"Something close to 'Daemon' is much more pleasing." Teasing him was pleasing in the afterglow. Her fingertips brushed against the open sore on her neck. At least the blood had dried. "I will never be able to wear low neck gowns again."
"Is it really credit to me when it's born out of necessity from you?" She could only grin. "I think they know well why. They at least assume you've bruised me somehow."
"Mushroom believes you branded me with the price a man can purchase me for. He's claimed to have had me three times already." There's a not of distaste at that, even as she does her best to seem amused.
"We're not taking Mushroom to the Driftmark," Daemon says, flatly. "I like Shandy." His favorite fool, a beautiful woman if not for a face disfigured either by poor genetics or childhood injury-- no one knows, and she refuses to tell.
"I promised I'd find her a dragonseed husband. You can't throw a stone in the Narrow Sea without hitting at least twelve dragonseeds. It's," he yawns, "it's a safe thing to promise."
As a reward for loyalty, he means. He assumes Alicent can fill in the rest. Ronda's grandchildren need husbands and wives. Several of Daemon's favorites do as well. Daemon's own penchant for trusting and favoring blood above all else-- he doesn't think to question his logic.
"Shandy is more amusing." She at least had better wit than Mushroom, though perhaps Alicent is biased in that. As it is, she happens to keep secrets better than the rest. Alicent hadn't forgotten how she tasted the food on their wedding night and had done so subtly. That was worth keeping close.
So long as the dragonseed husband is loyal. "There may be a few that join your cause." In the Stepstones, she imagines that power has a way of earning respect. Never having heard much about the area or the sorts of men there, she can only imagine a rampant brutality. The sort of place that Daemon might do well as king.
The exact timing of such things is still unclear. The way he speaks about it, it could be tomorrow.
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"I promised I'd find her a dragonseed husband. You can't throw a stone in the Narrow Sea without hitting at least twelve dragonseeds. It's," he yawns, "it's a safe thing to promise."
As a reward for loyalty, he means. He assumes Alicent can fill in the rest. Ronda's grandchildren need husbands and wives. Several of Daemon's favorites do as well. Daemon's own penchant for trusting and favoring blood above all else-- he doesn't think to question his logic.
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So long as the dragonseed husband is loyal. "There may be a few that join your cause." In the Stepstones, she imagines that power has a way of earning respect. Never having heard much about the area or the sorts of men there, she can only imagine a rampant brutality. The sort of place that Daemon might do well as king.
The exact timing of such things is still unclear. The way he speaks about it, it could be tomorrow.