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As promised, I have information. [ Right to business, Clea? She clearly doesn't know how friendship works. ]

Still interested?

[ It hadn't escaped Aemond's notice that his attempt at friendship had grossly missed the mark for Wrathion. This didn't sit well with him.

So he waited a day before sending a message that would hopefully convey the sentiment he wished. ]

If it was in doubt, I meant nothing by my offer of an oath. My words were poorly chosen, and I apologize. [ A beat. Then: ] I am not accustomed to making alliances, let alone true friends. This will be my first lesson.

[ Once Wrathion returns to his room after the little ocean excursion, he will find three bottles of wine waiting for him outside his door. They are identical to the one he'd been drinking during their breakfast that morning.

A small note is attached, the handwriting extremely neat. ]

For your efforts, but mostly for your friendship. I thank you for both.

With dedication,
Aemond

Brother-

I will not be staying at the castle any longer.

I nearly lost control of the dragon and harmed a friend. I cannot be trusted around humans.

Sansa has been excited that Jon has arrived to the castle even if their world needs them both, desperately, and she knows it is selfish of her to be so happy to have a bit of her family here but she is all the same. To that end, she has been planning a party and intending to invite all of the friends she's made here and their friends; most especially, she wants a chance for Jon to meet his Targaryen relations.

Wrathion had promised to meet her for dinner and she had taken a bit more care in dressing than she has of late, mostly because she does like spending time with him even if it is stupid to be soft and care for someone. He is late, which is unlike him, so when he does arrive she gives him a soft frown.

"Were you held up by someone, Wrathion?"

[ Pulling himself out of a depression slump for this one. First Alicent, then Eoghan, now Arman? It's just too much. Surely they're next. ]

How do you mourn those you lost? [ A pause. ] I never thought to ask him what his customs were.

[ After the events with the hydra, a very concerned message comes through. ]

Where are you?

[ He's clearly too stressed and worried to type. It's unusual for him. ]

( Sansa agonizes over whether to send a message at all and then what she should say in said message. She edits it over and over and she is quite glad that messages via Leaf do not show the scratching of a quill and the crossing out of words, only the final draft of what intends. Finally, she settles on something that seems appropriate and not too forward of her even if she and Wrathion are something between friends and lovers. )

Dearest Wrathion, I hope my message finds you well. I have not heard from you yet but I dare to assume that you are all right, simply indisposed, and that I will hear from you in due time. My brother has already found me to tell me that he is safe.

Cordially,
Sansa Stark, Queen in the North.

(( sent perhaps half a day after this. ))

[ The language is a bit stilted, a touch too formal, but Jacaerys is doing his best to keep it together and that means pushing everything he is feeling down so low that he feels numb. ]

As I am aware you are close with Aemond by your own admission, on his behalf I am reaching out to tell you he was recently injured in some sort of experiment. He is well and I am caring for him, but he wished you to know this, in the event you attempt to contact him and receive nothing but silence.

Edited 2025-09-16 13:46 (UTC)

( Celebrating winter is not in Sansa's nature, given how much winter can take away from her people, but she has learned that other places do have winter feasts. One of those places is Wrathion's home and so she makes him a silk shirt in a deep, ruby red and on the inside of the collar where no one can see, she embroiders a tiny direwolf. She wraps it carefully and leaves it outside of his door with the following note: )

Happy Feast of the Winter Veil, my love.

—text, @nevron

—text, @vhagar

—a gift & a note

text | un: arman (after his fight with Kelson)

dinner with dragons

text, @vhagar

voice, @vhagar

text, @winterbird

—text, un:vermaks;

christmas present