[ She listens, chin in hand, elbow on the knee crossed high over the other. She smiles a little at the familiarity -- not just bloodlines and the buying and selling of title and power, but that fundamentally, people will be people. Petty disputes and tenuous friendships in the corners of history like so many cobwebs.
Stronger than that, though. Sometimes pivotal. ]
The castle and the tiaras are half the battle, [ she assures. ] And, frankly, so is--
[ But she stops. Her mouth opens, closes. She reaches over and takes Gwen's hand. She mentally waves away the fog of lazy inebriation she had been happy to relax into, her duty done, but it is not done. ]
Lannister. [ Important name. She's still holding her hand. ] The brother of the woman who married the Usurper, to rule as Queen. Jaime, too, is here.
And then I think that's everyone, for now.
[ But no, she has more to say, and also doesn't yet know about any others that might have crept in when she wasn't looking. She withdraws her hand, then, reaching for her glass, mostly out of desire to have a prop. ]
He was a member of the Kingsguard during my father's reign. When his father's Lannister army broke open the gates to the city, Ser Jaime broke his vows and slew my father. This was before I was born, [ she adds, as if to assure her slight alienation from all this drama ] as my mother had yet to birth me when she was forced to flee into exile.
It isn't the half of it, [ she adds. ] He is a vile man.
Jaime Lannister, ( repeated more dutifully. A traitor and a vile man. Not to be trusted and certainly not to be brought to anything as a plus-one, since Gwen did not fail to notice on which note Daenerys suddenly remembered his name. )
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Stronger than that, though. Sometimes pivotal. ]
The castle and the tiaras are half the battle, [ she assures. ] And, frankly, so is--
[ But she stops. Her mouth opens, closes. She reaches over and takes Gwen's hand. She mentally waves away the fog of lazy inebriation she had been happy to relax into, her duty done, but it is not done. ]
Jaime Lannister.
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That was a very sudden stop. And now her hand is being held? And they are also not finished? Gwen stares back at her, trying to mentally catch up-- )
Jaime Who-nister? What?
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And then I think that's everyone, for now.
[ But no, she has more to say, and also doesn't yet know about any others that might have crept in when she wasn't looking. She withdraws her hand, then, reaching for her glass, mostly out of desire to have a prop. ]
He was a member of the Kingsguard during my father's reign. When his father's Lannister army broke open the gates to the city, Ser Jaime broke his vows and slew my father. This was before I was born, [ she adds, as if to assure her slight alienation from all this drama ] as my mother had yet to birth me when she was forced to flee into exile.
It isn't the half of it, [ she adds. ] He is a vile man.
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What's he doing here? Besides being vile.