[He spits each sibilant with a disgusted hiss. This kind of poetic theatre is also his due, and it feels right. If he cannot stab and kill his enemy now, he may as well swear it to the stars.]
[And there is Rhaenyra, small and soft as a maiden, as the beautiful light she was. It is a relief, perhaps even a guilty one, to see her so, and not the woman wracked by bitter grief. Did he leave her? Is she gone? Has he traded her for this waif, unruined by Harwin Strong?]
[He kneels and holds her face between his hands. There's nothing to be done about the nudity, now. He keeps it out of mind until it's relevant.] It will be his soon enough. I need only sword and plate. Not even plate, if he is in his cups. [Anything for her.]
no subject
[He spits each sibilant with a disgusted hiss. This kind of poetic theatre is also his due, and it feels right. If he cannot stab and kill his enemy now, he may as well swear it to the stars.]
[And there is Rhaenyra, small and soft as a maiden, as the beautiful light she was. It is a relief, perhaps even a guilty one, to see her so, and not the woman wracked by bitter grief. Did he leave her? Is she gone? Has he traded her for this waif, unruined by Harwin Strong?]
[He kneels and holds her face between his hands. There's nothing to be done about the nudity, now. He keeps it out of mind until it's relevant.] It will be his soon enough. I need only sword and plate. Not even plate, if he is in his cups. [Anything for her.]