⇾ I do not believe you’d do something like that to me. I’m afraid my fear simply got the best of me. ” She shook her head, a rueful smile on her face.
“ Do you enjoy your duties as a member of the kingsguard? I’ve always thought it a rather extreme oath to make… ”
Emely’s smile was tinged with shame.
It was true that Gaemon had given no indication that he would take punitive action for a playful shove, but proper manners had been ingrained in her since early childhood.
“ My apologies, Ser Gaemon. Of course, you’re right. ⇾
eyes widen with
a laugh that had
slipped his own
lips after hearing
her snort like that.
" HAHAHAHAHAAA!! "
the laughter was
brought to a hault
when he had heard
her stop laughing.
" hmm? i'm not going
to off your hand for
shoving at ++
⇾ She bowed her head.
“ Please forgive me, Ser Gaemon. ”
When she raised her head, she decided to break the tension with a question.
“ How old are you, Ser Gaemon? ”
A laugh ungracefully tumbled its way out of Emely’s mouth, followed by a thick snort.
“ You simply must stop! You are some sort of jester, I swear. ”
Before she could think about what she was doing, she reached across the table and gave a playful shove to the man’s ⇾
" no.... it was not
difficult. it might
be strange to say
but this.. "
grabbing the sword by
the scabbard to emphasise.
" is the one thing
that i know i am
better than everyone
at. i am not the
best sailor, my big ++
⇾ armored shoulder.
Immediately, a look of horror crossed her countenance and she retracted her hand as if the armor were boiling hot.
“ I.. Apologize, Ser. I should not have touched you like that. It is so easy to forget that you are—well—someone of your stature. ” ⇾
“ You would have been were it not for my father, so you’ve him to thank. ”
She set the flagon of wine down on the table, knowing well that Maegor would drain the whole thing in a matter of moments.
“ You don’t plan to put on a repeat performance, I trust. ”
⇾ the bowl that she held and returned to the table, placing the fresh bowl in front of Gaemon.
Retaking her seat, Emely made eye contact with the white cloak. “ Was it difficult? Learning to wield a blade as you do. ”
Gaemon’s fervent suckling at the stew elicited a soft chuckle from Emely.
“ You’ve no need to apologize, ser. I’ve heard much worse in this place. ”
Deciding to indulge the man, Emely held the sword in its scabbard, its heft not a problem for her, familiar as she was ⇾
his own eyes widen with a smirk upon hearing the other name for a flesh den. a hand raised to brush white-gold waves out of his face. lilac eyes watched her close as she told her story.
her certainly did not mind her cleft lip. he ++
⇾ I thought it prudent to obey the wishes of a member of the kingsguard. There’s few customers and I swear I’ll keep it brief, ” said Emely.
Jessar groaned. “ You’ll be the death of me, Emely, but fine. ”
When she had finished with her father, Emely ladled more stew into ⇾
Emely’s mouth fell open when Gaemon offered the seat to her. For a patron of the inn to offer her, a simple serving wench, a seat was affording her a level of respect and kindness that she was utterly unaccustomed to.
Naturally, she sat, idly tapping her digits against the ⇾
Gaemon certainly did not mind. lots of the crew members he grew up around on his fathers and brothers ships were bastards. some of them were not from Westeros too.
the white cloak sat himself down, not before lifting the chair opposite ++
⇾ father for taking me in. I have more freedom than most women my age, I eat two hot meals a day, and I have decent clothes and a roof over my head. Not only that, but I truly love what I do. ”
She smiled, gesturing to Gaemon’s stew.
“ When people enjoy what I’ve made for ⇾