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High Valyrian. The language of my forebears.

[ he makes a point to say my instead of ours, to make clear that this is not a shared knowledge between himself and his mother. yet another failing of his father's, that his wife is possessed of such intelligence and he had not sought to make use of it, or teach her of their ways. ]

I am highly fluent in both spoken and written form; only Daemon or Rhaenyra would compare, though Jacaerys is passable and Baela I have not had the opportunity to engage yet. Aegon cannot read it, to my dismay and always; he has the mind for it but not the taste.

We could, if needed, leave each other letters for each other. We would be the only ones to know how to read them, even if wandering eyes should see what we've written down.

It's a big of a learning curve, I'll admit, but I'm happy to share what I know of it.

[breeding]

[ It's been a long time since he's really had to study anything — he'd gone through schooling as a boy, alongside repeated tests of his physical abilities — and were the circumstances not what they are (e.g. were he not suspicious of this place, of most of the people within it), he'd likely rebuff the offer, say he doesn't see the point in it. But given the way things do stand, he thinks, shrugs, and says, ]

Alright, I'll bite.

[ Though there's no guarantee of exactly how good of a student he'll be. He's always chafed at authority, but this isn't— that, exactly. It's something shared, right? Something for them to do together.

He looks down at the notebook again, leafing through a couple of pages. ]

How long'd it take you to get the hang of it?