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Post by Foo Foo Cuddly-poops on Jan 28, 2014 1:35:02 GMT -5
The tent that Prince Aemon resides in for his stay at Oldtown. After the battle the healers let Aemon return here to recover from his injuries and to make more room for other soldiers of less privilege.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 28, 2014 12:13:48 GMT -5
Elseyris approached the tent, requesting a moment of Prince Aemon's time.
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Post by Foo Foo Cuddly-poops on Jan 28, 2014 12:41:38 GMT -5
The tent flap is open and Aemon is inside the tent, he is laying on the cot inside with a half empty bottle of milk of the poppy on a table beside him.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 28, 2014 12:57:17 GMT -5
Elseyris tentatively approached Aemon's cot, and spoke softly;
"Your Grace? Please forgive my intrusion, but I wished to speak with you briefly, if you are willing."
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Post by Foo Foo Cuddly-poops on Jan 28, 2014 13:16:16 GMT -5
Aemon stares at Elseyris groggily and with somewhat clouded eyes as the milk of the poppy dulls his pain and senses. "Aye, I'm not doing anything else currently." He says, "You will have to excuse me for not getting up, Lady Elseyris."
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Post by Deleted on Jan 28, 2014 13:45:13 GMT -5
"I see you yet have a sense of humour, Your Grace," Elsey replied, with a tight smile.
"I wanted to express my condolences. Azuria was Nenyan's mother, so I suppose I felt something of a kinship there. I heard from Ser Maekar that someone had tried to loot her remains. Such horrible disrespect. I know that things between our respective corners of the family have been fraught, but, in the name of my respect for Azuria, and your valour against the Dragonbane, is there anything I can do?"
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Post by Foo Foo Cuddly-poops on Jan 28, 2014 13:59:57 GMT -5
Aemon blinks slowly multiple times before responding, "Whats done is done, I am looking for the kid responsible. But until then those responsible have escaped justice." He claims, ignoring for the moment the broader topic of Azuria being dead as if it was a wound that was to fresh on his soul.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 28, 2014 14:01:45 GMT -5
"As you say, Your Grace. Do you have a name? I can listen out for it."
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Post by Foo Foo Cuddly-poops on Jan 28, 2014 14:04:42 GMT -5
"Agrivane." Aemon says his voice dripping as much venom as the milk of the poppy didn't hide. "Some red haired punk, who was in service to Princess Daenya."
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Post by Deleted on Jan 28, 2014 14:05:49 GMT -5
"Princess Daenya?!" Elsey exclaimed, quickly hushing her voice again;
"Did she command him to do it?"
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Post by Foo Foo Cuddly-poops on Jan 28, 2014 14:08:49 GMT -5
"When he was caught he claimed that she forced him to do it, when I confronted her about it she refused the accusation claiming he did it because he was smitten with her." Aemon claims, as he stares up at the top of his tent, in such a way that Elseyris isn't even sure that Aemon knows who he is talking to.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 28, 2014 14:13:53 GMT -5
"Well, with her...affliction, we may never know the truth. I shall look out for him, in case he is foolish enough to remain here. If I learn anything of use, I shall inform you. I would see him face justice too. I shall not trouble you any further, Your Grace. I thank you for your time."
She looked at Aemon with sadness at how broken he seemed, then left the tent.
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Post by Foo Foo Cuddly-poops on Jan 28, 2014 14:19:27 GMT -5
Aemon muttered what seemed like thanks as she left the tent, though as he continued talking even after she left. It was quite obvious that the milk of the poppy had obviously taken over some of his wits by that point.
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Post by Vhagar on Jan 28, 2014 14:48:03 GMT -5
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A while after her conversation with Rhaena, the queen arrived at her brother's tent to speak with him. She had been looking for her younger daughter, at first, but failed to find her. So she moved on to her next errand, which concerned Aemon. She looked into the tent to see if her brother was present.
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Post by Foo Foo Cuddly-poops on Jan 28, 2014 14:52:09 GMT -5
Aemon at this point in the day was awake and well, though he was in a considerable amount of pain and was about to down the rest of the milk of the poppy when his sister and queen entered the tent. "Your Grace." Aemon says politely, "Forgive me for not bowing sister dear." Aemon adds with a wince and a nod of his head provoking a further wince.
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Post by Vhagar on Jan 28, 2014 15:08:12 GMT -5
"Of course," she murmured. "I am sorry about Azuria, Aemon. She was a faithful creature. I hope you have been given the best medical attention?"
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Post by Foo Foo Cuddly-poops on Jan 28, 2014 15:13:08 GMT -5
"The very best that Oldtown has to offer, I imagine." He said sitting up against a wooden pole used to support the tent. "Though, the ribs are broken so, not much can be done except for letting them heal on their on." He said grimacing.
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Post by Vhagar on Jan 28, 2014 15:35:07 GMT -5
"That is unfortunate, but it cannot be helped. In the meantime, I hope I may be the bearer of good news. I have something to show you."
She reached inside her jerkin, pulled out a parchment which she unrolled to show him her own elegant script. It was clearly newly written, the ink could not have dried more than a few hours ago. The document named Aemon Targaryen as Lord of Oldtown with all its attendant titles, honours and revenues and dominion over the bannerhouses once sworn to House Hightower. It also granted him permission to raise a new castle within the Oldtown demense to replace the ruined Hightower. It was signed by Rhaella's own hand and sealed with the dragon of House Targaryen.
"It requires only the king's consent but I cannot imagine that he has cause to object. The city must be held."
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Post by Foo Foo Cuddly-poops on Jan 28, 2014 15:43:50 GMT -5
Aemon smiles painfully, "That is very good news." He says while skimming over the first few lines. "I guess that puts an end to my days as an executioner, though I'm sure Maegor will want me to get another mount first before he makes it official." He says trying to chuckle but fails miserably and ends up wincing with a frown.
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Post by Vhagar on Jan 28, 2014 15:53:57 GMT -5
Rhaella smiled a little sadly at her younger brother. She was fond of him though they didn't enjoy an especially close bond, and their dragons had been sisters.
"Of course he will. When you are well enough to travel, take a ship for Dragonstone and find your new mount."
She paused, thinking.
"I heard the traitorspawn Rhaegar and Elseyris lost their dragons too. Do you think they deserve the chance to claim new mounts?"
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Post by Foo Foo Cuddly-poops on Jan 28, 2014 16:02:18 GMT -5
Aemon thinks back to the long arduous days of the battle, "Rhaegar's mount was taken by the contraption known as the Father's Fist before we knew what it was capable of, it was not his own fault that Vermax was taken out. Nenyan on the other hand lost a leg in the early stages of the battle, she probably shouldn't even have been taken back into the battle with such a fresh injury." Aemon states weakly as the pain in his chest increases due to the diminishing affects of the milk of poppy.
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Post by Vhagar on Jan 28, 2014 16:42:12 GMT -5
"I shall bear that in mind," Rhaella answered. "And I shall speak to the king on this matter. It would be best to hear his thoughts on the matter before I let those two run off to Dragonstone. Thank you, Aemon. Get some rest. The governance of the south will fall into your hands soon enough."
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Post by Foo Foo Cuddly-poops on Jan 28, 2014 16:46:31 GMT -5
"Thank you Rhaella." Aemon says sincerely as he reaches over to the bottle. "I'll try to recover soon so that I can return back to the capital." Aemon says before lifting the bottle and downing it in a few quick gulps.
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Post by Vhagar on Jan 28, 2014 16:54:01 GMT -5
She bid him farewell and headed off to speak to someone about various other matters.
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Post by Daemon Waters on Jan 30, 2014 0:10:40 GMT -5
Arenya stepped into her brother's tent, looking at him. "I think that congratulations are in order, correct? Lord of Oldtown, is it?" She saw his wounds, but atleast he still lived. "And I am sorry for your loss of Azuria."
"I also heard about the little shits that desecrated her", frowning, Arenya took a seat,"Hopefully you will have them dealt with in true fashion."
"Are you healing well?"
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all alone and also really bored 
Hopefully going to kickstart the festival too