[ It depends, it depends on what their intended reaction is. Whoever they are. If they even intended on her room in the first place. Obviously they must have. Obviously this was a well orchestrated attempt to dare sneak into one of the most well-guarded manses as far as the eye could see. They weren't on a march through the realm, they were in a manse owned by the prince of Pentos.
The struggle that follows is akin to Daemon trying to wrench this man's mouth open like he's a dog that stolen a turkey leg off the dinner table. Quickly abandoned to watch him die miserably and blubbering into a foaming and glassy puddle. His head bounces off the floor as Daemon unceremoniously lets go with a disgruntled sigh.
Welp.]
Who else would benefit to rid you more?
[ His head raises after a moment. Because unlike her, he does not for a moment truly consider his brother to have any hand in it. His mind immediately lands on his circle, his council, his wife. Who stands far more to gain in Rhaenyra's absence. Even without Otto at her side with his puppeteering her, certainly now old enough to commit depravities of her own. ]
You don't think she's capable?
[ Doesn't want to, maybe. For as much as he has heard in the passing weeks, it doesn't seem unreasonable to think Alicent willing to have her childhood companion slaughtered. He pauses before he leans forward again, beginning to rifle through the man's pockets for whatever possessions he may have brought with him.
Fastenings shred as he pauses to rip open the front of his jacket, plucking a small jeweled firefly from a small concealed pocket.
LMAO typical self-involved nepo baby shit
The struggle that follows is akin to Daemon trying to wrench this man's mouth open like he's a dog that stolen a turkey leg off the dinner table. Quickly abandoned to watch him die miserably and blubbering into a foaming and glassy puddle. His head bounces off the floor as Daemon unceremoniously lets go with a disgruntled sigh.
Welp.]
Who else would benefit to rid you more?
[ His head raises after a moment. Because unlike her, he does not for a moment truly consider his brother to have any hand in it. His mind immediately lands on his circle, his council, his wife. Who stands far more to gain in Rhaenyra's absence. Even without Otto at her side with his puppeteering her, certainly now old enough to commit depravities of her own. ]
You don't think she's capable?
[ Doesn't want to, maybe. For as much as he has heard in the passing weeks, it doesn't seem unreasonable to think Alicent willing to have her childhood companion slaughtered. He pauses before he leans forward again, beginning to rifle through the man's pockets for whatever possessions he may have brought with him.
Fastenings shred as he pauses to rip open the front of his jacket, plucking a small jeweled firefly from a small concealed pocket.
Interesting.]