23. Romantic

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"WE will leave in the morning." Daemon remarked. "I miss home and the dragons."

"As do i. I feel them." Davina whispered.

"I will let the kids know why don't you get in a nice hot bath and stop throwing clothes at me." Daemon suggested kissing her temple.

"How romantic!" Vaera declared

"Aemond is wonderful." Helaena agreed. "So charming."

"And a good kisser to." Maeve squealed.

''I took the liberty of beginning without you, Your Grace. It seemed a sin to let such a pie grow cold.'' Larys remarked as Alicent sat across from him

''You did wisely, Lord Larys.'' Alicent agreed ''Though you had no such worry about the wine, surely.''

''Meat without wine is also a sin.''

"You know i used to think that marriages that had separate bed chambers were silly because my future husband would love me and i him so we would never sleep apart." Avalon remarked her legs draped over tys. She snuggled into him. She had wanted him but she was better than her twin. So stolen glances and innocent touches were all she got from the man of her dreams. "But now i couldn't imagine ever sharing a bed with him."

"I love you avalon." Ty whispered. "I hate seeing you like this."

"Where have you been?" Skylar demanded

"Out." His father answered as if he could be called father.

"Mama is sad." Aspen added

"Why do i care?"

"You deserve prison, but you won't get time." Skylar decided.

"Fuck off boy."

"Cone on Aspen." Skylar led her to her chambers.

"He reeks." Aspen whispered.

"Ale and Women no doubt." Skylar murmured.

''It's been my duty to tell you of happenings about the castle, but tonight you know, and I do not.''' Larys told alicent ''The King had an audience with my father.''

''He attempted to resign his post.''

''I thought as much. His honor's always been a millstone about his esteemed neck. Interesting you said "attempted"?'' Larys countered.

"There you are vaera," daemon drawled leaning against the door frame. "What are you lovely ladies up to?"

"Girl talk." Vaera swatted a hand at him to go away.

"Girl talk." He scoffed.

"Unless you have cookies daddy this is top secret information." Vaera demanded. Daemon held up his empty hands. "Then go!"

"Aemond kissed Maeve!" Helaena shouted

"Where are the riddles no one understands now?" Maeve questioned.

"You are right i don't care for girl talk. Hug me goodnight Cookie Monster." Daemon instructed.

"I love you a bushel and a peck. A hug around the neck." Daemon whispered kissing her cheek as she hugged him tightly arms wrapping around his neck

''My lord husband refused to accept.''

''Then he fell short of confessing my brother's... transgressions.''

''With his eruption in the yard, your brother all but confessed the truth himself.'' Alicent hissed

''Truth has many flavors, Your Grace. Do you expect the King to doom his dear daughter to exile, or even...'' Larys silenced himself as the door opened

''Talya, not now.'' Alicent said and she headed right back out.

''It's a willful blindness, the King.'' Larys said as the door closed. ''I mean, you'd surely suffer the same affliction, if it came to it.''

''I would not." Alicent informed him seriously.

"It's fair enough to say i hate you." Arthur lannister barked at his no good father.

"Get your head out of that book and get back to training." Jason barked

"Get out of your whores cunts and spend some time with mother and maybe i consider listening to you." Arthur sassed. Jason smacked him across the face. "I hate you."

"You are a bad heir." Jason countered. "What boy prefers book to swords and boobs?"

"One with a brain." Arthur mumbled

''But the Hand is compromised by the acts of his son. My father... cannot give unbiased counsel to the King.'' Larys said confidently.

''It is now that I most rue the absence of my own father. He wouldn't hesitate to speak the truth to the King. If Otto Hightower were still Hand...''

''You cannot say, my Queen, that your father would be impartial in this matter.'' Larys reminded her

''No, but he would be partial to me!''

"Mama you must tell me, how does it end?" Petyr begged.

"In death." Davina answered.

"Wicked!" Petyr agreed.

"Good night sweetie."  Davina kissed his forehead as she got up from the bed.

"Night mama."  Petyr answered

"Your son." Daemon chuckled.

"Yours too."

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