HANDS TURNING LOOM...
SPOOL OF GREEN, SPOOL OF BLACK...
DRAGONS OF FLESH WEAVING DRAGONS OF THREAD...
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She grew out of control, like an untreated wound. She had Aegon right in her hands, her serpent like hold tightening on him, choking him...
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"HER PRESENCE WITHIN THE RED KEEP MORE BEARABLE.."
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Picking at the skin around her nails, Roselyn trails after Ser Ermo slowly, her mind still reeling from the awkward family dinner. It was not awkward in the sense that the conversations amongst all of them were uncomfortable, like speaking of that one horrible member of the family or of an embarrassing event. It was more of the tension that lingered in the air that they all were clearly trying to avoid mentioning or acknowledging. It was horrible. Really, really, really horrible.
Staring intently at the ground like it was the most interesting thing to ever exist, she lets out a soft sigh, thinking deeply. The change from Oldtown and the Hightower's to the Red Keep and the Targaryen's was difficult to put it lightly. The Hightower's were warm, so full of life, and so amazing to be around. But, the Targaryen's, they were strange, yet beautifully tragic. Perhaps, it had something to do with the blood of Old Valyria that flowed through their veins?
"My Lady?" Ermo calls, nudging her arm.
"Mmm.." She hums, snapping out of her thoughts.
"You seem stressed, Roselyn." He states, dropping all of the formalities.
"I...uh, well, suppose I am." She stutters, her voice betraying her and sounding so unsure.
"I speak to you as the man who's watched over you as a child, not as your sworn sword. Tell me, what troubles you?" He asks, gently pressing for an answer.
Looking up from the ground for a brief moment, she stares at him in silence, contemplating if she should truly speak her mind on the matter. What if someone overheard her? Gods, would he be upset with her for mentioning it out loud? Was this something that should never be spoken of? Was this just how the royal family behaved before everything? Snapping out of her spiraling thoughts, she lets out a gentle sigh, picking at the skin around her nails.
"You are my most trusted friend and advisor, and you were there at the dinner. Be honest with me, Ermo." She rambles on, "Did you not feel as though there is tension within the family?"
"I did."
"Good, wait, not not like that!" She rambles, quickly realizing her mistake. "I meant, good as in you noticed it as well."
"I know what you meant, Roselyn. No need to fret over it." He smiles, nodding his head.
Nodding her head softly at his reassurance, she stops herself from speaking anymore, afraid that the words would come out wrong. She wanted to speak more of it, to go on about how she felt like even more of an outsider than usual amongst all of them, of how Alicent was the only one who made her feel at ease. She wished to speak of it, truly. But, she always found a way to mess up.
"Tis' strange, for a family to be that far apart from each other. Their Mother sat so apart from them, they did not seem to care in the slightest about it." She mumbles, cautiously picking her words.
