[ Rhaenyra should feel more uneasy than she does, in this unfamiliar place surrounded by unfamiliar people and their unfamiliar ways. Logically, she (and Jace) should have flown off on Syrax by now, fleeing from whatever threat of danger that still may be lingering and lurking in Pentos. But, even with the sharp edge of a knife so close to drawing blood, her yearning desire for this safety of familial love and protection (so nicely demonstrated by the tangled grasp they have on each other) has kept her firmly planted on Essosi ground.
The gossamer curtains sway and float with the breeze, cool sea air in contrast to the warm sunlight that only gets stronger by the minute as it climbs higher into the sky. ]
Mm, but surely you think you'd do it better.
[ Both parts, the guarding and the investigative tracking. Half flattery, half teasing. ]
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The gossamer curtains sway and float with the breeze, cool sea air in contrast to the warm sunlight that only gets stronger by the minute as it climbs higher into the sky. ]
Mm, but surely you think you'd do it better.
[ Both parts, the guarding and the investigative tracking. Half flattery, half teasing. ]