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Auriel’s violet eyes immediately snapped toward Alicent, a flicker of astonishment crossing her face features as she understood just what the woman truly meant. Her expression tightened in irritation before she smoothed it into the practiced pleasantness expected of a princess, a faint smile tugging at the corner of her mouth.

“Am I?” she asked, as though Alicent had offered her the highest of compliments. “Thank you, Your Grace. Laenor was an exceptional man—kind, honorable, and devoted to his family.”

She met the queen’s eyes, determined not to betray so much as a flicker of unease or reveal that the sting of the insult still lingered beneath her composure.

" i would rather die !" stubborness had always been the young princess' strongest trait, and her compassion towards others lower than her. how viserra grew to love her ladies maids, but even they could not quell her anger. nor her mother.

the look on her face spoke more volumes than her own words could. truly she'd been at a loss for words as she looked down at his face. baela had avoided looking directly into his eyes for as long as possible. but now that she'd done so she felt a couple tears roll down her face. she reached down with both hands to grab hold of his hand, squeezing tight. after what had just gone down she's afraid to not just let go, but let him out of her sight. she wanted to believe his words though and maybe that had played into her actions already.

"were you though?" hesene raised her brows at him, questioning his statement. she had felt a sense of familiarity and that had all but played a part in her paled complexion. his name alone had truly been enough to make her look like that. her mother had spoken it enough and hadn't needed any pushing of the topic either to do so. hesene had heard so much about his return to life from her. that particular story had popped up often. but now here she stood before him. this hadn't been something she expected to face. though she hadn't expected to leave essos either. plans changed.

Naella hadn't expected to still be in King's Landing at this point, but alas. Fate seemed to have other plans. For a while she'd been staring out the long window as she imagined herself on her way to the dragonpit. She desperately missed her dragon and wished she could already be in the skies with them. Instead the words from her half-brother hit her ears. The princess kept her back turned to him for a while. Once she had thought of what to say she just shook her head. "you say that, but do you trust me?"