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Alicent Hightower

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[lascivient]

[ Hm! ]

I believe the responsibilities of kingship supersede your wish for familial decision-making.

[sapphyre]

[ He yields his time to watch the mom bomb about to detonate. ]

[lambencies]

[ ... ]

My dear husband, the King, is not dead.

Neither is he here.

[lascivient]

Are we revisiting this matter?

[ His head is about to explode. ]

Your dear husband perished the very night you were taken, and two out of the three of us recall it vividly. I believe this once again overrides your denial.

[ A beat, and then he just fucking laughs. ] Or is it even truly denial? Are you simply enraged that we accomplished something you could not? Or is it worse than that, if Aemond achieved it alone, would you be this furious?

[sapphyre]

[ This is an interesting argument to be involved in where he has an optimal view of Aegon's buttcheeks trembling with rage. ]

We only wanted to surprise you. [ Gently slipping it in like he's god's perfect child just trying to do the right thing. ]

[lambencies]

[ she cannot believe she has to listen to this slander. while Aegon speaks, her hands squeeze into fists. she's never felt his fury like this. she'd be more disturbed by it if he hadn't fueled her own rage into a wildfire. ]

The Stranger has been at his doorstep for years and years and yet he lives. It does not matter to me whether it was his last night or his second last – he is my King until I witness the Silent Sisters finish their work with my own eyes.

It is not denial, it is loyalty!

[lascivient]

[ sEETHING: ] Then you can be loyal to him from the boarding house.

[sapphyre]

Perhaps it's best that you gather yourself before coming to a decision, mother.

[ He's the only calm one remaining. Not mad, just disappointment coming through. ]

As I know you in your right mind wouldn't accuse your two sons of being deceitful and treasonous in the name of loyalty. Certainly not towards the one who personally gave the order to light his father's pyre in the tradition of our family.

[lambencies]

[ do not tell your mother to calm down%&#€# ]

That's enough! [ she draws in a shuddering breath. nocrying. ] We will discuss the details of the move on the morrow.

[lascivient]

That is acceptable to me.

[ He's not going to answer again; he's just going to go and make Aemond endure his diatribe. ]

[sapphyre]

[ Can he at least put some pants on first? ]

As you wish, mother.