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Alicent Hightower

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[lambencies]

[ haven't they suffered enough nightmares? why must he insist on having her experience another? ]

It is not a test of skill, Aemond! Your life is in danger and for what? What do you hope to gain from such a meaningless battle? Ianthe wants revenge, there is no honor in that.

[sapphyre]

[ She should consider it lucky that he wasn't killed in his cell before he could earn his freedom. Considering the many alternatives that could have occurred, this is the best resolution. She will see that with time. ]

You don't think I can win. [ That's what this is about. ]

[lambencies]

[ no! again, he's not listening to her. she wants to scream. ]

Even if your life is spared, you will suffer great injuries. Your strength is needed now more than ever. I need it, your brother needs it. Our House needs it!

[sapphyre]

We shall see the result on the morrow, do not make haste to make such dire assumptions of mine own livelihood. [ Now he's raising his voice, just a little bit. If he afforded to think the way she does even for a day, he would be dead in the ground somewhere. She may not be wrong, but it's too late to change anything.

A pause, collecting himself. A reminder who he's speaking to. ] I'll hear nothing more of it.

[ He's hanging up. ]

[lambencies]

[ she knew from the start that there would be no changing his mind, but it's still crushing – like a door slammed to her face. she swallows down her defeat, bitterly, cursing again his stubbornness and her own lack of control over him.

she could go to Ianthe, but not only would that not change anything, it would result in her losing his trust forever. ]