Welcome party for the Tyroshi

Aemon frowns slightly as he takes another bite of the poor animal that was on his plate. "What type of business transaction do you have in mind?" He asks curious as to what his cousin has in mind.

"Of course," Aegon agreed.  Duty was important to the crown prince, though he thought it a touch amusing that it was his unattached aunt who was instructing him on it.  Before he could remark on Arenya's less than resounding endorsement of his sisters, Elseyris approached them.

This was...  Visenya's little sister, Aegon thought.  They had not spoken a great deal in the past.  "Elseyris," Aegon greeted her in return.  "I am quite well.  Plenty of good food, good drink, and my family all around me.  Two out of three isn't bad."  He smiled with the joke to break the ice.  Many of his siblings disliked the daughters of the traitor Aenar, Aegon knew, but he could not share their feelings.  They had just been girls at the time, after all, and were not responsible for whatever made Aenar turn rotten.

"Oh?" Aemon says somewhat surprised, "My job is to punish those who have broken the laws of the land and those who our king feels no longer need to be alive. It isn't that much of a profitable area. But no, I have not heard of this Prisoner's Carnival concept." Aemon states.

Arenya smiled,"I know, I know what does your unmarried aunt know about it. Well nephew, in earnest I don't but I do that my brother and sister are happy together and will rule because they know the importance of their roles to the Realm." 

She then noticed the young girl approach them, Elseyris. She watched as Aegon spoke with her. In truth she could not blame the child for the actions of her father but she didn't think Aegon should be conversing with her either.

Aegon clinks his cup to Elseyris' when she makes her small toast. "It goes on," Aegon answers. "There is reason to believe the end is in sight, but our generals have said the same and been wrong before. I imagine once this business with the Tyroshi is over, father will gather our forces for a concentrated push. It is what I would do."

Rhaella turned from her conversation with Aemy and her face reflected shock when she saw her middle daughter. She had not expected to see Rhaena for at least a few weeks yet.

"Rhaena!" She hugged the girl in sheer relief and though she thought that Rhaena's outfit was not quite appropriate for the occasion, she was so relieved she didn't comment on it. "How is it that you are back home? Is there something wrong at Bitterbridge?" She frowned as she released Rhaena. "Or did we triumph at last?"

"I've never left the eastern coast, my lord. The Riverlands are just some faraway green, wet place where men go to wage war on eachother. I have been to Dorne, and I wll wager thst it is the opposite of your homeland." She laughed cheerfully. "As for your old gods, I can see why they would side with dragons. Both the old ways of Westerosand the ancient ways of Valyria would let men live free, though the Seven would have men bowing and scraping and begginng to be absolved of their transgressions."

"They're rather foppish looking, with that colored hair of theirs." Aegon did not like that the crown had to resort to foreign mercenaries to fight its own wars, but this was not the right time nor place to air that thought. "Still, I hear they are strong enough fighters."

"They do look rather odd, though I expect that, to them, we seem odd. Daenya will be duelling one of them tomorrow, so we shall indeed see what manner of fighters they are. Will you come to watch?"

Aegon smiled at Arenya's final compliment, though he wondered if it was meant to apply to his present company. He wishes her well as she goes.

But Elseyris' next words catch him by surprise. "A duel!" Aegon exclaimed. "Gods, how has she managed to offend one of them so gravely already?"

"You are right, and to be on dragonback is to feel godlike oneself, though it may be heresy to say such a thing. Perhaps one day you'll be lucky enough to charm your way into a moonlit ride on dragonback," Visenya said with a small coy smile, reaching out to brush a stray hair from his shoulder, then drawing bacl as if uncertain. "I'm sorry if I overstepped my bounds, there was just a bit of hair, there..."

His smile widened and he put his hand over hers, holding it still. His hands were large, his fingers long and nimble with a swordsman's callus.

"I have always wished to feel like a god. Fortunately, I know ways to make a woman feel like a goddess, ways that don't require a dragon. I'll show you if you let me ride your dragon."