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Is it not a concern in your marriage? ( r u stepping out on mom??? )

Is that your business?

As crown prince, I will not stand for slights against my mother and our Queen. No matter the source.

Neither would I. You have seen it yourself.

[ Vaemond's head upon the floor, tongue intact. ]

Here and now, more then ever, we could all use the reminder. We must remain a united front, with Alicent and Aemond as well.

I have already made that agreement.

Then we uphold it.

( he starts typing, stops a few times. ) Did mother tell you that my resurrection did not come without a price?

She did not. What was the price?

( what comes through is a photo file (good luck, Daemon): an image of his hand, the fingered blackened as if dipped in ink and the hue fading up to his palm. as if he returned wrong or perhaps the curse that claimed his grandiose found him without a moment seated on the Iron Throne — an omen for terrible times ahead. )

They do not hurt.

[ Yeah, it's going to take him a moment, but finally - ]

A vile thing indeed. Any other effets, beside the colour?

They are cold, tho not stiff as if truly affected by it.

We will find some means of easing it.

If it is the same affliction they grandsire suffered, what can truly be done?

I saw the affliction he suffered. I do not imagine it the same.

That eases my worry, uncle. Thank you for it.

It is a simple thing.

And yet it’s worth cannot be undermined. It is at least not as much of an eyesore as scars gained not from battle but someone targeting our house. ( and now he has plenty, the ring around his neck feels like it aches the worst of them. )