zaldrizes: (174)
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[ It all happens so quickly; freed from her assailant's grip she stumbles backwards, grabbing onto one of the bed's posts to stop herself from falling but then using it to propel herself to scramble up the mattress on hands and knees, searching frantically for the small knife she keeps tucked under pillows (a practice put in place years ago when perhaps someone in this room gifted one to her as a child, promising to keep it secret), hands finding and finally grabbing hold of itβ€”

The hideous sound of cracking bone makes her let out a cringing yelp, almost afraid to look back and see the result of Daemon's intervention. ]


Yes, I'm alright.

[ Standing to take a step back towards them, Rhaenyra doesn't immediately recognize the man squirming on the floor, not sure if he's just plucked his clothing from an unsuspecting victim elsewhere in the manse or has been attending to them and observing for weeks.

She's never seen her uncle like this, not truly (maybe a glimmer of it during the different tourney melees he deemed worthy to participate in); she has always known him to be a brimming threat of violence (and has always found a certain thrill in it) but here it actually was, about to tip over. ]


Wait. [ Trying to tug him back from the edge. ] We must know where he came from.

[ Before you start slicing him and he's unable to speak. ]

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