"My Prince" or "Your Highness", if you'll insist on titles, but you've earned the privilege of calling me by my given name.
No, I think I prefer hearing you speak my name and freely.
[ aemond keeps his voice level as he says so, but some of the fondness in him bleeds out all the same. the quiet surprise in his voice, the mellowing of his posture, the pleased half-smile aemond tries to hide unsuccessfully.
but he does have the eyepatch worn for now. a new eye needs breaking in so he can get familiar with the weight of it. even if it were the same size and shape as his sapphire, a diamond has qualities unique to itself. the space where his eye once was is soft tissue covered over only by scarred skin; aemond knows he would feel the stone every moment that he's awake. ]
I brought you something. It's... slightly used, but you might appreciate what it offers.
[ a ledger, or a notebook as they call it here. it's a slim volume of perhaps fifty leaves, bound with wire, the front cover a plain matte red. inside is a legend for high valyrian writing. ]
We are often at the mercy of others and their searching eyes. There is a handful few here who would be able to read this, and fewer with any skill. [ himself, daemon, perhaps rhaenyra. ] This could offer some privacy, if you would like it.
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No, I think I prefer hearing you speak my name and freely.
[ aemond keeps his voice level as he says so, but some of the fondness in him bleeds out all the same. the quiet surprise in his voice, the mellowing of his posture, the pleased half-smile aemond tries to hide unsuccessfully.
but he does have the eyepatch worn for now. a new eye needs breaking in so he can get familiar with the weight of it. even if it were the same size and shape as his sapphire, a diamond has qualities unique to itself. the space where his eye once was is soft tissue covered over only by scarred skin; aemond knows he would feel the stone every moment that he's awake. ]
I brought you something. It's... slightly used, but you might appreciate what it offers.
[ a ledger, or a notebook as they call it here. it's a slim volume of perhaps fifty leaves, bound with wire, the front cover a plain matte red. inside is a legend for high valyrian writing. ]
We are often at the mercy of others and their searching eyes. There is a handful few here who would be able to read this, and fewer with any skill. [ himself, daemon, perhaps rhaenyra. ] This could offer some privacy, if you would like it.