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Rhaenyra Targaryen, 18

This is Rhaenyra. State your purpose.

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voice

[lambencies]

[ how she's suffered when trying to decide how to approach this!! ]

Rhaenyra. A word, if I may?

[onlycake]

[ It will never stop being surprising, having people drop into her head like this, but when it's Alicent there's a flustered flutter accompanying the shock that soothes it somewhat. ]

Of course, Your Grace. [ Hesitating, ] Like... this?

[lambencies]

Forgive me, I should have reached out to you in person.

[ of course, she's already more used to this way of conversing than Rhaenyra is, but she also had her own reasons to not face her. ]

As you well know, it is no longer safe to stay in the boarding house. Thankfully, we have acquired a property of our own. [ she draws a breath. you know, breathing, like normal people do. ] I think it would be for the best if you moved in with us.

[ asking your best friend/crush to move in with you but you are her queen and step-mother and also she is a teenager? not great!! ]

[onlycake]

No, no. I need to practice.

[ She must needs get used to it and she doesn't want Alicent to think she doesn't want to hear from her, whatever way the words may come. But her offer is slow to process as Rhaenyra turns it over, trying to examine all sides of it so quickly. The facets seem sharp, maybe dangerous. It's unexpected, to say the least. ]

Is... That's very generous of you, Your Grace. [ But the hesitance is clear in her voice, even if all the benefits of private accommodations are rushing through Rhaenyra's mind as well. ] Do my brothers know you're offering?

[ The reactions of both are concerns for such very, very different reasons. ]

voice.

[lascivient]

You'd better run.

[onlycake]

You wouldn't dare.

[ Her tone has an edge of icy authority to it that betrays her suspicions that he indeed might well dare. ]

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[lascivient]

If that is what you think, you’ve come to know nothing of me all this while.

This is your only warning.

[onlycake]

I know you, Aegon. You have hidden nothing of yourself. Of your baseness.

What could you possibly gain from doing this?

[lascivient]

The Duchess’s favor, of course. What else might I hope to gain from such an act? It's all in good fun.

[onlycake]

Good fun? [ She's struck speechless for a time. ]

I can promise you, brother, if you catch me awake it will not be.

[lascivient]

Not for you, mayhaps.

Best to collect all your things if you're at the house, for you won't be allowed back.

[onlycake]

You have no authority to tell me anything of the sort.

[lascivient]

No? It's my house, sister.

[onlycake]

That explains the smell of it.

But you were not the one who offered the invitation, else I would not be here in the first place.

[lascivient]

I believe she'll willingly revoke your invitation if I ask, but you don't want me to do that.

[onlycake]

And why would that be?

[lascivient]

I wonder how my mother would feel if she discovered the whore she allowed into our home fucked her favourite son? And she likely intends to do it again.

as i tag that smut thread in another tab

[onlycake]

[ Only a flicker of fear before she steels for the charge straight into these teeth. She's been wondering if she should expect this. She'll test one step at a time, just like the last time. ]

How dare you accuse me of such?

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[lascivient]

[ Can she hear his eyes roll? ]

I ought not to have been so surprised. You have a penchant for trying to claim what is mine.

[onlycake]

[ It's not any of the responses she might have been expecting. The ice is rotten underfoot. ]

Here he is his own, or should be. And I want nothing from him.

[ She hesitates before the justification, weighing that it is more believable than outright denial. ]

I was not myself. If he told you, he should have told you all of it.

[lascivient]

I've no interest in discussing it, and I don't reckon my mother would either. Leave the house, and do not let me catch you if you wish to keep your life.

And, Rhaenyra, if you do not want my pursuit to extend beyond Vesenya Lovti, do not touch him again.

[onlycake]

[ The threat is all it takes for her anger to flare. ]

As it was not me who lay hands upon him, I will make no such promise. Aemond took no commands from me.

We shall see how well jealousy wields a knife.

[lascivient]

If only it were merely jealousy. [ But it helps! ]

Good luck.

(a few minutes after the explosion)

[sunmon]

Are you alright?

whenever suits best!

[seaboard]

... Princess Rhaneyra, is it?

Forgive me, we have not spoken before, but my name is Gilia - Queen Gilia, as was, of the Isle St. Loe, little as all that means.

I have heard that... that all has not been well with you, and I wished to bring you something, to cheer you - if I may?