@nightmarefuele: Aegon tries to lick blood from Aemond’s face.
A mad way to take his sating. Indeed slander is treasonous, yet Aegon has never been charged with as painful to him a matter as profundity of wisdom.
How sating for Aemond to deny the King his idiotic whim.
He’s tempted for a savoury split to let Aegon further while watched by his sycophant peers, his mouth succeed, very nearly slapping him on it.
But no. By the collar it is.
❛ It has been a long perturbing day for our King, ❜ against which all to the last of their Kingsguard managed not to raise sword, not a single finger nor a glimpse of the acuity they were to have been levied for, gods forbid, ❛ dear oafs. ❜
That which they are. Stationed oafishly with a dropped shoulder and piss-about focus, they find it in themselves to take offence, yes, even now—a Reyne, a bastard, and that third arse-licker whose House won’t stand against time, what a triad they make.
The slain’s blood is speckled to Aemond’s chin. If not for him, his brother would be no more and the Seven asleep soundly in his hands and they at peace from holding
this.
❛ Leave. ❜