There are eyes on them and that does nothing to abate Alicent's fears. She wished to excuse herself, to search their rooms thoroughly, to harshly question some of her father's men, it would at least be acting on her anxiety. There was always temporary relief for that. Unfortunately, the bride needed to remain, eventually being carried off for the bedding ceremony.
Alicent turned her eyes downcast, assuming a demure demeanor. It would look as though she were shyly conversing with her husband, coyly anticipating the coming night. Her voice was strained though, tightened by emotion. "I was near sent away. When I was to be put in the carriage, a servant appeared and whispered in my father's ear. He stopped the plans and sent me back to my room." It might appear to be innocuous to others, but certainly Daemon could recognize why she was afraid? Why she believed something might happen.
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Date: 2022-08-26 01:06 am (UTC)Alicent turned her eyes downcast, assuming a demure demeanor. It would look as though she were shyly conversing with her husband, coyly anticipating the coming night. Her voice was strained though, tightened by emotion. "I was near sent away. When I was to be put in the carriage, a servant appeared and whispered in my father's ear. He stopped the plans and sent me back to my room." It might appear to be innocuous to others, but certainly Daemon could recognize why she was afraid? Why she believed something might happen.
"He's relented too easily."