ThatAidris



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    “Do you know,” Lyonel said at last, studying her, “you stand as if the gods might take notes? Straight spine. Careful hands. As though the Seven will peer down and say yes, that one is behaving correctly.”

    The princess did not answer. Lord Baratheon noticed quite early that his lady wife was not much of a conversationalist. Not much of a dancer nor a drinker, either. Her eyes only flicked to him – cool and watchful.

    It made Lyonel smirk. “Maekar’s work”, he added lightly. Hammer it in early and it never cracks. Gods forbid she bends. Bending is how things break.

    She lifted her chin a fraction. Not defiance. Barely curiosity.

    He drank again, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand before stepping closer. “You don’t look when I expect it. You don’t laugh when I expect it. You don’t even speak when I expect it,” he said, almost accusing. “That is dangerous. Makes a man try harder.”

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    19 Feb 2026