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This was hardly the first time their paths have crossed in the times Daniel has visited the Cortez. How could James possibly stay away when he saw the aura RADIATING off of the other unlike anything he's seen before? Though, the living man was far too wrapped up in his own pleasures to ever recall such brief interactions. Now he sits at the bar with a soda pop instead of alcohol, rather an amusingly strange sight to behold after the benders he's seen him on.

" Not even if I offered you a drink, Daniel? " James tilts his head, offering up a CHARMING smile that he always gave his guests that treated the hotel with respect. Respect was so terribly difficult to come by in this modern age. The ghost waves slightly to gain the bartender Liz's attention. " Give me an Old Fashioned, my dear. And if my friend here decides he wants anything stronger, I'll cover the expense. "

He settles down into a seat as she nods and begins to work on making the cocktail. James turns his attention back to the other man, " Truly I'm not offering anything. In fact, it's more of what you can give for my great curiosity. You see, I am fascinated by whatever is going on in that head of yours. " James makes his point known by reaching over and carefully TAPPING an ice-cold finger against Daniel's forehead before letting his hand fall back to the counter.

NUMBNESS and anger are all that Aegon seemed to be capable of feeling the past several hours following his son's death. He had no problem making his grief loud and clear to everyone in the Red Keep either as he was filling his cup with wine more than usual as soon as he saw the bottom of it, stumbling around the halls and his quarters, all while occasionally breaking down into sobs or physically breaking something during an outburst. His son was gone. The heir to the throne, his baby boy who carried more INNOCENCE in him than Aegon believed he himself had ever been born with. The one thing he's ever gotten right in his life and it had so savagely been taken in an instant.

When Daniel comes upon him, Aegon is sat SLUMPED next to the fire, staring at the bright, flickering flames with a glaze of tears not yet spilled in his eyes. " I want her dead. " He says, his voice barely audible over the drunken slurring of his words. " I want that cunt's head atop my dagger. Let that be her fucking throne. "

As usual, the king is quick to BLAME anyone other than himself for his shortcomings in his newly gained position. But what was truly the alternative to that? He will not be made to look a FOOL of more than he already felt every day facing the small council. Aegon's thumb rubs and presses almost painfully against the goblet, a slow, unsettling smile crosses on his lips upon seeing Daniel visibly UNCOMFORTABLE in his presence. It's a thin thread of power that the silver-haired king grabs onto, tightening it around his fist and keeping it close.

" ...I should hope so, " Aegon says once he's IMPATIENTLY finished listening to Daniel explain himself. He rises from his seat and steps over towards the man with his drink still in hand. Stopping within a foot of him, Aegon makes sure their eyes lock onto each other before he speaks. " Because should you decide to keep things from your king again, or wear out your use with these little visions of yours, I cannot guarantee you'll be leaving the Red Keep with your tongue remaining in your skull. " He threatens with a chilling look in his eye, though the smile still twitches at the corners of his mouth.