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[vermax]

Uncle. ( he doesn’t know what to say when he sees the message. he still aches, still feels like he has been put together wrong. ) How do you feel?

[bloodstone]

Well enough. You are more important. How are you?

[vermax]

No worse than the first time. Yet ill at ease in mine own skin. Can this place put a man back together wrong twice over?

[bloodstone]

It seems it must be so. No witch raised me, but I returned all the same.

[vermax]

Do you feel whole?

It was no witch this second time. And other than the scars, I bear no marks of it this time.

[bloodstone]

I feel myself. As much of it as I can recall, with the magic of this place.

[vermax]

Good. The magic of this place has some benefit then, if it can bring some of us back whole.

( then, as eventually it will be asked: ) I do not remember what happened.

[bloodstone]

I remember little as well. My death came before your second, so I cannot offer insight.

[vermax]

I remember the first well. The second time, the killer did not let me see their face nor hear their voice.

Mother suffered greatly for our losses.

[bloodstone]

Whoever they are, I will not give them peace.

Her care is my concern now. I will do what I can to ease her heart.

[vermax]

Neither will I when they are known.

As I will with Baela.

[bloodstone]

You should be wedded, when you are both well enough.

[vermax]

Soon, then. I will speak to her of it.

This place wishes us to partake in things in pleasures with all other guests, but I wish to do right by her.

[bloodstone]

That is the nature of it, and a discussion you will need to have with your own wife.

[vermax]

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

[bloodstone]

Is that your business?

[vermax]

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

[bloodstone]

Neither would I. You have seen it yourself.

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

[vermax]

Here and now, more then ever, we could all use the reminder.

We must remain a united front, with Alicent and Aemond as well.

[bloodstone]

I have already made that agreement.

[vermax]

Then we uphold it.

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

[bloodstone]

She did not. What was the price?

[vermax]

( 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.

[bloodstone]

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

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

[vermax]

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