Should she be surprised to see @beaconprice still indoors at the Red Keep on a weekend? She thought he'd be out wreaking havoc.
@ofkingslay
"Is the full pat-down wholly necessary?"
Aliandra keeps both her arms extended to the sides all the same. This is why she hates visiting the Red Keep.
"I pinky promise I'm not carrying a secret knife under my dress straps."
The prince's cool facade only fades to open room for a more entertained look, a glint akin to respect. One not easily earned. A curl of the lip that's less royal and more mortal, a man recognizing a boldness or confidence he knew was bubbling under the surface.
"Prudence," she -
- precision. An admirable trait to have. Near distracting, if one were prone to flights of fantasy.
"Is that what you seek now, Your Highness?" she asks, her voice adopting the low tone of Aemond's own. Whether she means to poke and challenge or merely sate a curiosity, who is -
|| feeling tempted to make a med!verse for aliandra. and perhaps an au for the main got tl?? who knows
"Less often when I'm involved."
One need only look at the past week's happenings: Who was the only Martell at court who had no scandal to speak of? Aliandra is not her father, and even less is she her brother โ when the cameras fall on her, when the whispers trail after her -
- herself, Prince Aemond was born to the devious games of King's Landing's court. Rose in it. Thrived in it. It would do her well to pick up what she can from it, draw some plays to avoid the venomous bite of the capital's vipers.
"Plenty such places in the world for a noble -






