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Rhaenyra Targaryen, 18

This is Rhaenyra. State your purpose.

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[onlycake]

You heard it too? It came from the direction of the cabin.

[onlycake]

[ A queen. There seems to be no short of royalty here yet Rhaenyra's interest is piqued all the same. ]

From whom have you heard this?

[ But her authoritative question comes out more tremulous than she wished it to. ]

[sunmon]

The one you've been staying in?

[seaboard]

Only local gossip, I am afraid.

[ seamstress gossiping circles, in all likelihood. ]

But I know Queen Alicent, and to think one of her kin was ill-treated is a frightful thing. There has been so much unpleasantness of late, that I would remedy what I can, as I can.

[onlycake]

Yes.

I'm not far, I should go and see? [ But it comes out as a question because everything is a little bit more frightening around here now. ]

[onlycake]

[ Gossips. She should not be surprised but it aches a little all the same. She wonders how much detail has gotten around, whether others may in fact know things that she does not and cannot remember.

But evoking Alicent feels like one of her stab wounds re-opening. ]

Ill-treated by her kin, you should say.

[ She is only Alicent's kin by marriage, but Aegon is her blood. Aegon she would not hear a bad word about, even as he threatened her life. ]

I am alive again. I have been remedied. [ But even Rhaenyra knows that isn't true. ]

[sunmon]

Absolutely not.

[onlycake]

But the family that has hosted me may need help, Alina.

[ Oh look, being told no helps make up her mind. ]

[sunmon]

Risking your safety isn't going to help anyone.

[onlycake]

I've heard nothing since. You don't think it could be a trap?

Voice.

[nepotist]

I fear I owe you an apology.

[onlycake]

[ Reluctant, if pouty was a tone of voice. She thinks she knows what this is about. ]

Why? Even those who believed me could not stop him.

[nepotist]

I was flippant. Unjustly so.

[seaboard]

[ Ah. So those rumours were true, too. ]

Your brothers.

[ She notes that carefully. ]

Alive does not mean well, plenty of people live with broken hearts. [ Her words are careful, not to be pitying or mocking. ]

I make a sweet cake, stuff with cream, my babushka made it for me when I felt poorly. I have felt very poorly of late, and I have made myself far too much, I was wondering if you would like some?

[onlycake]

Well. Thank you. [ The surliness goes out of her just as quickly. ]

It is some small comfort to know that others see the truth of him now.

[nepotist]

You are both young and fighting the battles of your forbears. I admit I would do no different from either of you, but it does not make it easy or wise.

[onlycake]

[ Her brothers, yes. Half brothers, she thinks sourly, usurpers and snakes. But if there's a tangy sharpness to their connection it's only because Rhaenyra cannot hide her fury.

Then Gilia speaks of broken hearts and Rhaenyra's cracks. The anger burns out and fierce loneliness smokes in its place. Smoldering on the line... ]

Well.

I don't believe your stories of how there came to be too much of it, but... I do enjoy cake.

[onlycake]

And what part have I played in this fight? Please, enlighten me, so that I might recall my troops.

I would not lay down for him, if that is what you suggest.

[nepotist]

Last I heard you were fighting over a crown, no?

[onlycake]

I see no throne for us here. I was fighting for my life. As you saw the evidence of.

[ Her voice wavers a little at the end, remembering the vulnerability they had shown one another in the dark. ]

[nepotist]

[His heart stutters slightly at her voice. He would reach out an hold her hand in his if he could.]

Peace is not easy. Neither is acquiescing when you know you are in the right. But perhaps it is wise to seek a truce of sorts, if you can. This town is awful enough already.

jumping to action ok?

[seaboard]

Where are you staying, at present? I can bring it in the next day or so?

of course!

[onlycake]

In the woods, with Mavis, Aristaeus, and Murphy.

[ Only because of their combined strength does Rhaenyra feel she can tell her this. ]

Why are you truly doing this? [ But there's cautious hope and curiosity in the question. ]

[onlycake]

[ His implication that she is the one that holds the moral high ground is enough to pacify her some. Yet the pain of the bruise only deepens. ]

I have no wish to fight, septon. Only to be left alone.

[ But she sounds sad when she says it, not as though she's using it as a way to dismiss him. ]

Why do you believe you could broker such a thing? Do you hold sway with my... half-brothers?

[nepotist]

I know their mother. I will see how I can assist.