if all of westeros is to be a stage, it is now, when violet irises rake across the masked epicureans that he finds this to be his soliloquy. to do so without an audience? it would near him to extinction and so nothing is said from the perched view he notes the diamond below. to ignore her would cast ill - intent, to fawn would be a lie, and without requite? wounding the ego that preens, but to watch, as he does now, a mystery, much as the night that will consume them all. until finally, when she has not moved, nor allotted the advances of a dance from the hand that offers, jaehaerys parts the ivory tower until steps slow. two more taken until the golden dragon reaches the diamond in the rough. “ did no one tell you forgoing the mask entirely too early misses the fun of the evening, lady alysane. ”
a rose is a diamond ... ( @primadonnaes )
