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[lascivient]

AEGON II TARGARYEN
SUMMON - MISSIVE - PARCEL

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[sapphyre]

Jacaerys is here.

[lascivient]

Not for long.

[sapphyre]

Oh? Do you have a plan this time you care to fill me in on?

[ How long did he know? Was he going to keep this information from him in perpetuity? Nevermind the fact he waited a full day to mention it himself, but at least he mentioned it. ]

[lascivient]

I see no reason to trouble you with my plans until it serves my purpose to do so.

[sapphyre]

We may not be within the confines of our realm, but you are still the crown. It would serve you not to put yourself in harms way in the name of petty revenge.

[lascivient]

I've no doubt you believe yourself an authority on the matter, but I need no guidance from you on killing our nephew.

[sapphyre]

I also lack the authority to keep you from getting expelled from the only hold offering our shelter should you choose to kinslay within their hallowed grounds.

[lascivient]

That is why I'll do it outside?

[sapphyre]

So then you have thought this through in its entirety.

[ Doubt. ]

[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.