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@khalqrc     he’d preferred following me around instead.   ..  stalking is the better word.   [he collects the droplets of wine that hang from the princes chin with the end of his sleeves.]   i see.. 

@holient        and what was his response?   also,  none of the above.   [once given the carafe,   he doesn’t care to grab a glass—  empty or not.   he puts the carafe up to his lips and takes a lengthy sip before letting out a content sigh]    wine.    think of..  blue wine,  but more potent and less..  wine-like.    it’s from home.

@khalqrc    princely duties—    that’s funny.  that’s the exact thing i asked him earlier.   [soraelle obeys,  passing it along]   what’s in it?  tea?  coffee?   some kind of juice?    

@monstraura    that it is,   and i’m not naive enough to believe it will change..   perhaps in the future it may,   but certainly not now.  a woman of violence is merely a headstrong woman who was pushed over the edge by something in her nature,  no matter the circumstance.   you see,  god can surely attest that while men fight wars,  us women ultimately win them.

@khalqrc      good reason?    men of violence  are called conquerors of “the great”,   yet we women find connections to “madness” and  “cruelty”   ..   it is the way of the world,   even in my time.    The North didn’t like that my father refused to have more children in hopes of a son  and named me his heir,  now they are ruled by women more than men.    God has a funny way of humbling them.    

@monstraura     that..  is merely a title i later inherited in my later years of life,  with good reason i would venture

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@khalqrc     i’m not angry.   this whole damn room is just ..  /hot/ 

@kingsarc      it’s not    ..i think it’s your uncontrollable anger and frustration that’s making you sweat

@khalqrc         then spare me no more.  — and why is it so hot in here     ?

@soverlars     aegon would surely be a better option..   even aemond,  for that matter.  but we know what they are,   their reputations even fall on the most naive of ears,  but they are the only ones vincent will even acknowledge to listen to.  [her tone was dull,  her eyes preoccupied on the placeholder before her  —to which she mindlessly spun the ornate sphere between her fingers.  her grandsires were mad men,  needless to say,  everyone knew that..   but they were tactical and smart above all,  not simply driven by grief and madness.  she was stumped,  surely,  and she breathes out a defeated sigh]   there are a few ways to go about it.   either allow him succumb to his madness and destroy our house with it    —or    ..contest his claim for the crown,   as a few mesyrs would say in private

keyword was someone,  not necessarily meaning you.  [ and at the mention of aegon and his daughter he heaves out a sigh. ]   not very promising options..   aegon is well—- aegon and athena is..  as you said not fully equipped.  [ despite the unimpressed look that is brought by the mention of their king being consumed by darkness,  he believes every word she tells him.  ]   great..   lovely,  actually.  and the solution is..  ?   

@soverlars      if you think he would listen to me of all people,   then you’re a fool.  the only two he will listen to is aegon,  who is also mad with grief and vengeance over the death of his son    ..and your daughter,   and with all due respect i do not think she’s fully equipped for the task.   besides,   there is    ..a darkness,  my grandfather and aunt sansa spoke of privately,  one that’s hereditary   —that is slowly but surely enveloping my brother

@saintangst      you have the same sad doe eyes as my mom    ..but i suppose every artist correlates gingers with green eyes

@khalqrc        that,       and  my  eyes  are  brown not  green.    —-    and the smile.     i don’t smile 

@saintangst     you’re right   ..your hair needs to be more red

@sinicides      that’s the fun of it all,  i don’t have a specific destination    ..only rule is i need to be back by morning  [she would shrug,  leaning into the arms of the membresia girl before turning her head to glance up at the brunette]   you tell me,   where do /you/ want to go?

@khalqrc     fly where exactly?  [ laying down next to her, an arm wraps around the princesses shoulders.  ]   i would love too,  you know i’d never turn down a ride.  

@sinicides     maybe,  maybe not.   i was planning to fly out sometime later    ..if you’d wish to accompany me

@khalqrc   [ frowning as she walks over to the blonde girl, athena arms envelope her in an embrace.  ]  i know that are situation is not ideal..  but that does not mean you should envy every man that interacts with me.  do not do that to yourself..   

@sinicides     because they are,  in truth.   because i cannot have you in the ways i want,  and you can’t have me either   ..only in the comforts of my chambers or yours   [it was difficult for her,  for she was an extrovert and passionate girl..  so for her to hide something so sacred to her was a challenge,  especially when nobody around them knew]

@khalqrc   what? [  there’s an obvious desperation in her expression and a slight distress in her tone.  ]   reciprocated how?  all i did was walk away.      (…)       nathalia,  why do you always do this?  why do you feel as if everyone is trying to steal me away from you?  

@sinicides    the very one..  [she had attempted to hide the subtle rosy tint upon the flesh of her cheeks with her chalice at the mention of the aestrellar boy.  whether she kept her opinions quiet or boldly expressed them to his face,  which she had before   ..there was no doubt that the dragoness felt something strong for him.   even in his absence,  she had grown restless,  same with the trusty mount within her.   perhaps that was the strong and undeniable bond between dragon and rider]  they certainly have been blessed with impeccable genes,  their entire family is beautiful.  

[ leaning back an influx of emotions sweep across athena’s face before it settles on a mixed look of surprise and satisfaction. ]  you’re speaking of atlas, correct?  you go girl.  [ her hands find their way to nathalia’s and she tangles their fingers together.  ]  no, seriously.. have you seen his uncle and his father?  good genetics runs in the family.  

@sinicides   [she sat in silence momentarily,  only to reminisce on the plentiful yet secret moments between the princess and the trusty man in her brother’s kingsguard.  taking a rather large sip of her wine,  to accommodate for the mother to be and herself,  she clears her throat before rolling her eyes some in thought]  hm..  perhaps his whoreish ways had aided in his experience when it comes to the body of a woman   —so i would say out of generosity..  an eight.   but like i said,  i’m well over it and found a  —dare i say,  a ten?