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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"CAREFUL NOW..YOUR JEALOUSY IS SHOWING HELAENA..."
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The fear of being choked out once again kept her from returning to Aegon. She could not stand to sit with Aegon at the small council table, acting as if all was well. As if she was not betraying Helaena. As if Otto had not choked her out for refusing to do it. Keeping her gaze onto her silk slippers, she holds her hair up with her hand, tiny strands of auburn curls falling down her shoulders. Chewing on her bottom lip, the seamstress brushes away the strands of hair, measuring her bust and neck. Her calloused fingers danced along her bare skin that peeked from her chemise and corset.
She could refuse to visit Aegon, refuse to even look at him, the best that she could. But, she could not get out of his promise to have new gowns tailored for her. The seamstress was firm on that matter. 'New gowns must be made, twas' an order from the King', she said. Letting out a gentle sigh as the seamstress tilts her head up, she looks at Minisa, the older woman staring daggers at the seamstress. Looking like a dog protecting its kin from danger. Weakly smiling at her, Minisa nods her head with a gentle smile, the scowl and glare returning as soon as she sets her eyes upon the seamstress.
"You are scowling. Why are you scowling?" Minisa asks, her voice sharp.
"Her hips are too wide, just as her waist and arms are. She will use up a lot of fabric." The seamstress mumbles, her words cruel and not subtle in the slightest.
"Tis' just my baby weight." Roselyn mumbles, her voice weak.
"You will waste good coin to get that much gold fabric, girl." The seamstress sneers, "Coins that could go to other good use."
Feeling her mood worsen at the words, she wanted to argue back, to say that she did not want the seamstress there in the first place. That she did not wish for a new wardrobe. That she would rather the coin go to some other good use. That she was content with her more basic and few fancy gowns. But, it was no use. The seamstress clearly had made up her mind.
Keeping her mouth firmly shut, she lowers her eyes down to the ground, unable to blame or hate the seamstress. The people of King's Landing were suffering from the Rhaenyra's ship blockade, food growing more expensive and scares by the day. The coin of her gowns should be going to that instead. But, Aegon was keen on having it spent on her instead.
"And your face reminds me of a horse's ass. But, you do not see me speaking of it so boldly, girl." Minisa sneers back, "You are nothing more than a seamstress, she is a Lady. Respect those above you in station and standing."
"Tis' not my fault she has not lost her baby weight."
"Watch your tongue on how you speak of my Lady, or I will cut it out myself." Minisa threatens, "I have no issue in reminding girls of your status just where you stand."
