[ Rhaenyra hums a laugh at first, the idea of the Red Keep magically transforming into her own personal paradise; filled to the brim with pastries and pretty girls and handsome knights and genuine, roaring laughter, any naysayers turned away at the gates with a gentle mmmm... fuck off.
But... why must she wait? Why does she need to stand by, the only one left who can see the vipers and leeches for what they are, unable to assert any real sort of authority until Father is dead?
She slips into High Valyrian, not to keep it secret (hard to do with the Pentoshi, even if their dialects are wildly different) but because it feels more comfortable, more them: ]
Can't I have all of that if I stay here instead?
[ βWithout any further hassles of ruling and crowns and politics and disputes and wars? Wouldn't everyone in King's Landing ultimately be happy if she were to just disappear, Viserys' two nuisances both happily disposed of? He had done it, why couldn't she?
He might think she is joking by the light tone of her voice, the nonchalant delivery as they dance along, but as she continues on she clearly becomes more serious. ]
All of that, and you. And Laena.
[ (She'd suggest they send for Laenor, too, offer him a home base to return to between whatever adventures he finds himself in, offer him the chance to claim any other future children as his own if he wanted.)
Sweets and attractive, jovial courtesans are no replacement for a true, loving family. Without Father all she will have left are siblings that have already been poisoned against her by their jilted, jealous mother, and Jace(/any other children) who will inevitably grow old enough to hear and understand the unending whispers. ]
We can be happy together, you know we would.
[ She slows down a bit, trying to gauge his reaction. Surely he wouldn't deny her this? ]
teehee since her coming teehee
But... why must she wait? Why does she need to stand by, the only one left who can see the vipers and leeches for what they are, unable to assert any real sort of authority until Father is dead?
She slips into High Valyrian, not to keep it secret (hard to do with the Pentoshi, even if their dialects are wildly different) but because it feels more comfortable, more them: ]
Can't I have all of that if I stay here instead?
[ βWithout any further hassles of ruling and crowns and politics and disputes and wars? Wouldn't everyone in King's Landing ultimately be happy if she were to just disappear, Viserys' two nuisances both happily disposed of? He had done it, why couldn't she?
He might think she is joking by the light tone of her voice, the nonchalant delivery as they dance along, but as she continues on she clearly becomes more serious. ]
All of that, and you. And Laena.
[ (She'd suggest they send for Laenor, too, offer him a home base to return to between whatever adventures he finds himself in, offer him the chance to claim any other future children as his own if he wanted.)
Sweets and attractive, jovial courtesans are no replacement for a true, loving family. Without Father all she will have left are siblings that have already been poisoned against her by their jilted, jealous mother, and Jace(/any other children) who will inevitably grow old enough to hear and understand the unending whispers. ]
We can be happy together, you know we would.
[ She slows down a bit, trying to gauge his reaction. Surely he wouldn't deny her this? ]