kidnapping attempts
This time, Baela has a plan. It doesn't work, but she does get to practice her knots.
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Baela snuck a peak around the corner. Her lips twisted up into a smirk. The guard outside her cousin's door wore Velaryon blue.
Rolling her shoulders back, Baela raised her chin and marched around the corner. Right past the guard.
"My lady!" he reacted just as she pushed open the door. Baela spun, slamming the door in his face and flicking the lock. She grinned as he banged uselessly at the wood.
"What are you doing in here?!" the hiss interrupted her victory and Baela scowled as she turned to face her cousin. Aemond already matched her. His entire face twisted with anger.
Oh well. She'd have to do this the hard way then.
Without a second thought, Baela tackled her cousin onto the bed. He yelped, struggling at first. His brow furrowed as she tugged the blanket around him.
The initial shock and momentary pause in flailing limbs gave her enough of an opening to wrap Aemond in his sheets. She tucked the loose ends into the the different layers, knotting them as best she could.
Her grandfather had only taught her a few simple ones so far and none of them were meant for this sort of job.
Aemond huffed, blowing a loose strand of hair out of his face. The scowl had returned. Lips curled back.
"If this is some sort of revenge for claiming Vhagar-"
"Shush!" Baela snapped, pressing a hand to his lips. Her eyes narrowed, "Rhaena has decided that if Vhagar wants you, we have to respect that,"
Nose wrinkling, Baela clicked her tongue. Rhaena was adamant that Aemond be left alone, that he hadn't technically done anything done.
"Personally, I think a bit of revenge for your rudeness would be perfectly fair."
Her cousin squirmed, struggling beneath her as Baela sat atop his restrained body. She sighed, heavily. Eyes rolling.
"But Rhaena's the one who doesn't have a dragon, so it's her decision," Baela finished. She withdrew her hand and bopped Aemond's nose. "Lucky you!"
Her cousin's eyes fluttered. He stopped moving, though his head tilted to the side, "Then... what are you doing?"
Arms wide, Baela gestured at her handiwork with a flourish and a smile, "I'm kidnapping you, obviously." Aemond blinked. She arched a brow.
"No." Aemond kicked his feet and rocked sideways, dumping her onto the bed beside him. She shrieked as he, fairly easily, extracted himself from the sheets.
"Hey! I'm trying to help you!" Baela whined. She crossed her arms and glared at her cousin, "If you're missing, your mother can't leave Driftmark."
Aemond snorted, though his lips twitched up. He leveled his gaze on her, "If the king wants her to go with him, she'll go. Ser Criston would even drag her on board, if the king ordered him to."
"What?" Baela gaped at him, "But I thought he was her swordshield?" Aemond nodded. His eyes rolled as she huffed, "Why would he-"
"He's a kingsguard, emphasis on king," Aemond drawled. He scooted up on the bed, leaning back against the headboard. Arms crossed and lips pursed, he sighed, "He'd try to be gentle, which the others' might not be, if he refused the king's order in her defense."
Gagging, Baela plopped onto the bed beside him. She mirrored him, crossing her arms and tucking her feet underneath her bottom.
"Aegon says the king will let her stay though," Aemond puckered his lips, chin rising. He glowered at the wall across from them, "And Jace said his mother is going to ask today."
"So... if he says no?" Baela asked, eyebrow quirking up. His jaw clenched. She glanced down at the mess of sheets around them.
A sly grin spread across his face. Aemond turned his head, "Maybe we could kidnap her instead?" Baela grinned, head bobbing as she nodded along to his plan.
She almost hoped the king would say no, just so she could practice her knots a bit more.
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How You Die | @lacampeona | accepting
What if he set his sights on Paldea? Rose sometimes thought about it. He was partially Paldean in origin and the idea of going back and conquering the region the same way he did with Galar did come to mind, from time to time. And considering the ways things were being run in the region right now (his ex-wife kept him abreast of the Academy and League situation), it would be easy enough.
But she would be standing in the way. However an elegant lady deserved an elegant death -- solution.
Taking this region away roughly would not do well -- hostile takeovers was such a 90's thing to do. This was the modern era! The land of social justice and virtue signaling -- he could be seen as a hero stepping into the shoes of someone who suddenly died for her country.
A martyr's death. He'd have it arranged just so. La Primera would be lauded as the sainted woman of Paldea, patron of champions and would be champions. The crown jewel of the region's long standing history. A point of pride that he would bring up over and over, always tearful, always so proud to be of the same region as someone so good, so virtuous as Geeta, the former chairwoman of the League...
...which would be in stark contrast to her actual planned death. Something quiet, something quick and clean. Something that could not be put to question. A far cry from the glorious death he would orchestrate for the masses to mourn and weep over. She would be seen as a glorious reminder of the good days, as someone who wanted them all to take one step forward.
And in her death, they would step into Rose's arms, another region taken over through his machinations.
What a wonderful world that would be,
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