[ Rhaenyra finally stares at Daemon, fully, at those words, gaze sweeping over the entirety of appearance and observing all of the details she had not given ample attention to before.
The length of his hair, short in a way she hasn't seen since he returned from the Stepstones all those years ago, handing over his crown to her father — but here, it's shorn off, raggedly, as if the ends had been forcibly cut rather than trimmed by a more skilled hand. Between that and the manner by which he's gingerly holding his own arm, she finds it difficult to comprehend that Alicent would even have the strength to be capable of such violence. ]
By her own hand, she did this?
[ Both of her hands are cupping his face now, with tenderness, as a myriad of emotions rises up within her — confusion, anger, and above all sadness, that her efforts at a truce have not been honored. ]
We spoke of peace. We spoke of it, and agreed. [ A little disbelieving, that in light of all she and Alicent have shared, both in private and before others, that Daemon has been left in this state. But now her thoughts are racing, as she lifts her head, already attempting to plan out her next steps. ]
We must find a healer. Whoever may be closest to a maester — I'll summon Jace to find one, and fetch a maid to run you a bath. No — [ She shakes her head, deciding against it; the fewer people who know what's happened, the better. ] I can see to the bath, I've done so before.
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The length of his hair, short in a way she hasn't seen since he returned from the Stepstones all those years ago, handing over his crown to her father — but here, it's shorn off, raggedly, as if the ends had been forcibly cut rather than trimmed by a more skilled hand. Between that and the manner by which he's gingerly holding his own arm, she finds it difficult to comprehend that Alicent would even have the strength to be capable of such violence. ]
By her own hand, she did this?
[ Both of her hands are cupping his face now, with tenderness, as a myriad of emotions rises up within her — confusion, anger, and above all sadness, that her efforts at a truce have not been honored. ]
We spoke of peace. We spoke of it, and agreed. [ A little disbelieving, that in light of all she and Alicent have shared, both in private and before others, that Daemon has been left in this state. But now her thoughts are racing, as she lifts her head, already attempting to plan out her next steps. ]
We must find a healer. Whoever may be closest to a maester — I'll summon Jace to find one, and fetch a maid to run you a bath. No — [ She shakes her head, deciding against it; the fewer people who know what's happened, the better. ] I can see to the bath, I've done so before.