#unbeleveable

Around them, people were laughing and enjoying themselves. Some dancing, some drinking. Corlys, while usually enjoying a good conversation, opted to staying seated next to Rhaenys. One of his hands had found its way to her thigh under the table, simply staying there for a moment before his fingers began to draw lazy circles over the fabric of her dress. He was well aware that she would scold him later but for now, he was enjoying himself.

@unbeleveable : "You know exactly what you’re doing."

SAUL SILVA : SOCIAL MEDIA ↳ silverfoxfairy: apparently i am a thirst trap ... whatever that is.

"It's one of the great advantages of being the head of an entire school; ruling the student body like a kingdom, knowing that even student-- and staff member-- has to, inevitably, fall in line."

"What really happened when you killed you original coven?" Lilia asked. It was a question that had burned inside her for a while, though awareness of Agatha's ability to dance around straight answers had put her off asking until now.

She'd heard stories, everyone had, and every story was different, but as far as trying to look with her Sight, the image was never clear.

"I can't See it, I never have," she admitted. "It's blinded by too much magic. Which I assume means you drained them all," she added pointedly. "But you told me you can't steal anyone's powers unless they attack you first." Lilia looked at Agatha, her brown eyes searching her quietly. "So why were they attacking you?"

It was her nameday, a concept that had truly long since lost its meaning to her, but still she had allowed some of the Ladies at court to put together a little gathering for her. It had gone a long way in cheering her up. She didn't blame Rhaenys, of course, for needing to join Viserys. The Triarchy and so on, she recalled with a sigh once she was settled in for the night. She'd pay for her activities the next day she had no doubt.

When the older woman patted her hand, Mal noticed that the princess's smile didn't reach her eyes. She knew that smile; the kind of smile that was almost forced, meant to reassure someone that one was alright...when, in truth, they weren't. She had given Ben that same smile before, when she was growing overwhelmed with all of the publicity that came with being the king's girlfriend. How long ago that seemed.