#qanedanegros

Her gaze softens slightly at his confession. There's a moment's hesitation as she looks at him, really looking at him trying to take in his expression and his features. Finally, she reaches out and rests her hand on top of his. She cares about him so much she wants him safe and it is exactly why she is fighting so hard to be at his side.

"All the more reason I should be there. You will be there- Grandfather will be there. People I care most about people I want to fight for." She fought for more than this of course but she needed him to realize why she was pressing so hard why she insisted. "We are better together you know that."

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🔥HIS HISTORY LESSONS WITH THE MAESTER were always intriguing to the young Prince who wanted to know it all. The last couple of days he has been learning about the fall of Maegor Targaryen, and the rise of his grandsire. He listened with great interest - as the Maester would point out - as if he was taking notes to later go pester the King with questions. He has been warned to leave the man alone, but the hatchling knew that his grandsire would not be bothered with his questions. Or so he hoped. This was by far not the first time that Daemon assaulted the older man with several questions.

However, this time, he had a very particular one. In his understanding, Jaehaerys had been the next in line after Maegor, and according to the Maester’s lesson it had not been easy before he truly was crowned. The child pondered on his grandsire’s answer, and he looked ahead as both walked through the halls of the Keep. “So you need to learn your opponent before doing anything?” He asked looking up at him, and by doing so tripping. He didn’t fall though just dangerously lost his balance, but taking the hand of his grandsire helped him.

Looking embarrassed he looked down. “I don’t have an opponent.” He whispered, before looking up again, and quickly ahead not to trip again. “But the Maester told me about you and Maegor, and that you had some problems with Lord Rogar Baratheon.” He explained frowning because he wasn’t sure if this was correct or he had missed or forgotten something. “The book said you forgave the man even after all he did to you and grandmother.” He frowned. “And that you fix everything with words instead.” His chest poofed a little bit as if he was proud.

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aemond hummed, low and irritated at his elder's words. only aegon could be so selfish and irresponsible and act as if it was someone else's fault; aemond was sure of this. "act the fool all you wish, but we both know you are far from the stupid thing you present yourself as," was all aemond said in answer from where he stood before his brother, hands locked behind his back as he merely glanced aegon's way. perhaps all the drinking had finally numbed the remaining sense aegon had of him, and he was indeed nothing more than the halfwit their grandsire believed aegon to be. "passage to dorne so you could hide away like a coward, while your wife and children faced the wrath of that whore on dragonstone?" aemond tsked softly, displeasure clear on the tense features of his face.

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She still had half a glass of the best wine from Rhys' cellar in her hand as she brought her legs up onto the couch, tucking them underneath her, and blowing out a heavy puff of air when Cassian questioned her. She should have known that she couldn't have asked a question like that without Cassian probing a little further.

"The latter, definitely." Mor replied, deliberately avoiding answering the first question. She didn't want to get into that with anyone, not even Cassian. She didn't keep much from him but she had kept that and she would continue to keep that for as long as possible. It was too much. She took a deep drink of her wine.

unused to being in the company of dragons, edwina was standing at a farther distance from neera than usual. it was no fault of the other, but rather due to the large, bronze, dragon that accompanied her. being in the shadow of vermithor was enough to make any person want to take a few steps back. the woman's actions were mirrored by her own mount, grey ghost. though he was no small dragon himself, the pale beast kept to himself a fair ways away from all of them; trying to find fish in the nearby lake.

❝ i was quite content to be watchin' dragons from the ground and they were up high, but i suppose they have a charm to them... ❞ she turned to look over at grey ghost. it wasn't long that she'd claimed him, but he was growing on her. ❝ don't know about you, but they mean to have us sacrifice ourselves for this war. we're expendable. at least, that's how i view it. ❞ she said, amethyst eyes trailing back to neera in slight frustration. maybe even the tiniest hint of fear.

they would have to fight soon, alongside prince jacaerys and the other dragonseeds.

"You left me alone for a week with Cassian and Rhysand. . . . If I have to hear one more time about how my sister's unhappiness is all my fault or how everyone here hates me I may well finally fling myself down those damn stairs" Nesta didn't like being alone with her own thoughts these days, in a fir of what she was now sure was deliria she had sought out Cassian when she found Az was still on a mission. . . It had not ended well and it only got worse when the High Lord came for a visit.

Rhaenys had been ready to go, patting Meleys and talking to her a little before moving to mount her. She was about to do so when one of the dragonkeepers came out with Vermax. She raised her eyebrows slightly at the sight and then even higher when she heard another pair of footsteps and looked to see the young rider rider approaching