ] Who have you struck?

[lambencies]

[ she's quietly grateful that she doesn't have to explain that she was the one who held the branch. he's concluded it from her appearance already. ]

The young man with curly hair, Cesare Borgia. I would not have wanted to hurt him, but he would not hear of it. [ he did her a favor even though she disapproves of the manner. Alicent glances down at their joined hands. ] It is a wicked game, one fitting witches rather than knights. Whose blood did you draw? [ Aemond certainly had no trouble striking his opponent, whoever it was. ]

[sapphyre]

I&mdassh; [ Aemond hesitates as he feels the thorns pierce deeper into the leather of his show. ] Struck Jacaerys.

[ He lied, why lie? The Briar Lord's asked another tithing, but for once she has caught him off guard. He nods to step aside and let her through, hoping his gesturing to usher her inside will lure her attention away ] This strange lord should have no further demands of you, you should return inside with your lady sword.