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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⎯EXCERPTSFROM ARCHMAESTER VAEGON TARGARYEN OF THE CITADEL. Whilst most records and accounts of Lady Roselyn Hightower, or formally known, Lady Roselyn Tully have been lost. One archived journal from the Archmaester Vaegon Targaryen of the Citadel, has been found within the walls of the former Archmaester's bedchambers.
The small thin journal was in terrible condition. The pages were rotted with water damage, ink faded and eaten away with age. Leaving to believe that it was neglected on purpose, or was kept in secret further erasing Lady Roselyn Hightower from history. These excerpts will not be translated, rewritten, nor will it be brought to the attention of the reigning King Robert Baratheon.
Unknown.
The King had requested a private dinner in the small council room with the Lady Roselyn, one would start to think that this was his attempt to woo her as the Lady Roselyn was an honorable woman. She would not dare to sleep with a man other than her lord husband. There was no doubt she would only dare to bed him once he made her his wife and a bedding ceremony had commenced in the eyes of the Seven and Sept.
What was curious to many servants of the Red Keep, was that the King was keen on adoring his best attire. A doublet of emerald green and golden embroidery of his dragon, Sunfyre. His hair was combed and styled. His face cleanly shaved, expected for the wispy mustache he had taken to growing out. He looked like a true King, twas' a odd sight. Especially, with how he had conducted himself for weeks after his son's murder.
What was also curious was that he was keen on the dinner being kept a secret. He said, "The Queen does not need to know of such matters. The Lady Roselyn is my good sister, my Mother's cousin's wife. Tis' just a simple dinner between kin."
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Walking into the small council room, Roselyn slowly looks over the room, taking note of the now dozen of candles that now littered the lavishly set table. The sweet aroma of food and lavender in the air. The aura in the room clearly meant to be romantic and cozy. Oh, oh, no. No. Staring at the table with wide eyes, she looks around at the table, the only chair left was the one directly besides Aegon. That was purposeful. That was planned.
Turning towards Ermo for his reaction, he bites on his bottom lip hard, visibly wincing hard at the sight of the small council room. She was now tempted to fake an illness to escape, collapsing to the ground and pretending that the world had gone a blur. She did not wish to eat dinner with Aegon. Especially after the way he was insinuating they would be 'bothered' by the rest of the family with them. But, mayhaps she was just overthinking it all?
