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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"YOU WILL RETURN TO YOUR CHAMBERS AND BATHE..."
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8TH MOON OF 129 AC.
Retreating into the royal garden's for some solace, Roselyn chews on her bottom lip softly, staring at the blank parchment paper. Aegon and Otto were in a small council meeting. The children were in their lessons with the Septa's and Maester's. Helaena and Alicent had gone off together, wanting to spend some "Mother-Daughter" time together, despite Helaena making a rather comical face at the news. Aemond was doing whatever it was that he did on the daily. She was all alone.
It was not so bad being alone. She was used to it, being the youngest child with siblings so much older than her. Letting out a gentle hum as she thinks, she takes the quill and inkpot, not quite sure of what to write just yet. She could write of her time in the Red Keep. She would write to her family. She would write to the Seven. Putting the quill and inkpot down, she turns to Minisa, who was lounging under the tree to avoid the sun. A comically oversized hat atop of her head.
"Minisa." She mumbles, looking over at the woman.
"Yes, my sweet girl?" Minisa hums, fanning herself with her fan.
"Minisa, um, well you have experienced many things before becoming my handmaiden. You lived in the Riverlands, then in Oldtown. You were a dancer, a dressmaker and, well, a handmaiden.." She starts, her voice trailing off at the end.
"Well, yes, many years ago. Why do you ask of it, hm? What does that mean, hm? What is my sweet girl plotting around in her mind?" Minisa jests, wiggling her brows playfully.
"How do you seduce a man?" She asks, chewing on her bottom lip.
"Why are you trying to seduce a man?" Ermo pipes in, a scowl on his lips.
Softly cringing at his reaction to her question, she looks at Minisa, the older woman narrowing her eyes at her. She knew it was odd and out of the blue. But, after her dinner with Aegon. She was curious on what to do and say. He made a good offer, spent time with him and she would be told of the raven's her family sent. It could also be helpful to know how to seduce some answers out of him. Lowering her gaze down to her lap, she smoothes out the wrinkles in her skirt, the bland brown and red fabric contrasting against the pale white roots to the weirwood tree.
Her mind trails off to Otto, who had taken to avoiding her like the plague, as if choking her had stained his very soul. Something she wanted to keep happening. Looking back up to Minisa, the older woman stares at her with narrowed eyes, her lips softly pursed together. She could practically see the clockwork in her mind as she took in her question, analyzing it down to its very core. Watching as her gaze shifted onto her, she does her best not to cower under it, putting on her most confident face.
"Which man?" Minisa hums, raising a brow.
"Tis' Aegon, but only⎯"
"Aegon? Oh, really, now? Wear a low cut dress and say sweet words of praise to him, my sweet girl. He is simple like that." Minisa cuts her off, "Do not fret. Men like him are simple, leeching off attention and sweet words. No skin trade needed."
