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You ask to ensure my presence at the table?

[ she'd just as soon take a tray in her rooms — so long as giles hand-delivers it himself. ]

I won't insult you by pretending I have no motives in asking.

I have no intentions of harming you. I only wish to talk. Break fast with me.

[ audacity — something they both unfortunately share in spades. possibly the only thing viserys ever truly gave him, outside of his name and anger. ]

Very well.

[ she does not suggest they meet in either of their rooms, and she knows she may very well earn daemon's ire for agreeing to meet aemond without a man standing guard as protection, but there will be enough parties at breakfast to ensure any conversation remains civil. ]

Does your mother know of your intentions?

[ or is that the very reason he has sought to arrange this meeting — because alicent would have attempted to dissuade him, had she known? ]

It concerns her, so no.

[ if anything, he's the one risking his neck here. he already promised peace. he never agreed to not being annoying. ]

If you're eager to be rid of me, then I'll ask my questions over bread and fruit and leave you be.

In the eyes of the Balfours, we are all honored guests.

[ and what she desires holds little consequence when they've all been brought here — and trapped — under the same circumstances. ]

The eggs do leave much to be desired. But my ear will be yours.

[ the eggs are the weirdest part, if he's being truthful. who needs so many options for it? ]

I'll see you at the dining hall, mandīa.

[ by which he means he's already on the way there, and hoping there's something sweet to drink that isn't some kind of pureed fruit. ]

[ Rhaenyra doesn't overtly delay, but neither does she make haste to breakfast. If Aemond is determined to engage her in conversation for reasons that have yet to be made clear, she sees no reason not to test his patience along those lines.

By the time she appears outside of the dining room, she is visibly dressed not for breakfast, but for this meeting — in a red dress that would not be out of place at the head of Dragonstone's Painted Table, with gold designs embroidered across the bodice and pointed shoulders that create a larger silhouette, have the effect of making her seem taller and broader than her stature would otherwise indicate. In lieu of her crown, she has wound her long braids atop her head, carefully pinning them by her own hand.

She has elected to meet Aemond alone, without engaging Daemon — a decision that she imagines will earn her husband's ire when he learns of it, but a neutral ground has been selected for a reason, and, despite previous attempts to incite a drawing of weapons, Aemond must know, now, that she is not so easily provoked.

She enters the breakfast room, gaze immediately sweeping across the various faces until it lands on his — and then she approaches him where he stands, in lieu of serving herself from what has been laid out. ]

Shall we speak now, or after the meal?

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