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[Lucyfer]

‘I’m not a bastard!’ Everything in Aemilia wanted to scream it, but she bit the inside of her cheek until it hurt, until she winced, a look that fit with the cutting words of Aerys. Sometimes, she could hold her tongue. It took effort. Much as it took effort not to react negatively to the voice that spoke after Aerys, speaking out to her.

She moved. Stepped around Aerys and moved at the command, as Aerys rounded on his Hand. She kept her eyes down, focused on her breathing, repeating a mantra, over and over. ‘Beneath Still Waters.’ It was what Roger should have thought before endangering all of them. ‘Beneath Still Waters.’ That was probably how the Reyne words started. A reminder against their temper.

Even if Tywin was challenging Aerys, it was obvious by his own twisting of his words that he knew how to stay in his good graces. Aerys huffed at the advice, but he did not contradict it. “Yes, I will.” He stated, and he moved first, left the others in the hall for a moment.

Rhaegar hung there until his father turned the corner, and let out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding, “Thank you, Lord Tywin,” he spoke with gratitude to him, before he glanced between the other three, “Lady Saige, allow me to take you back to your siblings. Viserys, you’re to stay with mother the rest of the night, unless she personally sends you with someone else. Am I clear?”

“Yes,” it was almost a whimper.

Rhaegar didn’t wait for an answer from Saige, and Aemilia glanced up briefly as Rhaegar intended to lead them away, offering nothing but a look to Saige. They, too, would talk again she suspected. Of Viserys, certainly, and of Aerys, no doubt. There were some things to teach Saige, for Aemilia had seen how she burned and was glad then to have redirected Aerys’s attention. She didn’t want to imagine what may have happened if she hadn’t shown up, to Saige, and to the rest of the Martells.

When Rhaegar had turned the corner with Saige and Viserys, he spoke lowly, “One of you, tell me what was actually going on,” he said, glancing to Viserys first, who clammed up, lips pursing and eyes lowering even more. He looked then to Saige, arching a brow.


That left Aemilia and Tywin, and Aemilia found her calm again by then, and pushed her hands back through her hair, as if she could straighten it out and be all right. The crown of red wasn’t disrupted, nor the loose locks, but it was a soothing action. “Thank you,” he didn’t do it for her, and the words were detested as soon as they parted her lips.

Pyke didn’t hear them soon enough, as he poked his head out of the room and into the hall, only to realize he gave his location away. He didn’t curse, nor react as if his presence shouldn’t have been known by the Hand. No, he shut the door and tried to step into the tension, to break it, “Lord Hand, I’ll escort Lady Aemilia back to her room.” As if they didn’t know each other. He saw the bit of blood on her cheek and figured she’d want to at least clean that up, regardless of if she planned to return to the throne room.

His thoughts kept repeating. ‘I am not being paid enough for this.’

 

[KyloGlenn]

Saige hadn’t yet wanted to return to her siblings or the feast. She wanted to talk with Aemilia. Thank her. Call her an idiot. Something. But Saige wasn’t sure if what Rhaegar was saying was an offer that she could accept or decline, and she wasn’t willing to test it. Rhaegar didn’t wait for an answer anyway, but Saige spared a glance to Aemilia, to at least express gratitude through a look.

But Aemilia gave Saige a look of her own, one that Saige knew was saying that wasn’t their last interaction. And so Saige turned to follow after Rhaegar and Viserys.

Saige fell into step with Rhaegar easily, though Viserys’s little legs were rushing to stay in step with them. They turned a corner, Aemilia and Tywin disappearing out of sight and that was when Rhaegar spoke, questioning them.

Saige glanced to Viserys as the child averted his gaze, remaining silent. She hadn’t expected him to speak up anyway, and she wouldn’t force him. Her eyes moved from the young Targaryen to Rhaegar, who was looking at her expectantly. “Viserys came to me and asked me about dragons. He wanted to see the ice dragon constellation, so I took him. I didn’t think to tell anyone, it was silly of me.” Saige didn’t mind taking the blame for that. It was her fault in reality. She shouldn’t have expected a three-year-old to have done so.

“I showed him and not long before your father came, Lady Aemilia did. She was only looking for Viserys. She had nothing to do with Viserys or me, it wasn’t her fault either.” And she certainly did not deserve to be hit. Saige felt guilt over that now. “I wasn’t trying to harm Viserys, I promise. It was completely innocent. Aemilia nor Viserys should be blamed or punished for this.” Saige insisted. A little too late for that she supposed.

This likely wasn’t a good impression on Rhaegar, and she hoped it wouldn’t affect Rhaegar’s opinion of Elia or Oberyn in any way.

-

Tywin was then left alone with Aemilia, the woman taking a moment to compose herself. He only watched her in silence as she did so, waiting for her to calm herself down before he said anything or did anything. She was the first to break the brief silence, however, by thanking him. Tywin only hummed in response. He didn’t do anything in her favor, or to earn her thanks.

Maybe it was her finally respecting some authority.

A door was opened and Tywin turned to find the source. A man that he wasn’t familiar with, yet he donned a gold cloak. Apparently going to escort Lady Aemilia. Tywin’s gaze burned through the man, glancing between him and Aemilia. He had a hard time believing that this new man just happened to be in the other room and come out at that exact time. He had heard everything that went on.

“Hm,” he hummed, wanting them to know that he found this all incredibly suspicious. “Alright,” Tywin spoke, not that his consent was needed. He didn’t actually care what happened to Aemilia from this point on. She could always object if she didn’t know the man, but Tywin knew that they were acquainted.

But, Tywin spoke to the Lady one last time, “I apologize for Aerys’s actions. May your evening improve.” The most damage control that Tywin could think to do for the Lady. And with that, he turned on his heels. He wouldn’t return to the feast. He really did have better things he could be doing, and he was about sick of Aerys.

 

[Lucyfer]

Rhaegar Targaryen had not truly believed that Saige meant his brother any harm, and from the way Viserys’s cheeks deepened in a red hue, he knew that Saige was not lying. Viserys had let his lust for dragons and knowledge drive him, and of course Viserys didn’t think of the consequences. Why would he? He was sheltered, of course, but he was also the prince. Their father encouraged this behavior, while at the same time, punished it.

Horribly hypocritical.

Rhaegar started to shake his head a bit, “I did not think any of you meant any harm to my brother, nor do I blame any of you. You are not yet…used to how my father is, and even if you were, he can be unpredictable at times.” Rhaegar offered, “In the future, do not go off with Viserys alone, unless you have permission from any one of us,” he would include himself in that. “Viserys, you will remember to get this permission before running off with those not family, or Lady Hetherspoon or Selmy. Am I clear?”

“Yes, brother,” he murmured, and Rhaegar knew he wasn’t. He’d said such things before, and to no avail. It worked for a few days, and then Viserys was right back to his normal habits.

Rhaegar let out a long-suffering sigh, but then cleansed his expression of the irritation as the sound of music and laughter grew louder, apparently the party continuing well without them, even if Aerys was likely back by now. “I’m sorry for this,” he added, “My brother should know better,” Aemilia likely should, as well, and Rhaegar believed she did.

That worried him. Smart – but a worrisome smart, after he saw her action to actually touch his father, to draw the anger.

“Saige!” Elia’s voice, and she was quick to hurry over, worry alight in her eyes, Rhaegar smiled, weak, and offered an inclination of his head, “Thank you, Rhaegar.”

“You’re welcome, my lady." He noticed Oberyn had perked up not far and was escaping a conversation to join with Elia and Saige, "If you’ll excuse me and Viserys a moment…,” he needed to return his brother to Rhaella, and mention what happened, as well. She was going to need to speak to Aemilia. He liked her – even thought she may be good for his mother, but there were some things she needed to learn to keep herself safe.

~***~

Aemilia kept her face blank, but she knew Tywin saw through this. It was timing, and nothing more, but timing was enough. She could see the intensity of his glare in the darkness, and couldn’t help but think that he burned just the same as she did. No wonder then, that he couldn’t stand Roger.

Yet, he made no comment to the scene. A hum, and it was enough, his suspicion not hidden, just as his threats hadn’t been veiled. They played with open hands, and yet no weapons were revealed in them. No method known.

Not yet.

He left with parting words, an apology she hardly thought was sincere, though it brought a slight smile to her face as Pyke moved into the space and took her arm, intending to move her before any more harm could be done to the night, to her purpose there.

Aemilia didn’t quite move with the pull. The apology was false, and when he turned, she did feel the pull of old anger, old hatred, but not just that. ‘You’re not Tywin.’ He had almost seemed like what she heard at the feast, but there in the background with Aerys, losing his pull with the king he once knighted, he seemed…pitiful.

Pity was not what she wanted to feel for him, and a thoughtless comment parted her lips, thoughtless observation, “I never thought you’d be caged.” Aemilia barely realized she’d said the thought aloud, and Pyke pulled her into a stairwell as she realized it, and down a set of stairs to get her away, quicker, and twisted her through halls familiar enough to him, until they broke out onto the grass outside the Red Keep.

Then, and only then, as they walked the relatively empty grounds towards Maegor’s Holdfast, did he express his irritation, “What were you thinking?”

“I was thinking that Saige is Oberyn’s sister, and Oberyn is my friend, so I should keep her out of trouble.”

“You could have been killed.”

“I’m used to that. I’m still here.”

“You don’t understand!” He lowered his voice with the snap, “Here is different. Here, you can be killed, and there will be no consequences for anyone. You’re nothing here, and no one is going to do anything if you’re killed. Not even Tywin.” Insult to the West or not to senselessly kill a noblewoman.

“I noticed,” she said, queer fascination in her voice, “Caged, helpless, thin-skinned…he’s not what I expected.”

“Thin-skin…what did you do?”

“Nothing you want to know about.”

“I’m not paid enough for this.” He complained again. “I’m not paid enough for any of this.” They reached the holdfast and silenced themselves as he let her lead in.

‘Perhaps you could be.’

 

[KyloGlenn]

Rhaegar apologized for the situation, that his brother should have known better. But they all should have known better. Viserys should’ve known to tell his mother where he was going, Saige should have thought about that. Aemilia should’ve known better than to step in. More importantly, Aerys should have known better than to be such a cruel person.

Of course, Saige didn’t say as much. Not that she had the chance to. As soon as they stepped back into the feast atmosphere, Elia popped out of nowhere. She was worried, it was plain as day. Saige didn’t realize that her disappearance was such a big deal. Viserys’s maybe, but not hers. But then again, Elia was her sister. Saige wasn’t sure how everything had gone down when she was gone, but if there was commotion there was no doubt Elia’s mind would run rampant.

Rhaegar spoke, excusing himself and Viserys, but before either walked away Saige made sure to pipe up, “Thank you, Your Grace.” She echoed Elia’s words. If Rhaegar hadn’t shown up, Saige wasn’t sure how things would have gone. She didn’t want to think of it, really.

“Goodnight, Lady Saige,” Viserys spoke quietly, uncharacteristically. But he still spoke up to say goodnight. Or goodbye, who knows if Saige would ever be allowed around Viserys again.

“Goodnight, Prince Viserys.” Saige offered a smile to the suddenly shy boy, who stuck close to his older brother.

It wasn’t until the princes were out of earshot that Elia embraced her sister. “Where were you? Where’d you go?” She questioned.

Saige hugged her sister back, “I—“

It was then that Oberyn joined them. “Where were you?” He questioned as the sisters pulled away from each other.”

“Elia just asked that. I was just entertaining little Viserys.” Saige didn’t want to worry her siblings. “I don’t understand why it’s become such an event.” Maybe she should have told them. Explained the Aerys situation. Oberyn would likely have forced them all to go back home to Dorne. And maybe that would be the right move. Maybe she’d tell them later, but not that night.


Rhaella spotted her sons and the other Martell girl as soon as they came in. She’d been waiting anxiously from the moment she realized Viserys was out of sight. Even more so when Aerys left to go look for him. She didn’t think that Saige was out to harm her son, but she didn’t know what they could possibly be up to. And she was worried for the both of them when Aerys left.

Rhaella stood when Rhaegar and Viserys parted from the Martell sisters, not caring if it would upset Aerys for some reason. She helped herself off the dais and met her children halfway.

It was when Viserys spotted his mother that he parted from his brother and hurried straight into her, wrapping his arms around her legs. Rhaella easily lifted him into her arms. “You’re going straight to bed, my little love.” She told Viserys, scolding him, but gently. She looked to her oldest son. “What happened? Are you two alright?” All she knew was that Aerys came back, mumbling something about bastards and ungrateful sons.

Speaking of bastards. ‘Aemilia’s a Lady.’ But Aerys didn’t think of her as one.

“Have you seen Lady Aemilia?” She thought to ask, then growing worried over the redhead. Rhaella knew she disappeared, likely to look for Viserys. But she wasn’t back.

 

[Lucyfer]

Oberyn let his brows knit together, though his expression remained almost cheerful. “Oh, only showing a prince some entertainment?” Oberyn asked innocently, “Not such a big deal?” As if it wasn’t obvious to her why it wasn’t a big deal.

Elia pursed her lips together, “There was a search for Viserys,” she said, “Even Aerys left.” Aerys had returned first. She didn’t know if he had found them first, though. “Tywin Lannister, too, and Rhaegar.”

“And Aemi.” Oberyn recalled. He’d noted her missing when others may not have. “She remains absent, as does Tywin.” Which, Oberyn did not think was all that great, though he didn’t suspect anything would happen. Tywin threatened, of course, but it seemed like it’d be too obvious for anything to happen. Besides, all Aemilia had done was threaten, too. “Quite a fuss when you going off with a prince causes many nobles to vanish.”

Elia gave a nod, adding, “That’s why we were worried.” She glanced to see Aerys speaking with some man in white a distance away, no doubt trying to make sure this never happened again. Viserys was at least now in Rhaella’s arms, and Rhaegar was over talking to her.

“So,” Oberyn interrupted, “How were you entertaining the prince?” he figured he may as well ask that, doubting he’d get much more than that. He wasn’t having luck today in that area, not with Aemilia, and he wasn’t sure he’d have good luck in the public environment with getting information from his sister, either.


Not far away, Rhaegar let his brother go to their mother, offering him a subtle, sympathetic smile at the familiar chastising tone of their mother. Rhaegar gave a slight nod at the question of if he was all right, “I am fine, and so is Viserys. He went off with Lady Saige to look at a constellation,” Rhaegar explained. It was wholly innocent, but they didn’t have the luxury to enjoy such innocence.

“I wanted to see the ice dragon Lady Aemilia talked about,” he murmured softly, “that’s all.” He agreed. “Lady Aemilia’s hurt.”

Rhaegar did close his eyes a moment. He hated Viserys seeing such things, but he couldn’t contradict him. He didn’t really want to explain it, either. He opened his eyes and glanced back, glanced around the room, “I left her with Tywin,” he recalled. He didn’t see Lord Tywin there, either. “I presume they’re well. Perhaps he’s able to offer her some advice.” He’d been there long enough. Dealt with Aerys long enough, and Aemilia was one of his vassals.

Somehow, he doubted it, though. Rhaegar let out a sigh, and then gave his mother a smile, “You have a willful lady this time, mother. I don’t think you’ve ever had one like her before,” not that he knew. “I’m sure she’ll be back soon, and Lord Tywin.”

~***~

There was silence between them when the reached Maegar’s Holdfast. Silence in her room, just the movement of warming water in a kettle, preparing tea, and her applying some ointments, creams, and powders to her face to make it seem as if nothing happened. No blood. No threat of redness or a bruise.

Perfect.

“You’ve done that too much.” Pyke said as he brought the cup over to her, watching as she picked up something any sane person would have mistaken for perfume, or something that you didn’t put into.

It shouldn’t be put into tea, anyway. “Is that the one the maester told you to stop using?” He asked after the fourth and final drop.

“Mm.” Aemilia brought the concoction to her lips, drinking deep. Their words were few and veiled with the need to avoid any important subject, lest they be overheard. The tea was calming, part because it was tea, part because of the poison added to it that by necessity forced her to be calm. Essence of Nightshade. She was trying to build a tolerance to it, and had some success. She wasn’t knocked out after 3 drops. “I should be getting back.”

“Let me show you a way.” He offered, and the two left the room, but didn’t go out the front door first. Maegor’s Holdfast had only one passage, but Pyke knew it, and it went right outside the Red Keep. He led Aemilia to it first, pressing a stone in the wall to unlock it. It was small, and when his eyes lifted back up to Aemilia, she understood with a nod. “I still have a room. We still have a space.” He didn’t say where; they couldn’t talk here, and he was keenly aware of that, knew it when he decided to make the decision to rejoin the Gold Cloaks. Aemilia had given him enough to stay in an inn for a while, so he'd just make sure to keep that space open, and meet with her outside the Keep. It had been discussed before. “Everything is there.” The disguise to wear when outside, when she needed it.

“Thank you,” he was more clever then she gave him credit for, admittedly.

What bastard survived without a touch of cleverness? Especially a mercenary.

They took the turns then after the passage was closed, back to the front, and back to the Red Keep. Again, they did not go to the front doors, but Pyke would lead her back into the Red Keep another route, so she wouldn’t make an entrance by opening the large doors. She’d simply find her way back in, as if she never left, and Pyke would part from her side.

 

[KyloGlenn]

Saige shot her brother an annoyed look, knowing the tone and the false cheerful expression. He knew she wasn’t that oblivious to not understand what the big deal was. But other than the look, she didn’t crack. Elia seemed to accept Saige’s answer, went on to explain things Saige already knew. She knew Aerys left. And Tywin and Aemilia.

Saige spared a glance in the king’s direction as Elia did, only to feel herself burning up. She was still furious that the man had been so irrational, so cruel. She wasn’t nearly as blinded by anger as she had been when he’d hit Aemilia. Saige was a little surprised by herself that she’d thought to actually push Aerys Targaryen off a balcony. If it were anyone else, she probably would have.

But Aerys was the king.

Saige shook her head, her attention returning to her siblings. “Rhaegar found me and brought me back. I didn’t see Aerys or Tywin. I did see Aemilia in the halls though. I don’t know if she saw us.” Saige offered a tidbit on Aemilia for Oberyn’s sake, she supposed. If Aemilia later told Oberyn the truth of what happened, it would be up to the Lady Hetherspoon. But Saige didn’t want to alarm her siblings any further. “I didn’t mean to cause a fuss.”

Oberyn questioned how Saige entertained little Viserys. Saige shrugged, “Apparently Aemilia told him about the ice dragon constellation. He asked me to show him, so I did.” Which caused a commotion. “It made him so happy, it was adorable.” And then Aerys ruined it.

“You’re getting along with Viserys then?” Elia questioned, a slight smile on her face.

Saige nodded. “But enough of that. We should be having fun. Oberyn, I know you were engaged in a conversation. And Elia, your prince is back. Once he’s unoccupied, you should flirt a little,” Saige suggested, wanting to resume the calm. She’d obviously stirred those around her up. The least she could do was try to get everyone to relax again. Elia, Oberyn, and Rhaegar.

Rhaegar seemed too stressed…to melancholic for someone so young.


“Lady Aemilia’s hurt?” Rhaella let her upset be known in a hiss directed at no one in particular. Her eyes were locked on Rhaegar, expecting an explanation, only to receive none. It didn’t seem he wanted to explain it, anyway. Rhaella wouldn’t force it out of him, she’d just ask Aemilia herself when she saw her again. Rhaella would probably look for her after she put her son to bed.

“She’s much too willful.” Rhaella knew that. She knew that the moment she even met Aemilia. It worried her greatly. She’d get in a lot of trouble if she kept it up.

She picked Viserys up then as he spoke. “I’m sorry, Mom.” Viserys apologized, feeling guilty for Lady Aemi getting hurt. He buried his head into her shoulder. He felt safe there.

Rhaella shook her head. “It’s not your fault, my love.” She assured. It wasn’t Viserys’s fault, nor Saige’s. The two were just having some innocent fun. And it was absolutely by no means Aemilia’s fault. It was only Aerys’s malfunction. And Rhaella felt so horrible that Aemilia was hurt in her service. Aemilia hadn’t even been in King’s Landing a whole day. Rhaella didn’t want to send her home already.

Viserys yawned. “Alright, that’s enough excitement for one night.” Rhaella decided. The queen reached her hand out to touch her oldest son’s face, just for a moment. “Rhaegar, try to enjoy the rest of your night, please.” Whatever it would take for Rhaegar to relax for once. Rhaella felt so bad he had Aerys to deal with. That was her fault. Maybe if she had a bit more backbone when she and Aerys were growing up, in the early stages of their marriage. “I’ll be back.”

It was when Rhaella turned to make her way to the side to make her escape that she saw the doors to the hall opening and Aemilia slipping in. She didn’t look hurt, but Rhaella was going to investigate anyway. “Lady Aemilia!” Rhaella softly called for her as she neared, Viserys’s head quickly popping up. “What happened?” She immediately quizzed. “We need to talk.”

It was then that Rhaella noticed that Tywin was not with Aemi at all. “Did Lord Tywin not come back with you?”

 

[Lucyfer]

‘Perhaps Aemilia kept them from Aerys and Tywin, then.’ Oberyn imagined she could do so, but had she then run into them herself to do so? His arms folded over his chest as Elia seemed happier and more relieved. He wouldn’t crush that. Elia didn’t need to know that he saw through some of Saige’s story, even if he couldn’t place it well enough to know what she was hiding. It was always that way. Saige was an adept liar. They all were.

Well, maybe not Elia…but he and Saige were. Any bastard had to be, though, and Oberyn…well, Oberyn just got into trouble. Poison does that, though.

He noticed Aemilia return, along Pyke, and considered how he could question her before she split from Pyke, before Rhaella approached. ‘Pyke may be easier.’ He probably didn’t know the game that was being played as well as the one he was in service to, may not know which things to hide and which things to tell from a friend such as himself. ‘Though he’d probably just be more interesting to speak with.’ And he hadn’t determined if Pyke was completely straight yet, either.

Besides, Elia’s face was resuming that beautiful scarlet hue as Saige suggested she flirt a bit, and Oberyn had to laugh at it, “I—I, after this, I’m—”

“Oh, just go talk to him, Elia,” he laughed, patting her on the back, “I’ll go back to some conversation,” something more interesting than his previous one. “Stay out of trouble,” he gave a meaningful look to Saige first…before Elia, “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.” It was meant as a joke, since there were plenty of things he would do that Elia would never think of. It only deepened the scarlet as he shifted off to where Pyke was trying to vanish amongst other gold and armored folk.

“Ser Pyke!” He called out when he was close enough, the knight starting to speak with some other about the problems, an eye roll caught by Oberyn. Pyke glanced over.

“Prince Martell,” he greeted.

“I’d like to steal you away a moment,” he said, glancing at the other gold cloak, debating if he ought extend some false apology of sorts, before deciding he didn’t care as Pyke stepped away, and Oberyn then walked from the wall with Pyke.


Rhaegar, meanwhile, was glad to see that Aemilia had returned and seemed all right. He observed her a moment, and the guard with her. It was one he was unfamiliar with, and he split away soon enough. He barely thought of it; he wasn’t familiar with every guard, though his face rang familiar, as if he’d seen him otherwise clothed earlier that day. It didn’t even seem out of place for him at the woman’s side, either.

His mother, fortunately, saw her as well so he didn’t need to go unite them. Instead, he looked through the crowd once more and saw that Elia was where he’d parted from her, along Saige. Oberyn was moving away again, so he moved over to join the pair of women, offering a smile that leaned towards tired now. “My apologies on the sudden departure, Lady Saige, Princess Elia,” his own mental exhaustion slipped him back into almost overly formal in tone and words. It was easier to slip under that front.

Elia shook her head. This was hardly something he needed to apologize for. “No, it’s all right! You had to make sure Viserys was back with his mother…is he okay?” he had seemed so different when he returned.

“Yes,” Rhaegar answered, “He’s had an exciting enough night.” It was definitely time for him to go to bed.

There was a break then, a silence, and he noted the deepening of Elia’s cheeks in the few seconds where there was just a rest. He had no idea the earlier suggestions of Saige and Oberyn and how mind seemed at war with her throat. Rhaegar just sensed the silence wasn’t as comfortable or as nice as it could be. Should be, perhaps.


Aemilia was glad to see that Rhaella recognized her, and she had started to move the Queen’s way, as well. She inclined her head to her, gaze flickering down a moment. It was Rhaella she felt apologetic to, in truth, Rhaella she worried of disappointing, and Rhaella she wanted to protect from the first meeting. Sure, she was using Rhaella, but that didn’t mean she disliked her.

She gave Viserys a smile as she lifted her gaze back up, noting how he’d popped to attention. Questions came from Rhaella, and it was the last that she answered first, “No, Lord Tywin and I went separate directions. I presumed he had returned. I apologize, I do not know where my lord has gone.” She had to resist the urge to brush her hand by her cheek, push back stray hairs that weren’t there.

It was only Rhaella’s critical gaze on her face then that caused her to realize Rhaella likely saw the changes. Subtle, and nearly perfect, a woman accustomed to hiding such marks herself would still know. Aemilia clasped her hands behind her back to make sure she gave up nothing. She wasn’t intending to lie to Rhaella, it was only the scene that gave her pause. “I see,” Rhaella accepted it, though she did not like that Tywin hadn’t returned, nor remained with Aemilia, “He may have retired to the Tower of the Hand. Festivities do not tend to appeal to him any longer.” Rhaella indicated, glancing over the crowd again once more and not spotting the head of blonde hair. She contemplated going to the Tower of the Hand to make sure, it would be on the way, but spoke first to Aemilia again, “Walk with me. Viserys needs to be taken to bed.”

He didn’t even protest with not being tired.

Aemilia consented, and kept to her side. It was when they broke from the crowd that Rhaella asked again, “What happened, Lady Aemilia?”

Aemilia sighed then, and Rhaella was pleased with the sound, already knowing that would mean she was finally going to get the story from someone. “When I learned that Viserys had vanished, I went to find him. I found him with Lady Saige, and they were just looking out at the stars. I wanted to take them back before there was a fuss or they were…caught.” Obviously, that did not happen. “His Grace found us, and he was upset by the scene with Saige. She knew no better,” Aemilia shook her head, the hint that Aemilia had been very aware of what she chose to do implicit in her tone. “I only made sure that the fault was mine – it should be my place to make sure Viserys is safe, as well as yourself.” As well as Saige and anyone tied to Oberyn.

She had to squeeze her hand tighter to avoid the act of brushing the wounded cheek. “I apologize for allowing Viserys to witness any act of violence, your grace.” For that, she was sorry, but she wasn’t about to let it happen to Saige. “Lord Tywin and Prince Rhaegar did show up, and the scene dispersed itself with your eldest taking Lady Saige and Prince Viserys to you, I presume. Lord Tywin apologized for His Grace, and we parted ways.”

That should tell her what occurred, “I only went to my room for a moment. I should have returned immediately and not worried you…I’m all right now.” A bit drugged, she realized, but all right. This was precisely why the maester told her not to play with Essence of Nightshade. She was starting to feel tired. She was starting to feel more thoughtful. The latter might be useful. She was certainly staying calm now, not feeling any anger towards the situation bubble up again. Essence of Nightshade was useful in those small doses. ‘Assuming this is small….’ Hard to tell anymore. The lines had started to blur when three drops no longer put her to sleep.

 

[KyloGlenn]

“I was wondering what Aemilia had gotten up to amidst the Viserys drama,” Oberyn dove right into it. “My sister mentioned only returning with the princes, but I find it hard to believe she wouldn’t have run into Aerys or Tywin beforehand. Unless, of course, Aemilia had something to do with it.” Oberyn didn’t go into full detail about what his sister said, or suggested that she lied about anything at all.

He didn’t want Pyke to think there was something that needed to be lied about.

“The king returned before anyone else, and the Lord Hand hasn’t even returned yet,” Oberyn did wonder where Tywin went, but he knew Tywin wasn’t that in to festivities. Likely not after their earlier exchange of words. Which further made Oberyn curious as to what might have happened. “I’d have asked Aemilia herself, but she seems a bit occupied with the Queen.” Not to mention, Oberyn wasn’t having much luck getting any truth out of women that day. Hopefully, a man would be better.

Or at the very least, Oberyn would be humored. Entertained. Pyke had certainly proved to be more exciting than the nobles around in such a short time.

Though, the Dornishman did decide that investigating Pyke’s sexuality would come secondary in importance, as curious as Oberyn was. It would certainly be a shame for a man as pleasing to the eye as Ser Pyke to be only interested in women.



Saige rolled her eyes at her brother’s words of telling her to stay out of trouble. She didn’t need to be told. She felt she’d caused enough trouble tonight. Well, she wouldn’t seek out any trouble. But trouble just seemed to find her quite often.

Rhaegar returned to them, apologizing for parting from them briefly. Saige noticed the shift back into formality. She noticed the exhaustion the now possessed Rhaegar and again she felt guilt for the Viserys situation. She really didn’t mean to cause a fuss.

Elia assured Rhaegar that everything was alright and silence quickly fell upon them. It wasn’t exactly awkward but it wasn’t pleasant either. Saige’s plan originally was to slip away once Rhaegar and Elia engaged in conversation, find someone of her own to spend the rest of the night with. But she needed to nudge Elia a bit, it seemed. Get the two to relax together. She couldn’t just leave her sister in the awkward silence.

Most of Saige’s ideas on how to ‘relax together’ consisted of things Elia would never do. Not sober, anyway. So that gave Saige an idea.

“I think we could all use a little drink, no? The night’s been a bit more stressful than it should have been, but it’s still early.” Saige broke the silence then. “If you two would follow me,” Saige grabbed her sister’s wrist, and her tone didn’t particularly suggest that it was an option. She pulled her sister along to a table that had been shoved to the side, to make room for dancing. It was away from Aerys, at least, who now sat alone at the High Table.

Saige grabbed the pitcher of wine and three abandoned cups, filling them up beyond what was proper. She handed two off to Elia and Rhaegar before grabbing the third for herself. “This night is supposed to be about you two and getting to know one another. There’s no better way to get to know each other than while you’re drunk.” And unfiltered. And it didn't require much effort.

-

“You needed a moment for yourself, it's understandable.” The Queen dismissed with a wave of her hand. Rhaella sighed. “This was not your fault. This was no one’s fault.” Rhaella assured. Saige had no ill intentions. Aemilia hadn’t even been involved in the first place, yet she stepped in and took the blame. And it was not Aemilia’s fault that Viserys witnessed such violence. That was Aerys’s fault. He was the one who harmed Aemilia, not the other way around.

“I’m incredibly grateful that you’ve gone to such an extent to protect Viserys and Elia’s sister. And I’m so sorry for Aerys.” Rhaella wished she could do more than apologize for Aerys’s abusive behavior, but she couldn’t. Even if there was some action she could take against the king, she’d be too scared to. There was a lot that Rhaella avoided out of fear, which she cursed herself for.

Rhaella shook her head. “You’re very different from other handmaiden’s I’ve had before. You’re certainly more strong-willed,” her previous handmaiden’s, while kind, were much like Rhaella herself. “It’s a refreshing quality, but it admittedly worries me. And as much as I appreciate you looking after my son, I must advise you to be careful. I’m sure you’ve dealt with much during your life,” as a bastard, “that you’ve managed to power through, but…King’s Landing is not a safe place. Especially not for you.” A courageous bastard.

“I’d rather not have to send you away. Or worse.” See her get hurt to a more extreme extent.

In the time they’d talked, they’d managed to find themselves crossing the drawbridge, Rhaella thoughtlessly finding her way to Viserys’s room. She decided she would visit the Tower of the Hand to speak with Tywin, but she’d put Viserys to bed first. She wouldn’t make him endure that, or need to be awake any longer. As they were walking, Viserys’s eyes had followed Aemilia, but he was taking nice long blinks.

Once they reached his room, Rhaella sat him on the bed and went to get his bedclothes. Viserys was already happily, but sleepily, kicking his shoes off. Untying and unbuttoning what he could manage of his clothes before Rhaella came and assisted him.

Once Viserys was dressed for bed, she pulled back the blankets for him. They were thin, to accommodate the hot weather. Though, it did cool down to a decent temperature at night. “Goodnight, my love.” Rhaella had lowered her voice to a whisper, leaning down to kiss Viserys’s cheek. “Sleep well. You know where I am if you need me.” In case he became scared during the night. Rhaella didn’t share a room with Aerys anymore, thankfully, so it was okay for Viserys to come seek her if he needed.

“Goodnight, momma. I love you.” Viserys mumbled, his lavender eyes struggling to stay open. “Goodnight, Lady Aemilia. I’m sorry you got hurt.”

 

[Lucyfer]

Pyke snorted at the mention of Aemilia and Viserys drama. “Didn’t run into them? The king caught her red-handed with Viserys and started accusing her of wanting to harm him, or something. Aemilia got in the way,” Pyke agreed, “Only so far as making sure your sister didn’t get hurt, and getting Tywin to apologize for Aerys.” Pyke saw no reason to lie about any of it, if only because he didn’t think Aemilia would be lying about it.

Nothing wrong had happened. “When she realized Viserys was missing she tried to go find him, and I helped her pick her way through the castle,” he offered, “She wanted to get them back here before the His Grace found them, but it didn’t work that way. I don’t know where the Lord Hand went,” he added, “we parted ways, so Aemilia could put her face back on.”

It dawned on Pyke then that, perhaps, he should have lied. Saige did, didn’t she? “It wasn’t anything too bad. Nothing unusual.” ‘For us.’ Implied. “I’m sure Aemilia will keep Saige out of trouble as best she can. She’s not going to be too difficult, is she? She has a kid and a Queen to look after.”

‘And a Hand to murder, and maybe a King at this rate….’


Rhaegar had to follow after the Dornish women as Saige pulled Elia after her, speaking of drinks and stress. Rhaegar could agree with the sentiment, but he didn’t want to lose his senses right then, lest he earn the ire of his father. Usually, his father avoided confrontations with him, or at least kept them minimal, but he could imagine it if Rhaegar lost some of his senses. With his father already worked up, and now his mother vanishing with Aemilia…it was too easy to imagine.

“That’s more than…,” Rhaegar didn’t get a say in how much his glass was filled. He sighed, and a wry smile cut across his lips as he accepted the overfull cup, “Thank you, Lady Saige,” he said, and brought it to his lips. He’d just sip. Drink slow. If Saige was going to be that generous with the wine, finishing a cup too fast would be dangerous.

He was glad with how well she seemed to be shaking things off, though. He saw Elia nurse her wine glass, bringing it close, but not taking a drink of it just then. “I appreciate the thought, Lady Saige, but this isn’t quite the…environment to get drunk in. I do have a reputation, and it seems your sister is a bit uncomfortable with the prospect.” Rhaegar noted.

Elia gave a couple of quick nods of her head, agreeing. “It’s too tense here….” She pointed out to her sister, before murmuring, “maybe another night,” not thinking of just leaving the area after all the chaos that had happened.

Rhaegar did chuckle slightly, “Well, at least we have learned we can agree on this.” He smiled to Elia, and she returned it easily, though the pinkness remained at her cheeks. It seemed almost as if she’d been in a constant, flushed state.

~***~

‘This was Aerys’s fault.’ Of course, Aemilia knew better than to say that. Or she did while the poison coursed through her veins and made her want to yawn instead of opening her mouth to venomous or dangerous words, and so she did yawn, a smile touching her lips at the Queen’s easy dismissal of her fault and gratitude.

“I never thought King’s Landing was safe, my queen,” Aemilia answered her words, “It is the most dangerous place for me,” though not for the reasons Rhaella would ever guess, “but I will do my utmost to learn quickly, I just need some time to adjust.” She promised, knowing that time would help a bit, but she would still end up in trouble.

It was her way.

And she felt Viserys’s eyes on her, and gave him a smile as his eyes blinked slow, “And time to get to know the little dragon.” She liked him. Perhaps only because she liked the bold, but she liked him, hoped he would never end up as his father. They came to his room, and Aemilia hung back, not interfering with Rhaella, and pleased that she took so much into her own hands when it came to her own child. Aemilia considered going to assist, but she was not called upon, and would not get between a mother and child.

Still, she felt useless hanging back, and didn’t enjoy that at all. When Viserys was finally tucked in, and he and Rhaella had spoken, it seemed he also had words for her. She paused a moment, thoughts still not coming as quick as before, and then said, “Thank you, your grace, for your care. Good night,” though Viserys shouldn’t apologize, she didn’t want to send the wrong message, either. Instead, she hoped that encouraging his concern was the way to go – before she would walk alongside Queen Rhaella again, sifling a yawn as best she could.

“I will not keep you up much longer,” Rhaella said, noticing it all the same, “You must be tired from your journey here.”

Aemilia started to shake her head, then sighed and gave a nod. Better than the truth. “Yes,” she added verbally. “Are we going back to the party?”

“First, I wish to see the Lord Hand. He must have already retired to the Tower,” Rhaella said as they stepped back out into the moonlight, and she lifted her skirts to cross the yard towards that tower.

‘Oh.’ Somehow, she’d never considered Rhaella would go see Tywin on her own. ‘It isn’t her own, you’re there.’ Right. Not as scandalous then. Wouldn’t take much to turn it… ‘You are not getting Rhaella in trouble in your mad schemes.’ She chided her own mind as Rhaella reached the guard at the Tower’s entrance, and Aemilia idly wondered what passages could bring her into the Tower of the Hand, besides the front door.

 

[KyloGlenn]

“Hm. Is that so?” Oberyn’s tone lost some peppiness to it as Pyke told him a version of the story that was much different to what his sister told him. Pyke insisted nothing too bad happened, apparently nothing unusual. But if that was the case, why did Saige feel the need to lie? Something that would upset him or Elia in some way must have happened, otherwise, Saige would have told the truth.

And Oberyn needed to take into account what exactly wasn’t unusual to Pyke or Aemilia.

Oberyn would need to talk to Aemilia, later. Thank her, something along those lines. And find out the details that Saige and perhaps Pyke hadn’t yet mentioned. For example, why exactly Aemilia needed to ‘put her face back on’.

“I greatly appreciate Aemilia’s effort to keep my sister out of trouble.” So soon, too. But he truly did appreciate it. He was only around for a few days before he’d return to Dorne. To say he was worried about both his sisters was certainly an understatement.

Pyke asked if Saige would be difficult. The Cornishman wished he could answer that, but in truth, he wasn’t sure about Saige. He loved his sister, but she really was his sister. Much like him in the way that they seemed to find trouble. She and him could tend to be hot-headed. And trouble seemed to cling to Saige. “My sister will be fine. Once she adjusts, which shouldn’t take long.” Saige did seem to find it easy to feel at home in strange places quickly. Or make things feel like home. “She’ll be able to take care of herself.” That was true, at least.

He hoped.


Saige looked between her sister—who she began to regret putting blush on, she was producing her own flush well enough—and the prince, a slight smirk on her face. “The two of you, so prim. The Seven Kingdoms are going to love you two.” Saige teased. The realm was going to be absolutely thrilled when Rhaegar became king, which Saige hoped would be soon after what happened with Aerys. They’d love such a clean, reliable couple. Both concerned with appearances and such.

“Fine, don’t get so drunk you don’t remember the night. Maybe only enough to loosen up. So when you get to know each other you don’t think about what you say.” That was pointed at Elia, mostly. Elia was so concerned about saying the right things and not saying the wrong. Much too focused on saying what she thinks would make Rhaegar like her. See her as a good fit. Saige was nearly certain that Elia was already falling in love with Rhaegar. Well, more like taking a great liking.

“But drink! No one here is paying attention to you, not really.” She wasn’t sure if there was a single sober person in the room, apart from the guards. And they had no choice but to judge their prince silently, now did they? “Dance. Find a quiet corner and talk.” Usually, Saige would suggest they’d go and find a private room where no one would know what they did or didn’t do, but after what happened with Viserys, she didn’t even think of suggesting such a thing. “Or do whatever it is you two would find fun.” Singing children’s songs or something, she didn’t know.

“It’s been a bit of an intense night, but everyone else is having fun. You two should have some fun as well.” They deserved it and Saige didn’t want to feel guilty for depriving them of it.

“Just as I’m going to do.” She’d probably drink more. Likely not get drunk until she went back to her room. Unless she brought someone to bed with her. ‘I probably shouldn’t do that now.’ Not on her first night there, not when Elia would likely need her. Not to mention, her room was next to Elia’s. Across from the Prince’s room. She’d already made quite the impression of herself, she didn’t need to make it worse.

They thought of intimacy much differently here.

Meanwhile, Elia briefly panicked. Saige had so far been around for the majority of Elia and Rhaegar’s conversations. She only wasn’t around when they were dancing and they hadn’t even talked. So far, Saige had acted as a security blanket.

-

“It will only take a moment,” Rhaella assured. “And then you may be dismissed from your duties, to sleep, if you wish.” She offered. She had definitely taken notice of Aemilia’s yawns, her sleepy mannerisms. What happened with Aerys must have taken quite the toll on Aemilia, which made Rhaella greatly apologetic. Of course, Rhaella didn’t know what really made Aemilia tired.

Rhaella would likely return to the party afterward. She had to until Aerys decided she was done. She’d probably get in trouble with him for leaving like she did with Aerys and Aemilia, but she’d deal with that later. Or rather, she’d be dealt with later.

The trek across the yard was short and pleasant. The weather had certainly cooled off after the sun had gone down, and a gentle breeze assisted in cooling the air down, likely produced by the sea not far from them. Their way was lit by the moon until they were shadowed by the tower.

The real journey would be up the stairs within the Tower of the Hand. Rhaella truly wondered how Tywin managed to go up and down them multiple times every day. If Rhaella were in his position, she’d have requested her quarters and such be relocated by now. But Rhaella only had to walk up them a few times. Then being one of them. She gripped her skirts, lifting them as she began to make her way up the steps. Of course, she didn’t rush as she might have when she was alone, keeping a pace for Aemilia to easily maintain along with her.

By the time they’d reached their destination, Rhaella’s legs were burning. Tired. That was indeed too many stairs.

Rhaella assumed Tywin would be in his office at this time of night. She knew he was often up later. And somehow, up incredibly early. Rhaella assumed correctly, as when they arrived the door was already open. Tywin inside, along with his daughter.

Cersei should have been in bed by then. Tywin hadn’t allowed her to attend the feast for he knew she’d only sit around being bitter, likely make some unsavory comments. And usually he wouldn’t care, but under the circumstances, he did not want to deal with it. But somehow she’d managed not to sleep, and somehow discovered that there had been a ruckus about Viserys and demanded to know what happened.

And of course, complained about not being allowed to attend.

On one hand, Tywin was pleased Cersei was good at keeping herself informed on things, but on the other was incredibly frustrated that she was good at keeping herself informed.

The two blondes noticed the arrival of the Queen and her handmaiden at the same. “My Queen,” Tywin greeted her, “Lady Aemilia.” Her too. Tywin glanced back to his daughter, “Return to your room. It’s late.” His tone suggested that he was done with the conversation, and Cersei knew she would not get anything else out of her father.

“Yes, father.” She complied in a mumble before she turned and stalked for the door. Of course, she paused long enough to be respectful to Rhaella. “Goodnight, Queen Rhaella.” She did a small curtsy, to which Rhaella offered a smile and a good night of her own. As the Lady of House Lannister passed Aemilia, the redheaded woman was given a once over. Cersei gave her a bored look, much like her father’s, that clearly suggested she was better than Aemilia.

Even if she didn’t know her at all yet. She knew that Aemilia Hetherspoon, a bastard, was Rhaella’s new handmaiden and she knew the Hetherspoons were a vassal house. So, she was automatically superior. Right?

“Excuse me, Your Grace. Sit, if you’d like.” Tywin’s tone wasn’t kind, but it wasn’t disrespectful. Monotonous. Tywin wasn’t bothered much by Rhaella. Aemilia, on the other hand…but he wouldn’t be obviously disgusted in front of Rhaella. “I assume you’re here in relation to what’s happened with Prince Viserys?” He questioned as he moved around his desk. A glance was shot to Aemilia, and it was then that he noticed her injury had been completely covered.

 

[Lucyfer]

Ser Pyke gave a nod as Oberyn’s tone lost its peppiness. That was not unexpected, after all, it wasn’t a good situation. People got hurt. Crazy, stupid people, got hurt, and Pyke was going to have to deal with that situation when Aemilia finally figured out how to navigate the Red Keep and created a plan. He hoped she reconsidered anything against Aerys, though. Tywin was bad enough. ‘Though people would actually miss Tywin.’

“Yeah, well,” Pyke found it a bit awkward to hear the words of gratitude meant for Aemilia, “She likes you, apparently too much for sanity. Hopefully you won’t forget that if she has to come to Dorne.” She could live as a Sand. She’d been a bastard before, she could feign being another bastard in another land, if this all fell to pieces.

Pyke was just going back to Essos if it all went to hell.

When he answered about Saige, Pyke sighed. Oberyn didn’t need to say it – it was in the way he said she would ‘take care’ of herself. “Uh huh. Well, we’ll keep an eye on her, Oberyn and make sure if she ever stumbles into something she can’t take care of…it’ll get taken care of.” He glanced back towards Elia and Saige, Rhaegar, “At least he’s not bad. He wasn’t when I was here years ago, and he isn’t now.” Not mad. The gods were kind with him. “He’ll be a good king…a good husband to Elia.”

Saige was the one on her own.

The bastard crew. The thought suddenly made him smile as he realized all the troublemakers in the Keep were bastards, or former bastards. “You know, I think Saige is going to get along just fine, after all.” He didn’t state the train of thought that suddenly led to it, but his smile couldn’t be questioned. Bastards had their ways, especially united bastards.


Saige was certainly a character – easily smoothing the conversation and her words out. She wanted them to drink still, but wasn’t denying them their appearances. ‘I hope the Seven Kingdoms will….’ Rhaegar was glad to hear that he was at least making such a good impression, even if he wasn’t adhering to what Saige wanted of him right then. “I am drinking. Slowly.” Rhaegar protested Saige’s enthusiasm for it, “You know how many ears and eyes are in this castle?”

No, she probably did not. Even if the crowd was not focused on them, he knew there were others. His father may have killed their last Whisperer, but that didn’t mean the spies were gone. It didn’t mean they weren’t reporting to someone. Tywin likely held the majority right now, but others would, as well. No one ever had full control.

“Saige and I can go get some more drinks – we can try her idea, maybe. Even if there are eyes and ears, we won’t…we seem, you seem, quite lucid.” Elia wrapped her fingers over Saige’s upper arm, pulling herself closer to her, in the moment of panic. She really didn’t want Saige to go, though she knew she needed to. A moment with just her might help, getting drinks, getting…ideas. Or something.

Elia knew she couldn’t rely on Saige forever, but she was afraid of being with Rhaegar, drunk. What if he became a different person drunk? What if she was really, terribly different – and he no longer liked her? She didn’t want to get that drunk, but it was certainly a possibility.

Rhaegar didn’t argue, “I should be done with this glass when you return,” he expected Elia wanted a moment more with Saige, that was easy to hear in her tone.

‘Saige is rather more interesting….’ Again, he chastised himself. It was only because he felt he knew so little of Elia compared to Saige, or that Saige just seemed to…do more. Elia may be just as enthralling if she would open up a bit more. This alcohol idea just may help with that, for both of them. If he could perhaps think of Elia a little more like Saige, not worry so much about who he was supposed to be for her…’But you can’t.’

~***~

Aemilia couldn’t help but offer Rhaella kind a smile, before she shook her head a bit, “I will stay near, my queen,” a soft promise, but a promise all the same. She could fight through this. She had to, and then take note that 5 drops was likely the new point to work on surpassing in her trials with the damnable poison. At least she was relaxed.

The Tower loomed over all, and Aemilia was not looking forward to the stairs. ‘Dresses….’ It would hardly be appropriate to dress in anything else here, though. Still, she missed her sailing clothes right then, the slacks and tunics. She wasn’t unused to physical activity, but holding up the skirts was annoying. She was not nearly as winded as Rhaella – though her breath was still coming in more ragged – when they reached the top, at least, and she put a hand briefly on the Queen’s back to steady her, before she walked on ahead to Tywin’s room.

Aemilia stepped in behind Rhaella, and noted Cersei Lannister. Melara’s words came flooding back, the descriptions – how she’d admired Cersei, and pitied her, at once. Cersei was always looking for Tywin’s approval, always trying to be more and never was enough. Aemilia could see it, Melara’s words matching themselves up in the exchanged look. It was just like Tywin’s own, only Aemilia had no hostility towards Cersei. Her smile was akin to the one given to Viserys in turn, when she’d bid him goodnight, but she did not speak to Cersei.

“Thank you, Lord Tywin,” Rhaella said as she moved to take the seat that was offered, glad to have it after so many stairs. She didn’t speak to complain of it, of course, only took her seat and smoothed her skirt as she let out a deep breath, only to take an easier one. “And yes, I am here in regards to that situation.”

Aemilia didn’t sit, but remained standing near Rhaella. Tywin’s glance was noticed, where it fell, what he understood. She offered no comment – none was made to her, and there was no point acknowledging it aloud. ‘Great, now he knows how well you can hide some things.’ Really though, could it not be a common enough skill for women? For a bastard?

She averted her gaze, down to Rhaella, when the woman briefly looked up at her, perhaps to offer the chair besides her. A flash of a smile, ‘Go on.’ She was fine, she wanted to stand. Irksome habit, irksome pride. Petty not to sit when Tywin wasn’t sitting, but even tired, this pride held.

“I wanted to thank you, first and foremost, for your intervention in the situation with my son. I have heard one story of it,” obviously from Aemilia. She heard a bit from Rhaegar, too, but she wouldn’t call his a complete story. She knew two things: Aemilia stepped in to help Saige, and Tywin stepped into keep her husband sane, as usual. “You do much for us, and I know you do not receive the full appreciation that you deserve, Lord Tywin.” And as ever he’d usually deny needing or deserving any, his stoicism about his job admirable, but ridiculous, at the same time.

Tywin did more than any Hand should ever need to do. “I did wish to make sure that you had returned here safely as you did not return to the party, as well, and to learn about the situation from you, as well. My son…,”

‘Was in danger.’ It was a thought she hated, because she was not thinking of Saige when it came to mind. She was thinking of Aerys.

“Well, you know how it is to worry about children,” she squeezed her hands together in her lap, and was momentarily comforted when she felt Aemilia’s hand fall on her shoulder. She glanced at it briefly, before looking back up at Tywin. “I apologize for troubling you with a mother’s worry, but I need to know the situation from your perspective, as well.” And she trusted him to say if Viserys had been in any danger from his father.

She trusted Aemilia’s report, but she also knew Tywin had been here long enough to catch the nuances of every situation.

 

[KyloGlenn]

Oberyn would not forget Aemilia should she one day need to retreat to Dorne. She was his friend, a friend who protected his dear sister. From the king. Among countless other things she’s done. And her simply being a good friend. Oberyn wouldn’t forget that. And even though there were plenty of ‘friends’ Oberyn wouldn’t bother sticking his neck out for, Aemilia was not one of them.

Oberyn looked back to the trio, his sisters and Rhaegar when Pyke did. Oberyn could only guess what they were up to, but Oberyn had a suspicion that it was something along the lines of Saige trying to loosen the other two up. Lighten the air.

Pyke said Rhaegar was good. He’d be a good king, good husband. Oberyn couldn’t care less if Rhaegar ended up being a good king, as long as his sister was treated well. But, from what Oberyn had seen, Pyke’s words were true. Rhaegar didn’t seem like a bad person, nothing like his father. But Oberyn would make a final judgment over the course of his time there. He’d ask Saige what she thought. “I hope so.”

But Oberyn wasn’t so much worried about Elia. He was worried about her kindness and overall trusting nature being taken advantage of. Her not being treated the way she should. But she was a noblewoman and she was marrying the Prince. Saige was something else. She could fight, she could lie, but the only reason she knew how to do any of that was because she put herself in situations she needed to.

Oberyn was worried she’d put herself in a situation she wouldn’t know how to handle.

And then all of a sudden Pyke decided Saige would be fine. Oberyn’s brows furrowed. “Was that supposed to make me feel better?” Because it didn’t. In fact, it made him nervous. The sudden shift in opinion.



Saige had no doubt that there were eyes and ears in the Keep. Maybe she didn’t know how many, but she knew lives were never truly private. That was just the world they lived in, but, “A young prince drinks at his own feast while talking to his future wife. How scandalous.” Saige teased the two. Elia gripped her arm then, talking about getting more drinks. “But there’s still wine in the—“ She began, her sister pulling her away rather abruptly interrupting her words.

“We’ll be right back!” Elia assured Rhaegar as she pulled her sister away. She didn’t have any aim. Just supposed she needed to find some alcohol.

“What’s wrong, Elia?” Saige questioned.

“You can’t leave me alone with him.” Elia said in her nervousness. “I mean, you can. But I’m worried.”

“About?” Saige urged on, willing to let her sister let out what she needed to.

“What if…what if he’s different when he drinks? What if he’s mean? What if I’m different? I want him to like me, so bad. What if I mess it up?” Elia ranted to her sister, quietly as they moved through the crowd to find another table, hopefully, one that had something to drink on it.

Saige stopped them then, turning to face her sister. She grabbed onto Elia’s upper arms, holding her in place while she talked. “Elia, I wouldn’t be encouraging this if I thought Rhaegar would become something bad.” After all the people Saige has seen go from sober to drunk, she felt she had a decent idea of when there was a chance of someone being a mean, violent drunk. “And if I’m wrong, I’m not letting you out of my sight. And Oberyn is here as well, over there…” Saige looked around to spot the viper. “Flirting with that man from earlier.” Or something.

Saige shook her head. “And I’ve seen you drunk. You’re still you. You’re funny and kind and if Rhaegar doesn’t find you charming then he’s an idiot.” She stated, unconcerned about calling the Prince an idiot outlaid.

-

Tywin couldn’t help but keep his gaze on Aemilia for a while longer. He was conscious not to glare, lest Rhaella suspect something. Perhaps she’d be too tired, too stressed to notice. But Tywin couldn’t help but wonder who in the hell this woman was. He had a hard time believing she was a Hetherspoon. Or raised by one. Of course, she was. But she seemed to inherit no qualities from her father.

She didn’t sit. He hadn’t offered her a seat. But he’d expected her to take one. Perhaps he was reading much too into it, but he couldn’t help but think it was a slight.

Tywin’s interest had been piqued. He certainly wanted to keep an eye on her.

He let his eyes move back to the queen as she spoke. And she was right in her assumptions that he’d deny the praise. “I appreciate the sentiment, Your Grace, but I don’t do this to receive praise.” Maybe not praise, but he did do it for possibly much more selfish reasons. Self-serving reasons. “I hardly deserve gratitude for doing my job.” He dismissed.

“Thank you for your concern and there’s no need to apologize.” Tywin did have two children of his own that he did worry about. Just the two. Tywin didn’t sit, but leaned against the edge of his desk as he spoke. “I don’t know completely what happened before I arrived.” That was true, but his ideas were pretty close to what had actually happened. “However, I do believe that harm would have come to your son.” Tywin confirmed. He wasn’t going to lie for the sake of her feelings.

Best she know the truth.

“I also believe that if Lady Hetherspoon hadn’t arrived before Rhaegar and myself, the situation would’ve gone much worse than it did.” Viserys hurt, the Martell bastard irrationally sentenced to death. As much as it pained Tywin to praise the former bastard, he saw no point in dismissing her. Or even lying about her involvement. What would he gain from that? Nothing.

 

[Lucyfer]

The Bastard of the Iron Isles could only nod at Oberyn’s hope. It was all they could do. Rhaegar had never shown Pyke a side of himself that was detestable, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t there. People could act in many ways contrary to who they were in private, he knew that well enough – he was dealing with Westerners often enough to know that. Their nobility was made up of liars and thieves, every single one of them, beginning with ‘Lann the Clever’. ‘I’m not being paid enough.’ This was going to be his mantra for a while.

And yet he still wasn’t running away. He wondered if he was more mad than the woman he served, briefly, before determining that wasn’t possible. Oberyn’s question drew his eyes to him once again, the smile remaining curved on his lips as he saw the Dornishman’s disapproval. “Yes.” He stated, but added, “You may not understand, being nobility and all,” he spoke in a playfully dismissive way, one he’d used with Aemilia when she tried to remind him of her status.

To remind her of who she was. What she was. “but bastards have no family but each other, and from that, we’ve all learned to be adaptable.” Blend in with the normal smallfolk, or walk among the nobility. They belonged nowhere, “Isn’t there a saying about Sands in your home? I think I’ve heard it….” Didn’t quite know how it went, but it was about the numerous and large family. “Look, I just want to say, that I think Saige is going to find a good support group here, and she’ll adapt well. Aemilia’s learned to walk with nobles and smallfolk – Saige is going to be fine here. She has us.”

And King’s Landing was going to be interesting with the three of them. Pyke could feel it. “And so does Elia, of course, but Elia doesn’t have that bastard title over her head. She’s not really going to have as much problems as that title invites in a place like this.”


Elia did allow a nervous titter to escape her as Saige easily called the Prince an idiot, feeling herself warm a bit with hope. “Okay…okay,” she tried to calm herself a bit, to accept Saige’s judgment of Rhaegar. He wouldn’t be mean. If he was mean, Saige was going to stay near, and she would help. Oberyn would help. She did glance over at who he was with, noting, “I don’t think they’re flirting,” if only because Oberyn’s expression looked a bit sour.

That didn’t cheer her any. She felt some of her confidence slip again, wondering what Oberyn was annoyed with, before she realized they had stopped walking and she should actually get more wine, or look purposeful. She moved a bit to add more wine to her own glass, even though she didn’t need it. She topped it off, and sipped more – quickly. “Please don’t let me go anywhere out of sigh then, okay?” She pleaded. Her sister may be inclined to let her, but she wasn’t so comfortable with Rhaegar yet. “I wouldn’t…maybe it isn’t so scandalous but we are not yet married and….”

And she was still worried.

If she and Rhaegar did have relations prior to marriage, it could still be a scandal, and his father was a loose cannon. She could somehow imagine him calling it all off beause suddenly she was a ‘loose whore’ unworthy of his son.

Aerys scared her more than Rhaegar.

She took a steadying breath, “Let’s go back to him. Thank you,” perhaps just a moment to restore her confidence and assure herself that Saige was still going to be paying attention, in a way, was all she needed.

~***~

People had told her that her own eyes could burn like wildfire, but Aemilia knew she had the same lion eyes as the Lannisters, and it certainly burnt to be on the receiving end. Scrutiny was different from a glare. A glare was easier to endure and throw back or smirk at, but this was not, and Aemilia had become conscious of it, and very aware of where she kept her own gaze. She was overthinking. She knew it, but couldn’t stop it, her mind lost in its loops, the drug spiraling it into paranoid hell as she made sure not to look up and meet Tywin’s eye just then.

She acknowledged his position out of the corner of her own eye, noting when he leaned on the desk, rather than sit. ‘He knows.’ Not what she was, but what she was doing. Of course he did.

In spite of it all, a small part of her – okay, not small – was happy. It took little to get his attention, which meant it could be easier to get moments around him if he remained curious about the threat he couldn’t easily lash with his claws. Not while there was a dragon between them.

And that dragon just heard that she was to thank. Rhaella looked up towards her then, as it registered for Aemilia, as well. She was stopped from glancing to Tywin by Rhaella’s eyes, and she gave a slight smile to her, the curve a touch on the playful side, ignoring then that Tywin was there for a moment. ‘See. This is why I’m here, isn’t it?’ Rhaella needed the company, of course, but she needed a handmaiden who was going to look after the prince, just as well. Someone who wasn’t going to shrink.

“Thank you, again, Lady Hetherspoon,” Rhaella said, lifting her hand to put over Aemilia’s, squeezing it a moment as her purple eyes returned to Tywin, “And thank you, Lord Hand, for your honesty,” he could have defended Aerys, perhaps he even should have. It did nothing to settle her heart about her husband, and about her son, but it was good to know that Tywin was aware of what could have happened. That Aemilia was.

Those of the West were helping her the most in these times.

“I will speak with Viserys to try and make sure he understands the need for…safety in this Keep, again,” her words came as a sigh at the end. He should be allowed to be a child, to have fun, but he could not. She had to protect him from Aerys. She started to rise then, Aemilia stepping away and letting her hand fall to the side, but alert in case Rhaella needed a hand. She didn’t, and she brushed her hands down her skirt to smooth them once she was up. “I need to return to the festivities before I am missed,” her expression and tone clearly indicated she was not thrilled about this.

“I know we ask much of you already, Lord Tywin, but if you would please continue to look out for my children, and those who protect them,” Aemilia then, indicated. He had spoken well of her, and she was of the West, it should be no hardship for a lord to make sure a vassal was protected. She didn’t notice the way Aemilia arched her brow at that, since her back was to Aemilia as she faced Tywin more head-on. Perhaps she would have smiled if she wasn’t tired – a smug, ‘well, look who I’m protected by now’. In the morning she may enjoy that. “then you know I will continue to appreciate it and see that the West is always considered favorably. It seems it is the West that does the most for me…and I am sorry that sometimes, Aerys cannot see that.” She knew Cersei and Rhaegar was still a sore point…though, admittedly, Rhaella was not sure that would have been a good match for her son. She’d never say as much to Tywin.

Still, the West was kept in favorable considerations for other matters. Tywin’s self-serving ways certainly did help his legacy, and there was a reason beyond the natural gold in the West, that the West was rich.

 

[KyloGlenn]

Pyke reminded Oberyn that he wouldn’t understand, as he wasn’t a bastard. And all of a sudden it made a lot of sense to Oberyn, as it hadn’t occurred to him that he had no experience being a bastard. And no experience having thousands of brothers and sisters, what Pyke had mentioned. Or tried to mention, but he didn’t know the saying exactly.

The Sand saying didn’t really matter, Oberyn got the point.

Sand. Sometimes he forgot Saige was a Sand. He didn’t understand why she wasn’t a Martell. He supposed it was his mother trying to spite his father for sleeping with another woman. And in Dorne, the name didn’t hurt anyone. “I’m not so worried about Elia,” Oberyn mentioned, “She’s much too soft for life here, but I know she’s surrounded by people who will protect her.” As well as people who want to hurt her. But Saige was there. Their uncle was around, somewhere.

“I suppose I should thank you just as well as Aemilia.” Oberyn thought to say. But there was a part of him that was still unsure of Pyke. He wasn’t Aemilia, who was his close friend. Pyke was a friend of a friend and Oberyn didn’t know yet if he could trust him. That he wouldn’t just give Saige or even Elia up for the right price. Or simply because he didn’t care.

“Though, I should warn, that if anything happens to my sisters, I’m going to hold you responsible,” Oberyn said, jokingly. Sort of. Oberyn was reasonable. Gods forbid anything happen to his sisters, but if something did Oberyn would get to the bottom of it. And get to whoever he deemed responsible.

Oberyn supposed he no longer had anything that he needed from Pyke. Well, he thought of one thing he had yet to figure out. “I can at least thank you now, for attempting to ease my stress. I’d get you a drink, but it seems they’re free.” Any man interested in other men would pick up on that being flirtatious. Straight men didn’t seem to do that, or if they did they ignored it.

Straight men were boring.



Saige waved a hand in Oberyn’s direction, dismissing him and his sour look from her and Elia’s conversation. Flirting or not, he was in the room with them. And he wouldn’t let anything happen to Elia that he thought she wouldn’t want. Neither of them would.

Saige watched as Elia poured herself more wine, topping off what she already had. She drank rather quickly, nervously. She went on to plead, and Saige nodded along. “Don’t worry, you’ll always be in my sight. I won’t let him take you anywhere else.” Saige assured her, rubbing her sister’s arm in a comforting manner. Poor Elia was so nervous, but she didn’t need to be.

She was a lovely woman and she had her two younger siblings there to take care of her should she become uncomfortable.

Saige took the new pitcher of wine from Elia, just in case her sister would drop it out of nervousness. Or be more inclined to fill her glass up more than it needed to be. “Slow down a bit on the wine, Elia,” Saige advised. Elia had said she didn’t want to get that drunk, so Saige was going to discourage such heavy drinking. “At least let Rhaegar catch up.” She joked.

She looped her arm through Elia’s to escort her back to Rhaegar, easily pulling her through the crowd and back to the silver-haired prince. “Alright, I have a few rules before I leave you two. Number one, keep your hands to yourself. Or on respectful locations. Number two, I need to know where Elia is, always. So, if you even think of leaving the room, I need to be asked.” And she wouldn’t give permission, as Elia didn’t want to. But, she ruled it so it wasn’t so obvious that Elia asked as much. “Number three, have fun!”

Saige knew she couldn’t exactly boss the Prince around, but if he were smart he’d follow her rules. Saige had already thought of killing the king, why not tack the prince on to that. ‘That’s dangerous,’ she told herself. She shouldn’t so casually think about it.

-

Tywin should have defended Aerys and his name. His reputation. He was the Hand of the King, after all. But Tywin didn’t care. He didn’t like Aerys, and it would serve no one if he lied. Viserys would likely get in trouble again, he’d be hurt by his father if Rhaella wasn’t more strict with him and wandering off. He’d be known to be a liar, and when Aerys was gone, he didn’t want to damage his chances of maintaining power.

He really didn’t care what may have happened to Aemilia, though.

But now he had to. ‘Damn it.’ Tywin could handle Rhaegar and Viserys. He needed to get his claws into Rhaegar anyway. And he could handle Aemilia. He just didn’t want to. His eyes moved to the redhaired woman. Even if she didn’t display smugness, apart from perhaps the raised eyebrow, he knew it would be view in such a way. An advantage, as justice. Something that got back at him.

She was going to be trouble.

But he supposed, needing to keep her out of harm's way would give him an excuse to have a close eye kept on her. Maybe find something useful.

His burning eyes returned to the Queen. “Of course, Your Grace,” he agreed to it without faltering. “The King’s blindness is no fault of yours, nor a concern of mine any longer.” Oh, he was still bitter about it. It had been quite the breaking point of their relationship. But Tywin knew he had to move on to other plans. Whether he had to remain Hand or something else.

Tywin stood straight from leaning on his desk. “Allow me to walk the two of you back to the festivities. It’s rather late and I’m sure the guests are getting rather rowdy.” He spoke, but those weren’t real concerns of his. His focus was on Aemilia. He knew there was more to her than her illegitimate birth. Than her being given the honor of being Queen Rhaella’s handmaiden.

“That’s not necessary, my Lord. I’m sure we’ll be fine. I’d rather not inconvenience you any further.” Rhaella initially dismissed.

“I insist, Your Grace."

 

[Lucyfer]

‘You don’t understand how King’s Landing works.’ Pyke wanted to say it, but he didn’t. When Oberyn said that Elia was too soft for it, he agreed…and it didn’t matter how many people were protecting her. Elia would have to learn to toughen up and harden, or she would be torn to pieces, beyond what even Saige or Oberyn could put back together. King’s Landing was a place where naivety and innocence died.

It didn’t matter if one was locked in an ivory tower. It would be destroyed. The shrieks at night, the scent of shit in the air – nothing could protect softness here. It was all a question of whether one became like water, or like metal.

He did not say though, only nodded his agreement. “Hold Aemilia responsible,” he said, shaking his head, “She’s going to be responsible if I get in trouble, and she’s the Lady.” He was a bastard. He was a mercenary. The Lady should take the blame for everything here, or at least, he joked of it.

If everything went bad, he was getting out of here to Essos. Oberyn could try to find him. He wanted to imagine that the Prince of Dorne wouldn’t succeed, since he’d probably be hiding from the likes of Tywin Lannister and Aerys Targaryen if this all went to hell. Maybe he’d go further than Essos. He was pretty sure the Doom would be safer.

Oberyn’s disposition changed a bit, but Pyke didn’t truly understand it. He was, generally speaking, straight. There were some exceptions when he was drunk – he was not that drunk right then, so it went right over his head and he just shrugged his shoulders, “You can buy me a drink at a decent tavern before you leave for Dorne,” he said, “I’m sure Aemilia will want to see you off, away from the castle, anyway.”


Rhaegar had waited patiently for his bride-to-be to return, along her sister, who was carrying a pitcher of wine. Elia had drank quite a bit more of it, it seemed, and Rhaegar briefly wondered what he’d done wrong to make her so nervous. ‘Or perhaps it’s Aerys….’ His presence was unsettling. Rhaegar wished he knew a polite way to go to his father and suggest he retire for the night. ‘Forever.’

He could handle the party.

There’d be no convincing his father of it, though.

So he had to tune him out and pay attention to Saige and her rules as Elia was returned from him, the first stopping his hand as it reached out briefly for her. He chuckled and drew it back, calmly setting it behind his back, while his other hand was occupied with the glass of wine. Elia giggled, but she seemed visibly relieved by her sister’s words.

She was truly nervous.

“I understand, Lady Saige,” he said, “I will not break your rules,” he could. He easily could, but he was interested in actually having a good relationship with the Martells, and to him, that included Saige.

He also wanted a good relationship with Saige. More than he’d admit, more than he realized, he wanted her acceptance and approval. “I suppose I’ll have to be careful should we dance again,” with his hands. Elia seemed to just be eternally blushing now, and his own cheeks were starting to catch the fire of the wine, but not enough. “Are there any other rules I need to know of, or are those all?” His tone was teasing enough, but he did want to make sure he wouldn’t be surprised by a 4th rule.

~***~

Freedom was short-lived. Before Aemilia could depart with Rhaella, Tywin straightened himself up and offered to take them back to the festivities like a good lord. ‘This is good.’ Aemilia told herself. She had caught his look. She knew he wasn’t happy with Rhaella’s order, but in a way, it was beneficial. The more time around Tywin, the more chances to figure out how to kill him, and more opportunities.

‘Or for him to kill you.’

Well, that was the risk of playing with a lion. And drawing his attention. Really, she only had herself to blame for it, and her damnable pride. Still, she’d die for that pride, as she lived for it. It still pleased her that it had been so easy to get under his skin, even if she did find herself pitying his position more and more. She hardly wanted to take down Tywin Lannister when he was already in a poor position. She wanted him at the height of his power. That probably wouldn't be possible, but...better than this, all the same. 'Take what you can get.' She would. Obviously.

Aemilia knew it wasn’t her place to argue or dismiss Tywin, so she didn’t, and the Queen did not offer more effort than that, sighing before a smile moved over her lips at his insistence, “Very well, my lord, but you do have my permission to leave at any time and return to your chambers, I know you don’t care for these things,” she said, “And you, Lady Aemilia, are still relieved of your duties at this point.”

“Thank you, Your Grace, but I will be staying,” just as stubborn as ever, though another yawn followed, which earned a chuckle from Rhaella.

‘Westerners….’ Perhaps stubbornness was born in them, or a certain workaholic nature. She did not say as much, but she would leave along Tywin, and Aemilia would fall a step behind, rather than walk alongside her Queen again.

 

[KyloGlenn]

“You know that’s not how it would go. Well, with anyone else.” Oberyn’s face held a small grin as he shook his head. Aemilia wouldn’t be blamed for anything bad. Former bastard or not, she was a lady. Oberyn at least understood that about bastards, everyone looked to blame them. They were easiest.

Should anything happen to his sisters, which was a big if—or so he hoped—he’d rather hold the actual culprit responsible. Though he didn’t believe Aemilia would ever do anything to put his sisters in harm’s way, so he didn’t have to worry about that. Pyke was another story. Aemilia was loyal in her way. Pyke could probably be paid to do something, for the right amount.

Maybe that was something he should test, somehow…Oberyn wished he could test everyone in King’s Landing for ill intentions against his family. Unfortunately, he couldn’t. Besides, he was sure everyone was looking for opportunities to get ahead.

Oberyn remembered his gay agenda then, listening to Pyke. ‘Hm, straight.’ Oberyn thought, rather disappointed. Pyke was entirely too beautiful of a man, and of course he had to be straight. ‘Too bad.’ Oberyn tried not to let his disappointment show in his voice. “Consider it done. I’d say I’d let you know where and when Aemilia and I decide on, but I’m sure you’ll know from her.” Maybe Saige could get some use out of Pyke. Maybe that’s where the bastard’s sudden enthusiasm for his sister came from.

Or maybe Aemilia was playing around with him.




Rhaegar humored her rules, much to Saige’s appreciation. It clearly relieved her sweet sister. He very could easily ignore them, but if Saige was honest, she already believed Rhaegar to be an honest man. He already seemed to easily respect the boundaries Saige had set. She’d see how it was kept up. And for his sake, Saige hoped he would continue to respect them.

Saige didn’t want to have to threaten the Prince. Or push him off a balcony, as she nearly did with his father. ‘Nearly, not really.’ But she’d thought about it.

Hopefully alcohol wouldn’t change the way Rhaegar acted too much. She supposed it was better they find out what kind of man he was now rather than deep into his and Elia’s marriage.

Saige smirked as he asked if there were any more rules. “Hm,” Saige pretended to think for a moment, “No, not that I can think of.” This was fun, demanding a prince follow her rules. Or that he entertained her rules. She wondered if she could tack on anything ridiculous. Something she’d try later. “I’ll let you know if I think of anything else.” Saige winked. Right now she just covered Elia’s concerns.

“Don’t let my rules stress you out too much.” Saige used her free hand to give her sister’s wrist a reassuring squeeze before she offered her sister’s hand to Rhaegar. “You can touch her, just keep your hands from wandering. Unless, of course, she wants you to wander.”

“Saige!” Elia groaned. Why did she torture her like this?

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry! Have fun, you two. But not too much.” Saige giggled, setting the pitcher of wine down. But not before she filled her cup up to go.

Saige gestured with her hands, informing Rhaegar that she was watching him. At all times. She was playful all the while, of course. “I’m sorry about her,” Elia giggled out an apology before Saige was even out of earshot.

-

No, Tywin really didn’t care for such stuff as feasts, especially when it had nothing to do with him. Or had nothing for him. But…something about appearances, right? Besides, there was already enough going around about Tywin and his relationship with the King, he’d rather there not be much else. No fuel for rumors of him still being bothered by failed engagements.

Even if he was still annoyed. By many things.

But besides that, he was more interested in bothering Aemilia. Who would perhaps be easier to pester given how tired she apparently was. Maybe he’d be able to conveniently get more out of her. Such as what she was doing here. What her goals were. He had a hard time believing someone as bold and annoying as her was simply here to be a handmaiden.

Did she have some plan to get rich? Use the Queen’s trust? Was she here to protect herself from something? No place safer than under the protection of the Targaryens. And thus, under the protection of the Lannisters. Which she’d already managed to get.

Tywin found himself walking much slower down the Tower of the Hand than he normally would, waiting for the Queen to take her time down the steps, skirts and all. He’d offered his assistance, once, to perhaps make this go faster, but she dismissed his hand with a smile. He briefly thought of offering his assistance to Aemilia, for appearances, but decided he didn’t care about putting that much effort.

After taking about twice as long to get down the steps, Tywin was escorting the women back to the festivities. Rhaella managed small talk, or mostly just her talking to fill the walk to the throne room. All the while Tywin was hyper-aware of the woman walking behind them. He didn’t trust her. Or maybe he just really didn’t like her. She had no manners. No respect.

“Hopefully Aerys won’t be too bothered,” Rhaella sighed, forcing an apologetic smile to Tywin as they were upon the throne room once again, guards opening the large doors for them. Almost immediately she felt her husband’s eyes on her.

And Aerys wasn’t happy. For one, she ran off with his son without asking. Second, she was with Tywin. His eyes formed a glare across the room as he ran through scenarios in his head of what they were doing, even if the former bastard Aemilia was right behind them.

“Excuse me,” Rhaella dismissed herself, quick to return to her husband and attempt to quell his anger before he caused a scene. And Tywin would follow behind, soon enough. But first, he lagged behind to walk in step with Aemilia.

“You’ve quite the talent with the disguising of your injury.” Tywin didn’t mean the words as a compliment, more of an observation. “Yet you seem to lack skills in appearing likable.” Tywin was blunt with his distaste, his lack of care for her implied. If preservation was a goal, she’d likely attempt to remedy that.

Though, with the fact that she’d already gotten in trouble with the King…she must not want to live that bad.

 

[Lucyfer]

Free drinks were always taken, and Pyke gave a nod, pleased with that. Aemilia would let him know, “I probably already know which one,” just because he knew this place, and he liked to think the little knowledge he had of her would lend to knowing the place she’d prefer to get a drink at.

The double doors opened at the front to let in others, and Pyke turned his head towards it, not truly curious, but it was movement. He became a bit more curious when he saw it was Aemilia, there with Tywin and Rhaella – who scurried off immediately to Aerys. Pyke watched that movement, briefly, before his eyes went back to see that the Lion hadn’t left the Spoon. “You know, assuming she survives even three days in King’s Landing.” Why did she already get Tywin’s attention? Why?

He knew why. She wanted it. Not for any reason a typical lady would want it, no, because she wanted to murder him. The more reasons to be around him, or have him come around, were beneficial, but she couldn’t just play it like a strumpet, could she? “You need to teach her how to seduce people,” he chuckled, thinking that might make this a thousand times easier if she could just look beyond the hatred and feign interest in Tywin. Seduce him. Kill him in his head.

It could probably be blamed on a common whore. Ruin his reputation along with his life.


Rhaegar reached to take Elia’s hand when Saige offered it, almost like a father giving up his daughter. His hand slid under hers, before his fingers curled around. Her hand was much colder than his, in spite of where she was from, and with her outburst he did urge her a bit closer, though his eyes remained on Saige, that smile on his face, amused and intrigued.

He may wish for Saige to remain, but he would not get to know Elia then, would he? ‘No….’ He would end up caught up in her sister’s energy and enthusiasm, and he owed it to Elia to give her a chance to like her, to love her, as he ought to. “Thank you, Lady Saige,” he said as she waved off, and then he let his eyes return to Elia, the smile still there.

He shook his head, “There is no need. Your sister has a positive energy to her, and I do not mind it. I am glad that she cares so much for you,” he answered. There would never be a reason to apologize for Saige. “I think we should humor her, though, she seems a bit dangerous,” he joked a bit, squeezing Elia’s hand and tugging lightly to bring her more over to a side, so they wouldn’t be as at risk of being bumped into or annoyed.

~***~

Aemilia Reyne saw the look that Aerys shot over towards them when she entered. ‘You can still do it. You can still tell Aerys that Tywin is fucking his wife.’ That deep-seated suspicion was hardly hidden in his glare, in his posture – in everything. ‘No….’ No, she was too decent a person for that, and she knew it when Rhaella went running off to quell the man’s temper. She thought to trail behind, or be near at hand, but she was thinking too much, not acting quick enough.

Which led to Tywin stepping in with her, and she glanced up to him, a smile returning easily to her lips at his statement. “I had a good teacher when it came to the arts of appearances, my lord. Braavos is a beautiful place to learn many arts, their bravos like to maintain their appearances. It seems you could use it for the circles under your own eyes – lest people start to think you are too tired.”

No, she was not in the business of making friends with him, “Perhaps I could teach you, if you were friendlier, yourself.” He didn’t have a reputation of being well-liked. It was almost rich that he was calling her out on it, considering his own attitude. “Have you considered that?” Perhaps she was only unlikable to him, because he was not a friendly person? She did have friends – Oberyn and Rhaella. She wasn’t unlikable at all. She thought of throwing in something about Gerion, but she was thinking, so she managed not to.

 

[KyloGlenn]

“At this rate, that might be a challenge.” Oberyn mused as his eyes moved from the Queen’s hurried form to Aemilia and Tywin Lannister. Recalling Aemilia and Tywin’s previous exchanges at the High Table, she was likely not getting along with Tywin Lannister in that moment. It had been most amusing, irritating Tywin. But Oberyn would prefer if Aemilia didn’t push it too far.

“Teach her to seduce people? Now, there’s an idea.” Oberyn found amusement out of that. Perhaps Aemilia could be a seductress, but Oberyn hadn’t seen it yet. “A dangerous one.” Aemilia, as skilled as she was with poison, combined with the power of being seductive? As a woman, she’d have much more access to powerful men in that way than he himself did.

Men such as Tywin.

And Oberyn loved that idea. Maybe he did have to teach her a thing or two before he left. Though, “I doubt seduction would work on our Lord Hand. I don’t think Tywin’s capable of being seduced.” It was still up in the air if he had a prick or not.

It was then that Saige slipped her arm through her brother’s, announcing her presence, “Lady Aemilia is seducing Tywin?” Was the first thing out of her mouth, only hearing part of the conversation and seeing the Lion and the Spoon together. And while her arm was hooked through her brother’s she was prepared to leave him should she see something she liked. Or someone.

“No. Not yet.” Oberyn teased. “Saige, you remember Ser Pyke, don’t you?” Might as well get them on more speaking terms, if Pyke figured they’d get along just fine.

“Mhm,” Saige confirmed, “Lady Aemilia’s friend, suddenly turned City Watch, right?” She recalled seeing him and then seeing him again with a gold cloak.



Elia was relieved that Saige hadn’t annoyed or upset Rhaegar. Elia loved her sister but Saige had a lot of…personality. It was wonderful how tolerant Rhaegar was, even seeming to enjoy Saige’s energy. Whereas Elia knew other nobles would find Saige terribly rude. Inappropriate. “She does have a lovely energy,” one that was mainly appreciated by Elia and the rest of their family.

“I’m very thankful she cares so much for me,” this would all be so terrible if Elia didn’t have her sister there. To think their mother almost didn’t allow it.

Elia giggled as Rhaegar called Saige dangerous, but more so giggled for the fact that he squeezed her hand. It made her giddy, and she ignored the butterflies that came with it as she moved along with Rhaegar’s guidance. He was so effortlessly charming. “Oh, she’s very dangerous. You should be worried.” Elia joked along, though there was some truth to it. Saige was by no means as dangerous as say, Oberyn. But she could be scary. “She seems to like you, though. Which is good, for the both of us.” If Saige hadn’t liked Rhaegar, it would be painfully obvious.

And Elia would be disappointed. For she already liked Rhaegar, a lot. Her sister’s disapproval would be so tragic. And rather worrisome.

-

Tywin Lannister found it terribly amusing that this woman was targeting his looks as if he really cared about what he looked like. Or what other people thought he looked like. If he looked tired, fine. But his work, his efforts would hardly reflect his exhaustion. Only the lazy went down in history as being ‘tired-looking’. And Tywin was certainly not lazy.

And he found the corner of his lip twitching, threatening to smirk, at Amelia’s comment of him not being friendly. “I don’t need to be friendly, nor do I need to be liked, Aemilia,” The lack of ‘lady’ was not out of familiarity, but rather blatant disrespect. To remind her of her position. She was beneath him. Even if she’d been a true born lady, she’d be beneath him.

“I’ll humor you, however. A little friendly advice, you could benefit from feigning likability.” Perhaps she was likable to others, but she wasn’t to Tywin. His irritation with her seemed almost natural. It was natural for Tywin to dislike people like her. Stubborn, arrogant. He’d seen it all before, exterminated it all before. “It would be a great tragedy if something happened to you because someone deemed you so unlikable.” Tywin didn’t say he’d do anything to her.

Tywin wasn’t the only one who didn’t like Aemilia. And there was only so much Tywin could do to ‘protect’ her from Aerys without becoming a traitor.

The Golden Lion’s face returned to it’s ever so neutral expression. Remembering the yawn he’d caught earlier and taking advantage of the Hetherspoon’s lax activity, he mocked a little.c“Perhaps you should take advantage of your dismissal from your duties. You seem to be rather slow this evening, you must be exhausted. Gods forbid it begins to reflect on your face. You don’t want anyway to think you’re too tired, do you?”

 

[Lucyfer]

Saige joined them, and Pyke gave a nod to her, smiling as she looped arms with Oberyn. “I was City Watch before I knew Lady Aemilia, it wasn’t so hard to rejoin,” he offered as an explanation, “I’m going to be spending a lot of time here, until Aemilia is inevitably dismissed from Rhaella because it’s too dangerous,” he chuckled, giving them a smile, “we’re discussing Oberyn helping her learn to seduce, because having Tywin around as an ally would make my life easier.”

It’d also make Tywin easier to kill, but literally, neither of them needed to know that. Ever. “I’m sure he can be seduced,” he glanced over at the pair of them, “he had kids. He also has an image to maintain so he can’t go around whoring. It’s probably been a long time since he’s used more than…well…,” he raised his own hand and wiggled his fingers with a laugh.

Hand jokes.

All the hand jokes. And he knew Oberyn wouldn’t criticize him for it like other ‘proper’ lords who would be worried that Lord Tywin gave a shit about what other people were saying. If he cared, he would have done plenty of things differently – but he didn’t. That much was clear. The man was fairly secure in his position, and his confidence showed it in every way.

Only then he froze a bit, “Oh, what the fuck.” His eyes were on Aemilia. He recognized then the shift in the music, the tell-tale strings, the one song Aemilia hated, and that was saying something, considering her love of music.

The musicians must have noticed who returned.


Rhaegar was pleased by her giddiness, though he didn’t imagine it would last long, he hoped. “I am glad. I would not want bad relations with anyone in your family, Elia,” and he certainly meant that, if he was to marry her, he wanted to be on good terms with everyone in her family. That meant Saige, as well as her more ‘proper’ family, including Oberyn and Doran. He hoped to meet Doran one day.

Likely, when they went to Dorne together.

He noticed his mother’s return, without Viserys. That was likely for the best. He turned Elia from that, so she wouldn’t need to see Aerys or his mother right then, but he kept himself turned so he could watch if anything untowards happened in public.

Or in general.

“Tell me, Elia, do you think this is truly what you want?” He asked then, lowering his voice a bit, “I know that this was arranged for us, but I do not want you to feel forced into anything by your own family,” he added. Perhaps it was almost too serious a topic turn, but he needed to let her know she had an out. He’d make one for her, if she had a lover back home, or wanted something else for her life.

~***~

Aemilia fully expected Tywin to remain neutral.

He did not. There was a twitch of his lips, and she briefly wondered how long it had been since he actually did smile. He referred to her only by name, and she knew what he meant by it – that didn’t mean she had to accept it. He wasn’t the first to try that petty trick, nor would he be the last. “It would be such a tragedy if one deemed you unlikable, too, my lord. I meant my words – the realm owes much to you here.” Even if she was unlikable, she still knew what he’d done. “Perhaps you should work on it, since you think it is such a bad trait for me. Take your own advice.”

The previous song ended.

A new one began. Apparently the musicians noticed that Tywin returned, because it was the Rains of Castamere, but Aemilia did not so much as flinch or shoot a glare. “I appreciate your concern, but I assure you that I’m quite well,” she took a step forward, and ahead, stepping further into the room but pausing still before him, not just walking off.

Quite the opposite, she extended a hand to him, palm up, “Perhaps we both got off on the wrong foot, my lord. Won’t you share a dance with me?” There were eyes on them, there must be, if that song was playing.

This would either give her an easy escape as he declined to spare himself, and then she could go ask Oberyn if he had any tips for dealing with a little too much Essence of Nightshade. Or, it would give her an opportunity try and get under Tywin’s skin just a little more. She’d broken his neutral expression, seen him before Aerys…so far, the night was going well, if she could just get a little more, see a little more…it felt like things might start to fall into place. She could take his ‘advice’ as if it were new, and play it.

 

[KyloGlenn]

Pyke and Aemilia must have been very good friends if he joined the City Watch and was willing to wait around until Aemilia got sacked. Or she paid him to stick around. With money, perhaps, but Saige was thinking with other means. Though, upon giving Pyke a once over, and looking back to Aemilia, she wasn’t convinced. They didn’t seem like they’d fit as a couple.

Saige snorted at the hand joke, admittedly not expecting it from Pyke. Her brother, sure. She shook her head. “It is curious. Really, he could sleep with anyone he wanted. He’s rich, has a lot of power. He’s older but he’s not hideous by any means.” And yet, Saige was sure he hadn’t slept with anyone in a long while. Saige wondered if it had anything to do with Aerys.

Everyone knew that Joanna had slept with Aerys before she and Tywin were married. And there were rumors that they’d slept together even after. Some say Joanna was forced to, some say she was willing. But most agreed it was an act to spite Tywin. She wondered if that affected Tywin’s love life.

“We’re all terribly concerned with Tywin’s sex life, aren’t we?” Oberyn commented, to which Saige hummed.

And then came the shift of the song, and along with it a shift in Pyke. “What the fuck indeed. This is hardly a song to play at a celebration. Let alone force people to dance to it.” Saige obviously didn’t know the true reason as to why it was so bothersome. Really, no one knew the true reason. That lied with Aemilia and Aemilia only.

It was clear that there was a shift in the crowd at the change in the song. Some seemed unsure if they should continue. Others did continue. But it was safe to say nearly all eyes moved to Tywin.


Elia noted how she was turned away from the High Table just as Rhaella arrived back, minus Prince Viserys. She could only imagine why she’d be turned away from looking. And she didn’t comment on it.

Instead, Elia was surprised by Rhaegar’s question. She hadn’t really expected that to be apart of their ‘get to know me’ session. “Oh, well,” Elia thought for a second, not wanting to seem too desperate or eager with her answer. But did she really want this? Who wouldn’t want to marry the Prince? And what was there for her in Dorne? Her family, of course. But that was all.

She was restricted to so little. And Doran would rule over Dorne for as long as he lived, which Elia certainly hoped her brother would live a nice long life.

Saige would be here with her, though. And Oberyn would surely visit. And she’d get to see Doran and her parents, at the very least after she and Rhaegar are married. Elia was, of course, worried for life in King’s Landing. New places were scary. Her future father-in-law was scary. “I believe so. I wouldn’t have come all this way if I didn’t think so.” Surely her family wouldn’t have forced this upon her if she didn’t want it. “Thank you. For asking.” Initially, she thought it was sweet.

Then she became concerned. What if he wanted her to say she didn’t want this? Wanted an excuse to not marry her? She knew he had even less of a say in this than she did. “Is this something you want? I know I wasn’t anyone’s first choice.” And Rhaegar could have some other woman he was interested in. Elia didn’t want a loveless marriage. She didn’t want anyone to be unhappy in it. She didn’t want to be like the King and Queen.

-

Aemilia Hetherspoon was truly one of the most unintelligent people he’d ever met.

Well, that wasn’t true. But she was in the running. He’d met simpler minded people. And she wasn’t simple-minded, he’d noticed. She just didn’t make smart decisions. He wondered if she thought about her actions at all before doing them. Self-preservation must not have been high on her list of priorities.

Self-preservation was high on Tywin’s list. Well, maybe not preservation of himself, really. But his family name. He’d already done a fine enough job of rebuilding it after his father mutilated it. And he wasn’t going to lose it to the likes of Aerys Targaryen. A Mad King. Tywin vowed he wouldn’t let Aerys become a true issue to Tywin. And once he did, which the time seemed to be rapidly approaching, Tywin would deal with it.

The song shifted. Tywin was hardly surprised by it. The song was played once at likely every event he attended. His reappearance must have prompted it.

Aemilia held her hand out, asking for a dance. Feigning as if she wanted to start over, or something of the like. Tywin glanced at her hand, his initial reaction was to quickly decline. But then he thought to the song. And then he took her hand. It was a power move. To remind her of who he was and what exactly he was capable of doing. He could wipe out her entire family, the humble Spoons, if he wanted to.

Little did he know that he already wiped out her family.

“I know what you’re doing,” Tywin commented, pulling her along with him towards the rest of the guests. Immediately they all backed away, to give him room. They were going to have a field day with this. Gossiping about Tywin dancing with a woman. Rhaella’s handmaiden at that.

It had been a long while since Tywin had danced at any event. Luckily, Rains of Castamere wasn’t much of a dancing song. One hand encased Aemilia’s, the other settling on her waist. “You use a sweet tone, a few nice words to play at being likable.” To mock it, surely. “It’s a cute effort. I’ll give credit where it’s due.” Tywin never said he’d play at being nice. As he said, he didn’t need to be.

At least he wasn’t being flat out cruel.

 

[Lucyfer]

Pyke chuckled at Oberyn’s comment. ‘Well, concerned with his life.’ It was a thought that came as Tywin actually accepted the dance. He knew he could get more money from Tywin if he turned in Aemilia’s plot to him, and the mercenary in him considered it, now and then. Like right then, as he wondered what was going through their heads, why Aemilia would pull him onto the dance floor for the one song she hated.

The one song he probably loved.

A power play on her end, too, he knew. To show she wasn’t intimidated by him or his song – but his brows knit together with the words. Coat of gold, coat of red. He didn’t know Roger Reyne from anyone, to know he had red hair, to know how fitting the coats were, beyond just Lannister and Reyne colors, but his mind stumbled over the thought for a moment, of how…fitting…the image was.

Along with her fear of deep water, and her hatred over a man who likely had no part in Melara’s death, except being the responsible party who should have prevented it.

Lion’s Eyes – they called those green Lion’s Eyes.

He never really asked why she wanted to kill Tywin. He knew better. ‘Everyone drowned.’ Cassandra, Melara…everyone, she said. ‘And always going to Braavos looking for a minstrel….’

Funny how a song could start to make him realize he might be drowning, too. He may be in way over his head, though his mind quickly started to talk himself out of his newfound concerns. It was simply impossible. He’d always told himself he didn’t need to know – it was too dangerous to know, only now, did he start to believe it. “Or maybe she doesn’t need your help, Oberyn,” Pyke couldn’t help but chuckle, shaking his head a bit, but his nerves started to show.

Maybe he needed help. Shit, he needed help. He was playing a game he didn’t understand, guarding someone he didn’t understand. “Or maybe that’s the poison talking to her right now,” he added, trying to convince himself. He knew that secret, at least. “Oh, speaking of, Saige – never accept a drink or food from Aemilia. She likes to experiment.” Too. Fucking. Much. He learned that lesson the hard way. Hopefully Oberyn had told Saige that, but just in case. Maybe she wouldn’t experiment with Saige, but he didn’t trust that.

The woman was a menace with poison, and friends. He wouldn’t be surprised if she’d tried to poison Oberyn before, honestly, just to see if Oberyn noticed before he took a sip. It seemed like the kind of thing she’d do to someone who understood poison.


Rhaegar should have expected the question would be turned back to him, but somehow, he hadn’t. He hadn’t exactly gotten a say in who he would marry. His father was obsessed with him marrying someone with their own blood. He even sent a Baratheon out to find someone suitable, but there was no one. A Dayne may have been – their purple eyes spoke of how close their own blood was linked, but his father thought they were too low.

Others were overlooked, too, in spite of their similar traits, eventually going to the Martells. History spoke better of that bond. It was what sealed the Seven Kingdoms before. It was meant to seal it again, since his father remained so paranoid. ‘No.’ No, this wasn’t what he wanted, but he could hardly say that.

He could smile, and he could touch her shoulder reassuringly, “I know that I have to marry, and I know that I have to provide a stable future for our country, to make Seven Kingdoms seem like One.” He told Elia, “I am glad to see you are not some…pompous and primping lady concerned only with the power and esteem, so I am relaxing into the idea of it. I knew my mother would never pick someone I would dislike, so I am comfortable with this idea of marrying you.” He answered honestly, earnestly.

Elia may not be his first choice, no. He would want someone who could keep up with him, but she would be a good mother. She would be a good Queen. The people would love her, and he would care for her…he wanted to convince himself he would love her, he did – but he hadn’t yet. He still said, “I believe I will grow to love you, one day,” saying it might make it real. It was a trick others used to help them. “I just wanted to find out, early, while there was time yet – if you were not comfortable with the idea, then I wouldn’t force you through it.”

~***~

The song was despised, but Aemilia knew it by heart – it was her heart’s song. It was every beat and every breath, and this reminded her, exactly, where she needed to be, and what she needed to do. It beat along with the poison that was helping to keep her silent, to think a little more. She idly considered she might have to drink it a bit more often to help keep her reactions slowed, to keep her overthinking, at least until she got the pulse of King’s Landing, and Tywin.

His pulse that she felt when their hands linked, fingers entwined, and she put her hand on his shoulder to let him lead. It wasn’t a song that would require much, not some fun beat from Dorne or an artsy waltz song. It wasn’t made for dancing, in spite of how everyone knew the beat. ‘You have no idea what I’m doing.’ Or else she’d be dead.

That was the entire point. So long as he never figured it out, she was golden. It didn’t matter what else he thought of her, but she still cared. Her initial thought to bite back at his comment, or laugh off the idea he thought something was ‘cute’ were squashed by second thoughts. Second thoughts were good.

She was definitely taking this poison more often. Medicine. Whatever. It kept her thoughtful enough not to rise to the bait of his commentary on her actions, and try to stay in the role of someone who was trying to make a better ‘second’ first impression. “You’re actually a good dancer.”

Nothing like Roger. Nothing like what she’d seen in Castamere, but he knew his steps beyond just the simplicity of the box. There must have been a time he tried to make an impression, or simply wanted to one-up someone. That, or he felt it necessary in his position to be above the cut. “A bit too stiff,” she couldn’t help it – he was. Which would make future plots to take the lead from him difficult, but maybe, in the future…she would keep her dream of embarrassing him the way Roger did to people, forever close to heart, “but nothing practice won’t help,” as she’d get used to this role.

Her fingers briefly flexed over his shoulder, applied a bit of pressure as if it might help him to feel where that tension was, before they curled and trailed up as she readjusted her hand’s position on his shoulder and stepped in. People had cleared a space, but that didn’t mean she wanted to be easily overheard when she dropped her voice.

Besides, people were going to assume other things, and she was going to enjoy laughing at it.

“If the cute effort isn’t the right one, you’re just going to have to help me practice the proper role to play around His Grace.” A step back into the reality between them. “And maybe I can even help you so you do not lose step, either.” His interactions with Aerys hadn’t gone unnoticed at all. Tywin’s role was no longer so appreciated. She didn’t dare to say he should try being ‘cute’, though. It was left on the tip of her tongue, where it belonged.

 

[KyloGlenn]

Oberyn had to admit, the sight of Aemilia dancing with Tywin was…strange. Especially after Aemilia seemed to have dug a hole for herself earlier, at the High Table. But perhaps they spoke more during the time that they were both away, during the time and events of what his sister failed to completely inform him of. But watching their body language, maybe she was just continuing to dig herself a hole.

Either way, he couldn’t decide if it was a fitting sight or completely and utterly disturbing. Maybe both.

“She has the power, she just needs a little extra push. Maybe some encouragement, when she’s…sober, is all she needs.” Oberyn commented.

Saige noticed a slight falter in Pyke’s chuckle. As if he were nervous. Perhaps he was, with Aemilia being so close to Tywin Lannister. A man who probably had no soul. Hadn’t felt an emotion since his wife died. Would have no qualms absolutely obliterating Aemilia Hetherspoon.

Saige’s attention was torn away from the lions at the mention of poison. “I’m sorry, experiment?” She asked to clarify. “With poison? On people?” She definitely wasn’t accepting anything from the woman now. She looked at her brother, “I’ll stab her if she poisons me.” She stated, briefly forgetting about Pyke and how it might not be good to state things so loosely.

“It’d be hard to stab her if you’re dead,” Oberyn stated, laughing at the look Saige gave him. “I’ll mention it to her,” though it would probably just encourage her to poison Saige. “But if she does, she won’t let it kill you. I don’t think.” Oberyn gave a one-armed shrug, giving off the impression that he wasn’t at all concerned with it. Not when it came to Saige, anyway.

Saige gave a look to Pyke, “She’s insane, isn’t she?” Pyke would know.


Rhaegar was nice. Thoughtful. That was Elia’s first impression of him, and it seemed to stick. Her hand found its way to Rhaegar’s, the one that rested on her shoulder. She gently squeezed it, “Thank you, Rhaegar. I appreciate it, I really do.” She let her hand drop back down to her side. “You’ll be a good King, I know it.” The people would like him. He was thoughtful, responsible.

Nothing like his father.

And despite Rhaegar not telling her no, he didn’t want this, he didn’t say that he did either. He said he was comfortable with it, which Elia would take, she supposed. But the thoughts of doubt had already settled in her mind. She knew that she and her family were far from what was wanted. It was clear in the way Aerys spoke of them. And Elia knew she wasn’t what anyone wanted for Rhaegar.

She was ill, she wouldn’t be able to keep up all the time. And she dreaded the day where she’d be so obviously weak and sick that Rhaegar would have to witness. Perhaps she wasn’t the prettiest, not compared to other Dornishwomen. Or even northern women. But her family was held at a high regard and that’s why she was here. At least Rhaegar was nice about it. Rhaella, too.

“I hope one day we both come to love each other as well,” Elia said, sincerely so. “And at least I’ll have power and esteem,” she cracked a joke, to lighten the mood back to what it was.

-

Tywin was admittedly surprised there was no snarky comment shot at him, criticizing her transparent performance. Instead came a compliment. Sort of. A single eyebrow rose at her words, green eyes boring into her. He suppressed rolling his eyes at her comment of him being too stiff. That practice would help. As if Tywin would ever bother to practice.

Dancing was hardly important to him anymore. The only reason he ever bothered learning was for appearances. And to impress Joanna.

Tywin was brought back into the situation by Aemilia’s hand applying pressure to his shoulder. Looking down at her, he wondered how many drinks she could have possibly downed during the time he hadn’t been in her presence. Because surely the only explanation for this woman was that she was drunk. She was very stupid in targeting him, but smart by pulling this act together.

Anyone would have fallen for it. But given that Tywin was the one to tell her to act in such a way, he saw through it.

Still, he didn’t go out of his way to attack her after it. She stepped in closer to him and could only imagine what whispers he’d have to endure in the following days. He didn’t think on it for long, however, as he listened to her words, bringing them both back into the real world. Outside of themselves and their silly little spat. “I don’t need your help,” was his immediate response. He didn’t hiss it at her. He was neutral, believing he was making a statement.

He had a way of dealing with Aerys. Avoid him. Tywin could work and Aerys could do whatever Aerys did.

Though that plan seemed to be failing, didn’t it?

“Though, I suppose I promised the Queen I’d protect you from Aerys,” as much as he could anyways. With him putting in as little effort on his part. “If you want to prevent Aerys from executing you, the role to play is submissive and quiet.” And from what he’d seen, she was neither. “Aerys has little respect for women as it is, add on talking out of turn or doing something he’d see as challenging his authority is a good way to anger him.”

Rhaella was an expert at it, but since she was the only one Aerys could harm without outrage, she was always his target. But Aerys was beginning to care less and less about who was the victim of his madness.

 

[Lucyfer]

Pyke let the wry grin cross his face at Oberyn’s comment of her being ‘sober’. At least he understood the woman was bloody insane when it came to poison, testing it not just on others, but working to build her own immunities. Her paranoid tendencies were strange for a bastard, as if she expected to be killed at any time – but why? The more he thought of it, the more he didn’t like the answer his mind was coming up with.

‘She’s not a bastard.’

She was as audacious as one.

But perhaps that confidence she carried herself didn’t come from the fact bastards went ignored.

Oberyn’s reaction to the poison was not at all surprising from what Pyke knew of the strange friendship between the two. They bonded over poisons and some mutual dislikes. “No,” he answered Saige’s question on whether or not Aemilia was insane. She may deny it. If he was joking, he’d call her as much, “That’s the scariest thing about her, she’s quite lucid,” he said it with a toothy grin, hoping to raise Saige’s guards a bit more, to make sure she really didn’t take anything from Aemilia.

Of course she wouldn’t let it kill Saige. That was besides the point. “Ah, looks like she’s finished playing with the cat, though. I should move,” before he made his own hole larger by being a part of the group Aemilia may move to. Tywin might notice. He gave an inclination to Saige and Oberyn, “Pleasure to speak with you both. You remind me why I like Dorne.” The people were better.

Rhaegar also truly wished to love the one he married, so he shared Elia’s hopes with a nod. Who didn’t want such a thing? Even Tywin, cold as he was now, had married for love. Everyone knew there had been no true benefit to marrying Joanna – no lands, no titles, no alliances, nothing. She was a cousin to him, a Lannister already, yet Tywin was always in the position where he could pick whatever he liked.

Rhaegar had no such luck. He was at the whims of his father. Tywin’s father had been much more…malleable. Rhaegar usually didn’t dwell long on that. He did wonder of Elia’s father, of her mother, but as he thought of it, she cracked a joke that actually surprised him.

The surprised softened into a grin. So, she did have some ability to share in humor. “Yes, you will,” he agreed, and decided to see if she could play along with such a thing, see how far her wit and creativity went, “And what do you intend to do with all that power and esteem, Princess Elia?” A light glimmer was in his gaze as he lifted his wine up to his lips to make it clear he wouldn’t add to that.

He was curious as to what her answer would be, if it would continue in the joking vein or turn serious.

~***~

How easy would it be to slip a knife into his heart? Aemilia couldn’t help but wonder, as she was so easily allowed to be close to him. How easy would it be to poison him? It could not be so difficult – if only she wasn’t concerned with Lord Hetherspoon back home, and keeping him safe. It was the only reason she would play at patience. His life.

That, and being able to tell Tywin exactly who killed him.

He claimed he was dealing with, but the transitional word revealed his statement may not be fully honest. Or perhaps he was mulling it over. He offered a tidbit of advice, to act submissive and quiet – things she was not, and never would be. For Rhaella’s sake, she would be that way in his presence, but if a situation arose like the one with Saige again, she would have to step back into harm’s way.

She didn’t know how common it may be. She didn’t know how difficult this endeavor of dealing with Aerys would be, in truth, because she was simply not quiet or submissive. Yet the song was dying away, the strings almost regretful because certainly, many would have much to say of the oddity.

“I suppose I’ll have to pretend to be that around him, then – when I can.” When she could allow herself that act, when there was no one to help. The music ended and shifted into another song, but Aemilia had no intention of dancing another tune with Tywin. She got what she wanted for that night, strangely satisfied with how it twisted to this note. Tywin was aware enough, and in many ways that was satisfying. Aemilia would have been so disappointed if her father lost to an idiot.

She stepped back, hand brushing down his upper arm briefly before parting, and she pulled her other hand free to offer a curtsy, “Thank you, my lord,” and she’d make her escape to Oberyn if she was able.

 

[KyloGlenn]

At Pyke’s answer, Saige’s face scrunched up and she turned to look at her brother. She said nothing but her face asked ‘why can’t you have normal friends?’ Friends that didn’t poison others for fun. But those sorts of people were the only ones Oberyn truly got along with. Ones into similar mischief as him. Or in other words, borderline insane.

Despite what Pyke said, Saige couldn’t believe that any lucid person would poison others. Or would put themselves in front of an angry King Aerys.

Saige still held quite a bit of respect for Aemilia for doing that. Whether it was for her sake or Viserys’s, it didn’t matter. So she’d let the whole poison thing slide. Well, she still wouldn’t take anything from the woman.

Pyke moved to abandon them as Aemilia left the lion. “Mm, that must mean we’re doing something right,” she and her family—or technically just her family—were supposed to be representing Dorne. It was a compliment and she’d take it. “It was nice to officially meet you, Ser Pyke.” She’d likely be seeing quite a bit of him, or she hoped she would. He was entertaining. Not so uptight, like everyone else.

“Pleasure’s all ours. I’ll catch you for that drink, at the very least,” Oberyn offered, before moving his gaze to his redheaded friend. He could see her heading their way and so he moved to meet her, naturally dragging his sister along with. And Saige wasn’t complaining, she had nothing better to do. Maybe she’d get the inside scoop on Tywin Lannister.

“Aemi,” Oberyn greeted, a grin on his face, expression clearly curious. “That was quite the display,” he commented, almost accusing her of something.

Saige looked beyond the redhead, to the golden lion. He looked after Aemilia for a moment after she left, his expression unreadable.

Anyone watching probably thought he’d been awestruck when in actuality, Tywin was convinced that Aemilia was going to crash and burn in a matter of days if she didn’t quickly learn to act the way she needed to. Saige watched as Tywin, instead of leaving like she thought he would, instead made his way back to the dais.


Elia’s parents were much different from Rhaegar’s. Elia knew that at the end of the day, she had a choice in her marriage. Maybe she’d feel strong pressure from her mother whose duty it was to not only provide Dorne with stability but give her children suitable lives. And perhaps Doran, who wants what’s best for Dorne as that was his own duty now. But if she really, really couldn’t marry Rhaegar, she knew her family would support her.

Elia panicked for a moment when Rhaegar’s face displayed surprise. Had she gone too far with her joke? Maybe it wasn’t really appropriate. But then he grinned and Elia relaxed, hoping she was visibly relieved. He questioned what she’d do with the power and esteem, continuing to entertain the joke. That was a good sign.

Elia put on a thinking face, “Hm,” she mused. “So many selfish things I have in mind. Maybe have my own castle built, to my own personal tastes. Perhaps even a statue of myself. Oh, and all the pretty things I could have.” All vain things that Elia didn’t much care about. Well, pretty things she liked but she already had enough of those. None of these things were what she’d actually do with her marital status.

“Or I could do silly, boring things like bettering the lives of everyone in the Seven Kingdoms,” she shrugged, that small grin on her face making it evident she was still teasing. Though, she certainly wouldn’t mind working towards something to make life easier. For anyone, particularly those lesser in rank. Those with no rank. But she supposed that was just a dream.

It would all be Rhaegar’s decisions when he became King. If Aerys ever let him. ‘Aerys’s end will come eventually.’ Elia told herself. Whether he dies or willingly gives up the throne. Not that she wished any of that upon the King. But he was scary and she couldn’t help that everyone would be relieved when Aerys’s time came.

 

[Lucyfer]

Aemilia’s lips twisted into a smirk as she came to Oberyn. She wanted to pull a mock-bow, but didn’t. She could still feel eyes burning holes into her as she came up to the prince, “Thank you – it was meant to be.” She heard the accusation in his tone. He should be accusing her. She was looking forward to the day she could return to Dorne, to drink with him, and tell him the truth, why Tywin was dead, and who she was, before she went to tear Braavos apart for what happened to the Last Lord Tarbeck.

If nothing else, she still kept the Reyne talent of causing a scene for people who didn’t want scenes. Or problems. Or anything. The Reynes had definitely been a pain for the Lannisters for a while, and Aemilia reveled in the thought that Tywin wasn’t an idiot, but he too arrogant.

He’d be blindsided. “I still hate that song,” she added to Oberyn, stepping into the circle with him and Saige, and giving Saige a nod, expression softening a bit as she looked over the other woman, as if assessing whether or not she was damaged. She shouldn’t need to, but she was still a touch worried about her after the incident with Aerys.

She did notice where Saige’s eyes had gone, and again rethought the first words that came to mind. ‘Am I about to be stabbed in the back?’ Obviously she was. She was in King’s Landing. She just had to trust that Pyke would get to them first. She wasn’t going to do well at being submissive and obedient all of the time, she knew herself too well for that. Even with all the Essence of Nightshade in the world. She made a note to talk to Oberyn about ‘spices’ later. Not then.

He’d connect it all too easily back to Tywin. She should put space between the events.

She brought a hand to her forehead, realizing, “I’m thinking too much again. I think 5 is my limit for now.” She’d push it later. “So how long until you leave the Red Keep, Oberyn? And how long are you staying, Saige?” She didn’t know if there was a schedule for Saige, or if she was doomed to be here a while.


They were both definitely still learning about each other. Rhaegar was glad her relief became apparent, after his own shock. Their expressions and communication were still in dialogue, trying to figure each other out. She started to think, and as she listed off things, he knew she was kidding. At least that much was clear to him, and he couldn’t help but allow a glimmer of amusement to touch his purple eyes as he watched her going through the things he might expect to hear from Cersei Lannister.

“I think I like the silly thing of making people’s lives better,” he said, keeping up with the play in his tone, but not at all with the truth of his words, “but then, I already have the castle and pretty things,” he added, as if bettering people’s lives was the only thing left to do.

He noted Tywin’s return to the dais after the Rains, which he found odd. Tywin was usually gone by this time in the celebrations, he rarely lingered, let alone returned.

“What is it the people of Dorne have need of?” He asked, then, “You have a bastard sister – I do not mean offense by bringing it up, but you must have more insight into what people of…lower stations are looking for.” This was definitely not the fun sorts of things her sister probably had in mind for them to be discussing, but these were some of the important things, as King and Queen.

Not as lovers, no, but he could not find himself thinking of her that way even with the wine he kept sipping on. A good partner, perhaps, but not…a lover.