[ trust does not come easily to alicent after all she has suffered at the hands of husbands and friends, companions and confidants. she tenses, at his first response, unsure whether he means to impress his own might upon her.
a feverish panic overtakes her neighbours but alicent remains still. in the memory and in the now, her already too-big brown eyes round and wet, looking upon one who might spare her. the princess rhaenys, frightening but fair, atop her scaly steed. louis, friendly but frightening, red-mouth and crowned in flowers. ]
I trust you more than our hosts.
[ and that shall have to be enough. she flits past unimportant questions like how she can hear him or what led to this wretched display in the first place. her attention flits from louis to the door she came through. ]
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a feverish panic overtakes her neighbours but alicent remains still. in the memory and in the now, her already too-big brown eyes round and wet, looking upon one who might spare her. the princess rhaenys, frightening but fair, atop her scaly steed. louis, friendly but frightening, red-mouth and crowned in flowers. ]
I trust you more than our hosts.
[ and that shall have to be enough. she flits past unimportant questions like how she can hear him or what led to this wretched display in the first place. her attention flits from louis to the door she came through. ]
Which way?