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who: @fromspringandfire when and where: semi-flashback thread, following the reach court's arrival back to the reach where they immediately venture to oldtown. simonetta and garland hightower's funerals are due to happen in the morning, though the entirety of the court seemed to remain awake early hours into the night. what: cedric tells laena who is behind the attacks on two members of house hightower.

whilst she rarely spoke on matters regarding her lineage, the king of thorns and roses was wholly aware there was more than targaryen blood coursing through the veins of the woman he had chosen to keep as his companion and violate his marriage vows to be with. that amethyst eyes were only an indicator of what other blood ran through her, that which included that of the hightower; a flowers, was what she would be called here. a dragonseed, there; so many names for the same ultimate name at the end of the day.

it were no celebration they were partaking in within the hightower's great hall; dressed in black velvet, somber faces, faces of shock and of grief. because there had been a mighty secret kept beneath their very noses - or above it.

there was a reason he had chosen for her to remain beside him that night; along the same table as the other noble courtiers of the reach court, and he ignored the sight that momentarily crossed his queen's features upon seeing a set of silver hair sat in the row. never would she speak openly on it, not in this moment; though he knew it would be mentioned somewhere along the line. perhaps because he did not wish for the news to reach her by voice of any other but his own; whether this was her first time in oldtown he could not remember, and whilst she did not know of the woman in question, she was her blood.

she shared blood with an apparent madwoman who feared the colour green, who shook with fury at the tarnish she believed her grandson had brought to their house as though it had not been her and her generation first. and when the king rose toward the end of the night, once the formalities were finished and the goodnights were uttered, he stopped behind the chair of his mistress, placing a casual hand on her shoulder. she knew it would be him without him needing to say anything.

but he said something anyway, for this was not him wishing her goodnight here. he lowered his voice just enough for her to hear. "come, i'd rather you not stay here alone and listen to this false grief." he uttered. not yet; he was not blind and it were noted that laena had not yet established herself at court. perhaps she never truly would in the eyes of the others who looked upon her, as though sin were printed upon her forehead.

they left the room, knowing there would be eyes upon them; a pair of important dark eyes in particular, who remained sat upon the high dias of the table, surrounded by her closest allies and courtiers. how startling it was that he felt no guilt to picture her face as he left with another woman at his side, and when the door closed behind them, an ocean gaze glanced over in her direction - noting the way in which a small breath seemed to come from her inner chest.

"how long were you wanting to leave for? you seemed finished with it all by the time the veal came out." a slightly amused smile crossed his features as he looked at her, as though it were the first time she could breathe all night.

he walked her to her own chambers, in a wing some corridors from his own; there were tyrell guards on either side of her door that nodded in his direction as he passed through, and the doors closed behind them. he kicked his boots off from his feet, though kept his doublet on as walked over to the window, briefly looking down at the courtyard, watching the starry sept in the far distance of the city. it felt like they were atop the world. "is it strange for you to be here?"

#c: laena #laena 007 #it's worth the risk of burning to have a second chance ; and you know damn well for you i'd ruin myself (the king and the mistress)#look at this godforsaken mess that you made me; and that's the thing about illicit affairs (cedric&laena)

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