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she loomed over the man who was bold enough to threaten her, the sword pointed at his throat. "threaten me again," she breathed, her marred and matted blonde hair fluttering gently in the wind, "and i fear you'll be missing a head." he swallowed, attempting to climb to his feet.
aeressa snorted, waving the sword at his jugular. "rise and you'll be dead!" she spat, retracting her sword from where it aimlessly shook due to the unsteadiness of her hand. he nodded swiftly, before pulling himself onto his feet and scurrying away. "aeressa." raegor scolded, prompting her to turn to him. "what?" she questioned, sardonic. "you shouldn't threaten innocent men. bad reputations are not something we need. "but he deserved it!" she insisted, gliding towards her father. "your threats aren't good enough, either." aerelyx chimed in, smirking lightly. "they aren't intimidating. they are stupid." aeressa pointed her blade towards her twin, before it was pushed away by the flat of nights edge. "come, children." raegor said nonchalantly, "we have to speak of the bastard in kings landing." aeressa opened her mouth to protest, but was cut off by aerelyx. "the targaryens have always held king's landing, surely no-one would be foolish enough to threaten one of the bastard line." aeressa nodded, as a means to say, 'exactly.' raegor scoffed quietly. "i'm sure that's what your uncle said before his throat was opened, i'm sure that's what your cousin said before his chest was smashed in. come." he demanded, and the two knew there would be no getting out of the discussion. "why do unsympathetic, father?" aerelyx teased, swiftly standing beside raegor. he didn't respond. he just glared off into the distance. "quite the brooder." aeressa mumbled quietly, wiping her eyes.
