[ Aemond, kneeling, for anyone but a king. He never thought he'd see the day, and certainly would never have thought to ask him to. That it happens at all is...scary, almost, a curtain pulled back so quickly that it almost startles. It's different, from when the prince kisses the maiden's hand in the fairy tales. Vulnerable, fraught, and miles away from happily ever after for anyone. Tim swallows, unsure still of where this is going, but looks down at him as warmly as he has this entire time. ]
I remember.
[ Vividly. Early on, during the first round of the werewolf game when Tim was still getting the measure of him, before he became a regular and necessary presence and a friend, rather than just Alicent's son. The way he'd told it, as if these kinds of things just happen - family is grief and offense and torment - had stuck with him, burrowed into his brain and poisoned him against Aegon before he ever arrived. ]
It was wrong, what happened. You deserved to have your own choice. Especially that young. But I'm not sure I-- did I do something to upset you yesterday, when we...?
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Date: 2024-11-24 04:41 am (UTC)I remember.
[ Vividly. Early on, during the first round of the werewolf game when Tim was still getting the measure of him, before he became a regular and necessary presence and a friend, rather than just Alicent's son. The way he'd told it, as if these kinds of things just happen - family is grief and offense and torment - had stuck with him, burrowed into his brain and poisoned him against Aegon before he ever arrived. ]
It was wrong, what happened. You deserved to have your own choice. Especially that young. But I'm not sure I-- did I do something to upset you yesterday, when we...?