I am out of wine and out of patience.
❛❛ Go then. Fetch more wine, maybe your servants will find you a dignity burrowed beneath the bottles in the cellar. ❜❜ Hands cling to the fabric on her sides, fingers etching into each delicately threaded detailing. She watches him drag his feet & slur his words like the fool he is in her mind, erasing any internal questioning of his willpower. Rhaenyra feels nothing if not angry towards her half-brother. Men do not create fear within her any more, although they never truly have, and all she sees when she looks to Aegon is a man-child; lacking of purpose. Lilac irises shoot arrows through him, though he is too drunk to notice. Grit teeth separate to speak followed by a sharp inhale, before she shuts it once more. He is not worth it, not worth much at all. There the pair stand, in the halls of the Red Keep; the hour is late and no knights seem to be guarding the doors. She is free to speak her mind.
❛❛ Do you think father is proud to call you a son? ❜❜
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