[ what is fun? aemond's closest approximation to it is flying with vhagar, but it isn't an activity for his pleasure alone. he flies as a prince to enforce law and order, or raise fear among the smallfolk; in this aspect, flying has the faint poison of duty lacing through it.
he's willing to try something new for her, at the least. ]
The swings it is, then.
[ they're a different kind of swing β more two seats facing each other on a metal carriage, with a racked floor raised inches above the ground. the swings would mean sitting across from each other, but perhaps that's for the best in terms of propriety. aemond doesn't think his hands would wander, but he has a want for her touch, and he can be greedy.
he leads her up to the swings, steadying the frame so she wouldn't be thrown off her balance, then slips after her and takes the opposite bench from her. the cold isn't so heavy that the hinges are frozen over, but it is cold enough that the sky is clear, the moon luminous as it waxes overhead.
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he's willing to try something new for her, at the least. ]
The swings it is, then.
[ they're a different kind of swing β more two seats facing each other on a metal carriage, with a racked floor raised inches above the ground. the swings would mean sitting across from each other, but perhaps that's for the best in terms of propriety. aemond doesn't think his hands would wander, but he has a want for her touch, and he can be greedy.
he leads her up to the swings, steadying the frame so she wouldn't be thrown off her balance, then slips after her and takes the opposite bench from her. the cold isn't so heavy that the hinges are frozen over, but it is cold enough that the sky is clear, the moon luminous as it waxes overhead.
he points out a constellation to her, once he sights it. ]
There. That one, with five stars forming a letter. Do you see it? They call it the Cassiopeia. She is said to be a maiden of legend, do you know it?