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Post by Deleted on Jan 3, 2014 3:27:31 GMT -5
Naeterys turned to look at Elseyris and gave her a comforting smile. She hadn't even considered that Elseyris might consider her brother more impressive than her, so there was no issue there, but the way the girl behaved in that moment was something that was beneath them as Targaryens, that was something she expected from one of the lesser bloods at court. "You should never apologize for something you didn't do, Elly, never. You have Valyrian blood in your veins and that put you above most people and you should never show them that you might have made a mistake, that might give them ideas that they are our equals and that is something that I ever want to even consider happening." she said and looked Elseyris straight in the eye. "And we'll have to save the tale of my favorite battle for a later hour. I think we've been standing in the hallway long enough now and I wouldn't want the food I have had the servants prepare go to waste." She escorted them all to the small dining room that she held in the back of the town house. It wasn't a very large room, but big enough to hold a table with at least a dozen chairs. There were paintings of dragons in flight, war scenes from the Conquests and family portraits hanging on the walls and there were several cupboards along the northern wall which probably held drinks of all sorts. Naeterys took her seat at the head of the table before she showed the guests to take a seat of their own. Elseyris listened intently to her aunt, then nodded solemnly. "I understand." The paintings in the dining room never ceased to enthrall her. Every detail was fascinating. She went dutifully to her seat, but her head swiveled around as she admired her favourite pieces. "What are we having? Did one of you hunt it?" |
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Post by Deleted on Jan 3, 2014 3:28:38 GMT -5
Naeterys turned to look at Elseyris and gave her a comforting smile. She hadn't even considered that Elseyris might consider her brother more impressive than her, so there was no issue there, but the way the girl behaved in that moment was something that was beneath them as Targaryens, that was something she expected from one of the lesser bloods at court. "You should never apologize for something you didn't do, Elly, never. You have Valyrian blood in your veins and that put you above most people and you should never show them that you might have made a mistake, that might give them ideas that they are our equals and that is something that I ever want to even consider happening." she said and looked Elseyris straight in the eye. "And we'll have to save the tale of my favorite battle for a later hour. I think we've been standing in the hallway long enough now and I wouldn't want the food I have had the servants prepare go to waste." She escorted them all to the small dining room that she held in the back of the town house. It wasn't a very large room, but big enough to hold a table with at least a dozen chairs. There were paintings of dragons in flight, war scenes from the Conquests and family portraits hanging on the walls and there were several cupboards along the northern wall which probably held drinks of all sorts. Naeterys took her seat at the head of the table before she showed the guests to take a seat of their own. Baelor followed, his hands behind his back. "Elseyris, I am willing to admit that my older sister is better than I in certain fields, as long as she is willing to acknowledge that I am better than her in others." He glanced over at Naeterys for approval, but glanced back to his niece without needing it in order to pull out a chair for her. Elseyris glanced between her aunt and uncle, unsure if this was still playful banter or not. |
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Post by Deleted on Jan 3, 2014 3:58:43 GMT -5
Baelor followed, his hands behind his back. "Elseyris, I am willing to admit that my older sister is better than I in certain fields, as long as she is willing to acknowledge that I am better than her in others." He glanced over at Naeterys for approval, but glanced back to his niece without needing it in order to pull out a chair for her. Elseyris listened intently to her aunt, then nodded solemnly. "I understand." The paintings in the dining room never ceased to enthrall her. Every detail was fascinating. She went dutifully to her seat, but her head swiveled around as she admired her favourite pieces. "What are we having? Did one of you hunt it?" Naeterys turned her head toward her and giving the man a small smile. "When have I ever made you think that there are not things that you are better skilled in than me, dear brother. No matter how much I would train, I'd ever become as silver-tongued as you and we've already established that you are more skilled with a bow, even if I don't agree with you upon the particulars concerning which requires most skill." she said and escorted them inside the dining room. She clapped with her hands and soon two servants entered the room, bearing the first dish for the evening. The plates held small bowls of some kind of soup and there was also some kind of dark bread that smelled delicious. "I guess you'll just have to eat and taste it yourself, Elseyris. I wish that I could say that I was the one who had felled it myself, but with our present situation, hunting isn't as easy when you have two clumsy but quite friendly guards accompany you around at most places." |
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Post by Deleted on Jan 3, 2014 4:04:36 GMT -5
Baelor followed, his hands behind his back. "Elseyris, I am willing to admit that my older sister is better than I in certain fields, as long as she is willing to acknowledge that I am better than her in others." He glanced over at Naeterys for approval, but glanced back to his niece without needing it in order to pull out a chair for her. Elseyris listened intently to her aunt, then nodded solemnly. "I understand." The paintings in the dining room never ceased to enthrall her. Every detail was fascinating. She went dutifully to her seat, but her head swiveled around as she admired her favourite pieces. "What are we having? Did one of you hunt it?" Naeterys turned her head toward her and giving the man a small smile. "When have I ever made you think that there are not things that you are better skilled in than me, dear brother. No matter how much I would train, I'd ever become as silver-tongued as you and we've already established that you are more skilled with a bow, even if I don't agree with you upon the particulars concerning which requires most skill." she said and escorted them inside the dining room. She clapped with her hands and soon two servants entered the room, bearing the first dish for the evening. The plates held small bowls of some kind of soup and there was also some kind of dark bread that smelled delicious. "I guess you'll just have to eat and taste it yourself, Elseyris. I wish that I could say that I was the one who had felled it myself, but with our present situation, hunting isn't as easy when you have two clumsy but quite friendly guards accompany you around at most places." "Yes, I suppose that is a problem," conceded Elseyris, reaching for the bread. "Will we always have to be guarded? Even with your sword skills and Uncle's archery, surely we're not that dangerous. We aren't doing anything wrong, after all." Her breezy tone left it uncertain whether she was being subversive, or genuinely naive about the situation. |
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Post by Lord Baelor Targaryen on Jan 3, 2014 4:06:00 GMT -5
"I am inclined to agree with you on that matter, Naeterys," Baelor says with a slight chuckle, "In terms of the guard, I mean. There are always some men clad in some cloak of some color or another attempting to make sure that another member of the royal family does not fall."
He takes a spoonful of the soup and pauses a moment to taste it, like a connoisseur savoring some wine from the Arbor, "Delicious. Might I ask what's in it. Curiosity's sake, of course."
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Post by Deleted on Jan 3, 2014 4:38:06 GMT -5
"Yes, I suppose that is a problem," conceded Elseyris, reaching for the bread. "Will we always have to be guarded? Even with your sword skills and Uncle's archery, surely we're not that dangerous. We aren't doing anything wrong, after all." Her breezy tone left it uncertain whether she was being subversive, or genuinely naive about the situation. "I am inclined to agree with you on that matter, Naeterys," Baelor says with a slight chuckle, "In terms of the guard, I mean. There are always some men clad in some cloak of some color or another attempting to make sure that another member of the royal family does not fall." He takes a spoonful of the soup and pauses a moment to taste it, like a connoisseur savoring some wine from the Arbor, "Delicious. Might I ask what's in it. Curiosity's sake, of course." Naeterys wished she could have answered her niece's question truthfully, but she never knew who might be listening in on their conversations, or if her brother was not a spy himself, running back to King Maegor to grovel for a piece of scrap to eat. She had had no part in her late brother's rebellion nor did she think that her brother had any right to the throne either, their own father had renounced his succession and therefore his children had no longer a right to take the Iron Throne, but she would never have good eye toward her nephew who seemed not that different than his namesake father. "That is up to his Grace to decide, Elseyris. I do hope that we'll be given a little more freedom soon. I haven't been flying freely for a long time, and I know that Veraxes is getting restless down in the Dragonpit and that is never good for his mood-swings. Your father's act has put us in a delicate situation and it is hard for us to prove that we are loyal if we are not given the chance to do so." She took a taste from the soup as well, though she dipped a piece of bread in it as well, before answering her brother. "I believe it's a version of a dornish dish made of onion, cheese, egg and fiery peppers. I have made them add some trout to it to make it more substantial. I like to have the servants experiment with the foods as that is about the only excitment one can find these days" she said and sighed. "And the bread is made of rye flour and has a sprinkle of cinnamon in it." |
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Post by Lord Baelor Targaryen on Jan 3, 2014 4:42:03 GMT -5
"That would explain the heat in both dishes," Baelor responded, "Makes me feel even more like a dragon myself, breathing the the heat that it provides." He offers a chuckle to enlighten the spirits of his sister and niece. He was not one to grovel before his nephew, but he did consider his brother's act foolish, and stood against it with extreme prejudice. In a war lasting as long as this one had, the royal family could not afford to be divided.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 3, 2014 9:02:47 GMT -5
"Yes, I suppose that is a problem," conceded Elseyris, reaching for the bread. "Will we always have to be guarded? Even with your sword skills and Uncle's archery, surely we're not that dangerous. We aren't doing anything wrong, after all." Her breezy tone left it uncertain whether she was being subversive, or genuinely naive about the situation. "I am inclined to agree with you on that matter, Naeterys," Baelor says with a slight chuckle, "In terms of the guard, I mean. There are always some men clad in some cloak of some color or another attempting to make sure that another member of the royal family does not fall." He takes a spoonful of the soup and pauses a moment to taste it, like a connoisseur savoring some wine from the Arbor, "Delicious. Might I ask what's in it. Curiosity's sake, of course." Naeterys wished she could have answered her niece's question truthfully, but she never knew who might be listening in on their conversations, or if her brother was not a spy himself, running back to King Maegor to grovel for a piece of scrap to eat. She had had no part in her late brother's rebellion nor did she think that her brother had any right to the throne either, their own father had renounced his succession and therefore his children had no longer a right to take the Iron Throne, but she would never have good eye toward her nephew who seemed not that different than his namesake father. "That is up to his Grace to decide, Elseyris. I do hope that we'll be given a little more freedom soon. I haven't been flying freely for a long time, and I know that Veraxes is getting restless down in the Dragonpit and that is never good for his mood-swings. Your father's act has put us in a delicate situation and it is hard for us to prove that we are loyal if we are not given the chance to do so." She took a taste from the soup as well, though she dipped a piece of bread in it as well, before answering her brother. "I believe it's a version of a dornish dish made of onion, cheese, egg and fiery peppers. I have made them add some trout to it to make it more substantial. I like to have the servants experiment with the foods as that is about the only excitment one can find these days" she said and sighed. "And the bread is made of rye flour and has a sprinkle of cinnamon in it." "It's lovely, thank you," said Elseyris, enthusiastically dunking a chunk of bread into the soup, chewing it a little more loudly than was polite. |
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Post by Vhagar on Jan 3, 2014 9:22:03 GMT -5
Jeyne, who had been very quiet, finally spoke up.
"My lady is so kind to provide Dornish food for me," she said. "I miss home so much, even now. May I thank you on behalf of myself and my daughters. I begin to fear I could not manage the heat of our hottest dishes if I ever returned to Dorne. It has been so long!"
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Post by Deleted on Jan 3, 2014 11:13:13 GMT -5
Naeterys shook her head, wondering why her family thought that she made any decisions in favor of them.
"There is no need to thank me, Jeyne. Dornish food is basically the only thing that I eat that comes from this city and the lands around. One would think that such a large realm would know how to spice their foods, but to me it looks like the Dornish is the only one's who know how to. Like my dear brother said, it makes one feel more like a dragon." she said and offered her and her a awkward smile. "I understand that you are missing your home, but I guess you are staying here for your children's sake? I couldn't wait to get out of Hornvale when my departed husband was killed by the Faith."
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Post by Vhagar on Jan 3, 2014 11:21:35 GMT -5
Jeyne shook her head. "How could I leave my children here? I do not have the choice, Naeterys. Even if the king allowed me to go, I would not be allowed to take the girls. I was refused permission to go after my husband died, because my children are blood of the dragon and must be kept close." Jeyne sighed and toyed with her food. "I have not wanted to be here for a very long time, but the choice is not mine to make. I am not a free woman."
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Post by Deleted on Jan 3, 2014 11:44:05 GMT -5
Naeterys looked at both Visenya and Elseyris before turning to their mother.
"Visenya is an adult and about my when I was betrothed to my late husband and Elseyris is almost grown up as well, Jeyne. You can't stay with them forever now can you. If you are afraid for their safety I can promise you that both me and Baelor will be more than willing to keep an eye on them while you return to Dorne. I mean like you said that they are blood of the dragon and that comes with certain responsibility that you can not teach them." she said and placed a comforting hand upon Jeyne's hand, which wasn't something that Naeterys did often if ever.
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Post by Vhagar on Jan 3, 2014 11:54:42 GMT -5
Jeyne looked at the other woman's hand for a moment before she met her gaze.
"You are very kind, my lady, but it is not proper for me to leave my daughters in the dragon's lair. The old witch wants them dead, I know it. She would cast a spell or slit their throats if I left the capital, I know it. And who would dare question such a highborn lady? I had to hire a servant to taste all our food before we eat it," Jeyne confided. "She is your own kin, I know, but she is a horrid creature." She shuddered and took a bite of food, chewing and swallowing before she spoke again. "His Grace would never let me go, either. He's determined to have me in his bed some day. It's getting harder and harder to refuse without actually saying no." She blinked back threatening tears. "I'm so lucky he hasn't broken down my door yet and taken me by force."
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Post by Deleted on Jan 3, 2014 19:33:10 GMT -5
Elseyris, listening intently to this exchange, muttered quietly, yet defiantly, in response to her mother's words;
"If anyone tried to slit my throat, I'd knock their block off."
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all alone and also really bored 
Hopefully going to kickstart the festival too