[ jaime doesn't know him, but at least he knows who king aegon ii is, while his own voice is that of a stranger. rich, smooth, and (hopefully) distinctly westerosi. ]
[ he's entertaining the intrusion out of boredom, and maybe a sliver of curiosity... and squinting at the wall (what else is there to make faces at), determining whether or not it's a good idea at all to respond when he's half-convinced this is someone else his brother has decided to sic on him. ]
[ there's barely any disbelief in his tone, the words slipping out on instinct. the longer he sits with jaime's claim, the more it settles. he knows it'd not be any more odd than anything else he's encountered since his arrival. what purpose would it serve for a stranger to lie about such a thing, anyway?
300th year. 300th year. something twists in the pit of aegon's stomach, slow and sickening. that unease bleeds into the silence that follows ]
I'd make a terrible fool if that's the sort of jest I choose to make.
[ the discomfort is palpable, and part of him is sorry for troubling these people from the past with the burden of knowing that he's from a time long past theirs. for likely making them wonder about the things he knows. about the things he refuses to speak of. it isn't his place to tell them of their fate. ]
Burdened isn't the world I'd use, [ haunted is more apt ] but seeing as my vows were sworn to House Targaryen and you are a Targaryen King, does the passage of time truly matter?
[ maybe it does, maybe it doesn't. thinking too hard about that makes his head hurt. ]
Your brother has tasked me with your mother's protection.
You could have been anyone you liked and still, you chose to serve.
[ a luxury squandered, he thinks, though not one he'd deny to someone so loyal. not yet. not while the man hadn't given him reason to suspect how long it might take before he found it better to serve his brother instead. ]
My mother's safety takes precedence. I'd have seen you charged with it as well. Did he ask of you anything else?
I could have been the next Lord of Casterly Rock. Unfortunately for my father, I was fifteen when I swore those vows. I haven't been heir to anything in quite some time. Serving is what I chose; serving is what I do.
[ more or less — more here where there's no sansa stark to be found and returned to winterfell, no wars being waged, no letters from his sister begging him to save her from a mess of her own making. ]
You act as if seeing to the Dowager Queen's protection is an unmeritorious task.
[ listen here you little shit— ]
Let us get one thing straight, your grace. I am Kingsguard. I am a Knight of the Seven Kingdoms. I am not a "glorified babysitter," as you so deigned to put it. I did not have to admit to my station in this place, I did not have to continue upholding my vows. You are not the king I was in service of, yet I have chosen to serve you.
[ "don't make me regret that," is not said, yet very much implied. ]
Ah, you're right, this is no Red Keep. It's got character. And no scheming council or traitorous sisters breathing down my neck so... I'd call it an upgrade.
[ aegon does not believe it is an upgrade. more like a lateral move. ]
I'm grateful you've chosen to serve, Ser Jaime. My family is lucky for it. But if you're expecting to be treated like a knight, I expect to be spoken to like a king.
[ traitorous sisters. jaime thinks of cersei, of her letter begging him for help... of being told about cousin lancel and the kettleback brothers. (no traitorous sisters, indeed.) ]
Duly noted, your grace. [ no offense taken. if anything, jaime's pleased to catch a glimpse of a proper edge to the young king. were they conversing in person, jaime would have bowed. ] I am at your disposal, King Aegon.
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
lascivient) wrote2025-07-06 11:26 pm
voice.
Your Grace? A moment, if you will.
no subject
[ he's entertaining the intrusion out of boredom, and maybe a sliver of curiosity... and squinting at the wall (what else is there to make faces at), determining whether or not it's a good idea at all to respond when he's half-convinced this is someone else his brother has decided to sic on him. ]
no subject
I am Ser Jaime Lannister, Lord Commander of the Kingsguard. I was brought here from the 300th year after Aegon the Conqueror's Conquest of Westeros.
no subject
[ there's barely any disbelief in his tone, the words slipping out on instinct. the longer he sits with jaime's claim, the more it settles. he knows it'd not be any more odd than anything else he's encountered since his arrival. what purpose would it serve for a stranger to lie about such a thing, anyway?
300th year. 300th year. something twists in the pit of aegon's stomach, slow and sickening. that unease bleeds into the silence that follows ]
no subject
[ the discomfort is palpable, and part of him is sorry for troubling these people from the past with the burden of knowing that he's from a time long past theirs. for likely making them wonder about the things he knows. about the things he refuses to speak of. it isn't his place to tell them of their fate. ]
no subject
And what is it you want, Ser Jaime? Are you about to tell me you're burdened by an oath to a king who you've only known as long dead?
[ just kidding. he's still thinking about it. ]
no subject
[ haunted is more apt ]but seeing as my vows were sworn to House Targaryen and you are a Targaryen King, does the passage of time truly matter?[ maybe it does, maybe it doesn't. thinking too hard about that makes his head hurt. ]
Your brother has tasked me with your mother's protection.
no subject
[ a luxury squandered, he thinks, though not one he'd deny to someone so loyal. not yet. not while the man hadn't given him reason to suspect how long it might take before he found it better to serve his brother instead. ]
My mother's safety takes precedence. I'd have seen you charged with it as well. Did he ask of you anything else?
no subject
[ more or less — more here where there's no sansa stark to be found and returned to winterfell, no wars being waged, no letters from his sister begging him to save her from a mess of her own making. ]
No. Were you expecting him to?
no subject
No. [ maybe. ] He seemed keen to make use of you, after all. I was curious how far that enthusiasm's gotten.
no subject
And what of your enthusiasm to "make use" of me, your grace?
no subject
no subject
[
listen here you little shit—]Let us get one thing straight, your grace. I am Kingsguard. I am a Knight of the Seven Kingdoms. I am not a "glorified babysitter," as you so deigned to put it. I did not have to admit to my station in this place, I did not have to continue upholding my vows. You are not the king I was in service of, yet I have chosen to serve you.
[ "don't make me regret that," is not said, yet very much implied. ]
no subject
[ wow! he just doesn't know how to not sound like an ass. maybe jaime will figure this out sooner rather than later. ]
Is this your idea of courtly manners?
no subject
Court? [ a short laugh. (see above, re: also having this "sounding like an ass" problem.) ] This is a hostryinge of horror, not the Red Keep.
no subject
[ aegon does not believe it is an upgrade. more like a lateral move. ]
I'm grateful you've chosen to serve, Ser Jaime. My family is lucky for it. But if you're expecting to be treated like a knight, I expect to be spoken to like a king.
no subject
Duly noted, your grace. [ no offense taken. if anything, jaime's pleased to catch a glimpse of a proper edge to the young king. were they conversing in person, jaime would have bowed. ] I am at your disposal, King Aegon.