[She's pacing as she reads this missive. She was flustered and annoyed, mumbling to herself about impropriety and the very nerve that Daemon displayed. Her composed demeanor disappeared, broken from its shell, leaving her near crazy at his attempts to-
What? Was it wooing? Was it simply to get under her skin? She was having trouble predicting him. All she could do was remind herself of his reputation. His tendency towards violence, his temper, the women he surrounded himself with. It broke any smooth attempts he might try. So long as she kept that image of him, she wouldn't feel a stirring in her chest and she wouldn't flush.
Certainly there would be no pleasure at receiving a raven, even if they were only bickering.]
Yet the king will not allow you to break your marriage. So long as it stands, no lady will consider your gestures or overtures.
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Date: 2022-11-06 02:06 am (UTC)What? Was it wooing? Was it simply to get under her skin? She was having trouble predicting him. All she could do was remind herself of his reputation. His tendency towards violence, his temper, the women he surrounded himself with. It broke any smooth attempts he might try. So long as she kept that image of him, she wouldn't feel a stirring in her chest and she wouldn't flush.
Certainly there would be no pleasure at receiving a raven, even if they were only bickering.]
Yet the king will not allow you to break your marriage. So long as it stands, no lady will consider your gestures or overtures.