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How did Purim go for me-

there had been a noticeable beat of silence that came in response to the question he had given her. the offer, which seemed so much more casual than it actually was. but that was the way in which he had always spoken to her, so casually when there was always something so much more beneath the surface. a suggestion, a chance, a game. this was no game, not this time; it was unheard of for the king of thorns and roses to ask for a woman to accompany him to another realm - especially a woman that held a personal connection to him.

this was not politics. this was the story starting again, the circle happening again. and he did nothing to try and end it.

for in the offer, it were clear. should she choose to accompany him to dorne of all places, there would come something else as a result of their choice. it was up to her to choose whether she were ready to put herself through such a thing again; for the illicit affair always maimed them both. but her? she were something special, in ways he could not understand. it was their fourth night in sunspear, and cedric tyrell had not called for laena oldflowers.

until he did. a servant had made the walks to her rooms to inform her that the king had wished to see her, just when the night had gone by ten. he had decided, silently that night, that it were time for the cycle to begin again. the doors opened, and she stood within the doorway, candlelight illuminating from her silverish curls that were also laced with gold. honey. amethyst hues he had seen drown in his own.