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ethel cain wtialy prompts | ( currently not ) accepting

the king paced back & forth wordlessly, still in his underclothes with a mere robe over his taut shoulders. he had been unwell since morning, and thus had decided to retire back to his chambers barely into the noon. alone. and that is when the unimaginable happened ; an attempt on his life by a traitor posing as one of his guards. aegon survived the encounter, but that was more surprising was that so did his attacker. when he had found the king not as drowsy & helpless as he might have hoped the traitor fled, not wishing to continue dallying with trying to kill the king until the real guards arrived and overwhelmed him. but since he still hadn't been found he must have been outside the walls by now. most probably having had some help while accomplishing such feat.

but by whom ? who else knew the castle so intimately ? & when would be their next attempt ?

the worst part of having been threatened in his own chambers was that the incident had to happen right when they were hosting important guests in hopes of forging a new alliance ... such king he must have looked to the lady belaerys now ! pacing petulantly like a caged beast, unable to get his claws on the traitor & make an example of him.

she too was present at the emergency council, pointing out the would-be assassin's predicament. aegon turned to his lord commander, tired of having to wait. "i mustn't be sitting idle, i wish to join the patrol in the woods upon sunfyre."

"you must do no such thing, your grace, they might have aimed to lure you out. you won't see a thing when he's lurking under the trees anyway. give it a few more hours, he won't get too far on foot."

he argued no further, though visibly dissatisfied. still he refused to lose any more composure in front of his honored guests.

fingertips  smooth  down  moondancers  maw,  dragon  breath  stirring  hair  at  temple  ―  ash  stained  cheeks  visible  beneath  shocks  of  pale  silver  hair.  they  stand  'pon  scorched  earth,  a  ring  of  blackened  grass  crunching  'neath  boots  with  every  sure  step.  she  nests,  takes  refuge  with  charred  meat  resting  along  forelimbs,  and  gorges.  baela  watches,  lavender  eyes  keen  ―  already  craving  wind-whipped  cheeks  and  the  breathless  moment  before  free  fall.    “    when  i  am  not  astride  moondancer  peace  evades  me.   ”    an  exhale  comes  without  frenetic  thumping  of  heart,  palms  sealed  to  smooth  scales  rendered  docile.  how  do  you  explain  this  wholeness  to  someone  else?  what  can  be  understood  when  one's  cradle  birthed  such  creature?  they  shared  beds  since  she  first  emerged  from  her  shell,  fluid  sticky  and  fierce,  pale  green  wings  draped  along  cheeks.

the new chicken nugger…it’s here….

That hit hard. Harder than he thought it would. 

"I-I..d-didn't...." Dexio closed his eyes, feeling some tears brim at the corners of his eyes from flashing back to painful memories. His sadness was almost instantaneously replaced with rage. 

"I am going to kill you!" Dexio seethed with anger. He reached for a Poké Ball in his tailcoat, when his anger suddenly vanished, having taken its course.