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[lascivient]

AEGON II TARGARYEN
SUMMON - MISSIVE - PARCEL

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[lascivient]

[ No. ][

It's hardly as if I'm drowning in tasks. I've had plenty of hours to dwell on the matter.

[sapphyre]

Divulge them, then. As you would appear ever confident.

[lascivient]

No.

[sapphyre]

[ Takes a breath. ]

Daor egros, daor egry. Kessa ao gaomagon iā dōron? kessa ao amīvindigon zirȳla ezīmagon se iēdar lēda bykavor lēda iā qrīdropata se pyghagon zirȳla toliot se bartos lēda ziry hae iā doru-borto?

[lascivient]

[ UGgggghhhhhhhh ]

No matter how sound my plan, I've no doubt you'd find fault with it all the same. Kostilus daor isse bisa ēngos iksis se daor ao rhakitē.

[sapphyre]

If you had a plan at all that was worth any pride, you would be shouting it from every tower.

[ Aegon is a simple and predictable creature. He cannot be convinced otherwise. ]

Fine. Attempt to dirty your hands but do not get in my way. My score to settle with him comes first.

[lascivient]

Truly? What makes you so certain that your claim takes precedence over mine, Aemond?

[sapphyre]

Not mine, his. He intends on avenging little Luc, and I intend for him to come and try.

You are fodder, an insult to his mother and nothing more. What is he to you beyond the mark of an enemy? A throat within reach?

[lascivient]

[ Can he strangle Aemond through text? ]

Oh, so the slaughter of my son in his own bed was not vengeance enough for him?

[sapphyre]

[ Is that a tickle around his neck or is he imagining it?

Aemond pauses, rubbing at the soreness on the pad of his thumb from the thorn. ]

You would not rest until his perpetrators had seen mace and noose. Don't you think so would he?

[lascivient]

The hand that paid them still draws breath. I've not found rest, nor shall I, until our nephew and all his blood are ash.

You're wrong if you think you can order me aside so you two can thrash each other. And if he overlooks me, thinking me only fodder, then he's a greater fool than I thought.

[sapphyre]

I am merely recollecting the last time I saw you draw a blade over a goblet.

[ Aegon definitely predates his tomfoolery. It's once again testing Aemond's patience. ]

You would be equally the fool to get in harm's way, lēkia. I only ask that you consider it.

[ It's him, he's harm. ]

[lascivient]

Gods, how fortunate I am to have such a caring little brother, ever so concerned for my welfare.

[sapphyre]

It was not so long ago you were all the eager to throw me at your problems.

[lascivient]

And now you'd trip over yourself to keep me from handling them.

[sapphyre]

There is no tripping. Only a warning.

[lascivient]

Yes, I understand. You'll do what you will, and I'm to busy myself with whatever it is I'm good for.

[ Which, according to his mother (and clearly his brother as well), is nothing. ]

[sapphyre]

I'm heartens me that we've come to an understanding.