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Post by Horas on Jan 10, 2014 11:48:46 GMT -5
Aegon summons his family to the command tent once again. The hour is late and the mood is grim. Those who are abed are pulled out of it, those who have seen the commotion are brought to the command tent on Aegon's strict orders. A secret like this was would fester like an untreated wound if left alone. One of their own had died that night, and his family deserved to know why.
Aegon is already there. He stands in his armor, looking grim as death and utterly exhausted. The only tolerated absences are Aemy and Maekar.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 10, 2014 11:55:39 GMT -5
Daenya arrived, after having quickly changed into a simple, pale blue dress. Her hair was uncombed and she looked pale.
She looked at Aegon and opened her mouth, then closed it again. He would speak, once they were all there. She quietly made her way over to him and squeezed him.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 10, 2014 11:57:06 GMT -5
Elseyris stood with her Prince, her face solemn and thoughtful, absent-mindedly stroking the front of her gorget with a gloved finger. As they waited for the others, she glanced at Aegon's face, seeing the tumult there.
Not sure of the right of what she was doing, she placed one hand on his back, hoping to comfort him somewhat. She knew not what to say, so she merely remained mutely in that position, until the first footsteps approached, at which she withdrew her hand, folding her arms.
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Post by Vhagar on Jan 10, 2014 11:59:17 GMT -5
Valarr arrives after Daenya. He was grim and silent, already wondering how he would explain the situation to Rhaella. Though mother and daughter had never been close, he knew Aemy's death would hurt his sister and he hoped he would be able to offer some comfort when the time came. After all, Aemy was her eldest daughter. And he'd not take it well if it were one of his own daughters. He looked over at Aegon.
"Nephew, I must ask a favour. Let me be the one to tell the Queen."
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Post by Horas on Jan 10, 2014 12:10:02 GMT -5
Aegon hugged his youngest sister tightly when she wrapped her arms around him, but only for a brief moment. He wanted desperately to be Aegon the big brother, to reassure her and tell her it would be alright. But right now he needed to be Aegon, Prince of Dragonstone, commander of the King's army.
He let Daenya go and gave Valarr a look like death. "Speak when you are spoken to," Aegon said harshly. Valarr did not deserve his anger, but now more than ever it was important to assert his command. Aegon waited for the rest of his family.
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Post by Queen Rhaena Targaryen on Jan 10, 2014 13:03:29 GMT -5
Rhaena arrived just after Valarr, looking tired and as if she had not long woken up. Despite the late hour she had still come with bow and sword. She entered rubbing one eye and looking round at the dire looking faces of some of her family members. It was obvious she knew none of what had gone one.
She had planned on saying something deadpan and sarcastic, annoyed at having been woken, but the expressions gave her pause.
"What is it?"
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Post by Deleted on Jan 10, 2014 13:25:06 GMT -5
Daenerys entered the tent, having confirmed that Aemy's body had indeed been removed from the field and placed to a hastily-built funeral pyre. Her sword was hanging at her hip again and when she looked down, she noticed that she was still in these bloody riding clothes, but found herself caring very little about that now.
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Post by Lord Jacaerys Velaryon on Jan 10, 2014 15:16:44 GMT -5
Rhaegar Targaryen had been confused when woken, but had swiftly been appraised that Princess Aemy had died. He arrived fully armed, and as usual his face impassive. He entered Aegon's tent to see his youngest sister already present. Warily, he nodded greetings to her, but said nothing.
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Post by Horas on Jan 10, 2014 16:57:59 GMT -5
Once everyone is assembled, Aegon speaks.
"Aemy is dead." There was no way to soften the blow. "She conspired to murder me and the king, and so take the throne for herself. Maekar received a missive from His Grace telling of this, and giving him an order. In accordance with his duty as a Knight Inquisitor, he killed Aemy for her treason." Aegon closed his eyes briefly, then reopened them. "Though her heart turned treacherous in the end, she was still a royal princess of the blood and my sister. She will have a Targaryen funeral pyre in the morning."
"It does not change our orders." It was a cold statement, but if Aegon was not cold he feared he would lose control of himself as Maekar had, and he could not let that happen with the burden of command on his shoulders. "We march tomorrow, after the pyre. We take Oldtown and we end this war." His eyes flick to Valarr specifically. "Maekar has left us for a time. He will return before we reach Oldtown. You do not have my leave to fly to the Queen, Valarr. You will be my second in Maekar's absence, and you are required with the host."
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Post by Vhagar on Jan 10, 2014 17:10:30 GMT -5
Valarr listened in silence to Aegon, his fists clenching. Aegon's sharpness had angered him but he was willing to let it pass due to grief and anxiety and the stresses of command.
"As you wish," he acknowledged. "I am content to remain with the army as duty demands and I will gladly accept any duties you lay upon me. I'd no intention of leaving the host. I meant only that I should be the one to tell Her Grace when our forces unite after the fighting is over. In the meantime, when this meeting is done, I will stand vigil over Aemy's corpse until the pyre is lit. Somebody should. Traitor or not, she is still my sister's child, and I owe it to her mother."
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Post by The Gambler on Jan 10, 2014 18:41:17 GMT -5
Trajan remained near the back of the gathering, eyes alight with a lively energy that seemed out of place on his usually cold visage. To his credit, he at least had the good sense not to smile.
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Post by Queen Rhaena Targaryen on Jan 10, 2014 18:50:58 GMT -5
"Do you not think she gave up all rights to a proper funeral pyre when she betrayed all of us and conspired to kill you and Father? She clearly didn't view herself as part of our family anymore," Rhaena spoke up. The news had shocked her initially, but it didn't take long for the anger at the betrayal to come to the surface.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 10, 2014 20:08:24 GMT -5
"What she did doesn't change her blood, or her birth," Daenya said, though her voice was quiet. She did not want to argue with her sister, had felt angry as well, but she held firm to he belief in family, or what was left of it regarding Aemy.
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Post by Queen Rhaena Targaryen on Jan 10, 2014 20:18:54 GMT -5
"What she did, Daenya, is piss on her blood and her birth with this. She may as well have put the dagger in your back and mine as well, and no doubt it would have been had she been born the youngest," Rhaena replied, not in an unkind voice to her younger sister, "What she did was put herself above everything, despite what everyone in the realm is going through, she put herself first, like she always has done."
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Post by Horas on Jan 10, 2014 20:45:08 GMT -5
Aegon nodded at Valarr. "See to it," he agreed.
Aegon looked at Rhaena. "She did," Aegon answered. "And she will still receive a funeral pyre. I do not command anyone's presence at it."
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Post by Foo Foo Cuddly-poops on Jan 10, 2014 21:03:04 GMT -5
Aemon is present, he is still wearing his armor from earlier though this time his halberd is strapped to his back. He listens in on the conversation unbelieving, though he now understands much of the last conversation that he had with the deceased princess.
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Post by Lord Baelor Targaryen on Jan 10, 2014 21:12:19 GMT -5
Baelor is standing near the end of the table, his eyes hard. Aemy Targaryen, trying to usurp the king? Who would have guessed... He listens carefully, trying to make heads or tails of the situation.
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all alone and also really bored 
Hopefully going to kickstart the festival too