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Chris halliwell

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[verfeuern]

My brother may yield but I will not. Where did you learn High Valyrian?

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[inferiority_complex]

Your brother is kinda unimaginative.

High Valyrian? Is that what it's called? I don't suppose you'll believe I'm really good with languages?



Do you always use battle metaphors?

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We disagree on much, but he is my brother. Be mindful of how you speak of him.

No, I won't, so I will ask again. Where did you learn it?

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Why? What is he going to do? Throw me in the chasm?


From you. I learned it from you.

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That would be unimaginative. Here, where there is nothing but time, you'll find him capable of something far more creative. Surely you understand the web that binds a house together and that, should any of those strings be plucked, the spider will investigate. It is not him you should concern yourself with.

I would not teach it so freely.

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Wait, are you saying your brother is psycho?

I never said you taught it to me. Okay, I mean, you kind of did? Shit.

I'm not really helping this am I? Okay. Magic. It's magic.

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I am reminding you to choose your battles more carefully.

I would see this magic for myself. Come to the courtyard.

[ And she will not be replying over the Leaf any further. Happy hunting, Chris. Shouldn't be hard to find a princess seated on a blanket with a book in her lap. ]

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After trying to spam her a couple of times and not getting an answer, Chris sighed and concentrated on her position. As she had indicated, it was the courtyard. Orbing there, he coalesced in a swirl of white and blue lights, about 5 feet in front of her. On the blanket. Looking down he stepped off carefully, not wanting to dirty it any more than he might have already done. Oops?

"Do you do this often? Demand to see people and then ignore their messages?"

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"Do you always learn languages without knowing their significance?"

She doesn't even look up from her book, idly thumbing through the pages while searching for something in particular. Her tone is somewhat dismissive, despite the fact that Chris is unaware of the ramifications of what he has done. Finally, after marking a place on her page with a finger, she briefly flicks her gaze to him and frowns.

"Speak it and he may just take your head. I've yet to decide if you are brazen or simply without sense."

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"Sometimes? It's not really something I can control. Besides, I asked you first!" Whereas her tone was dismissive, his tone was irritated. Then again, his tone was usually irritated. Mostly because people never listened to him and his sage advice. Imagine that? But the fact that she didn't even look up at him, didn't move his gaze from whatever book she was reading was incredibly irritating. Very high and mighty. And he hated high and mighty.

"You want to tell me or do I have to say it in whatever that language was? And I'll have you know I can be both brazen and completely dumb thank you very much. Hello?" Oh, then she looked at him. Well fucking finally.

"I'm so glad I'm finally worthy of your attention." He rolled his eyes.

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"When it suits me." Comes the reply that she knows will rile him up further, but she is far too bothered by the fact that someone could learn the language so easily. A sentiment, she is certain, Jacaerys and Aemond will both share with her. At the conclusion of her words, she snaps the book shut and rests it in her lap, drumming her fingers against the cover. "High Valyrian. You claim to have knowledge of a language spoken by noble-born houses."

Leaning forward so she can rest her elbows against the book, she purses her lips.

"If you're so dissatisfied, you may leave."

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"I really wish I could leave. But gee thanks so much for giving me permission!" Her, and this place. Rhaenyra should be really grateful Chris can't blow objects up like his mother. Utterly annoyed with her, he crouched down because she just was helpfully refused to get up while he was standing over her. He supposed he should be ever so grateful she stopped reading.

"Noble born houses? Oh please, being nobility doesn't make you special. Neither does having a super secret language." He sincerely hoped she got angry at that, since if she was distracted? She wasn't asking him how he learned it from her. "Get over it."

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"Nor does having magic that affords you mastery over languages. You asked for my answer, and I've given it to you, I cannot be held responsible simply because you dislike the answer. Is this another tantrum coming on?" If he was hoping for anger, he will be sorely disappointed, she is smiling with the knowledge that she is the victor here.

Rhaenyra rises to her feet not long after he crouches down, moving to tuck her book under her arm when her vision goes white and she staggers, dropping the book in the process. Despite needing to cover her eyes to block out the light temporarily, she mutters through gritted teeth.

"Your tantrum will have to wait, you've given me a headache." She stood up too quick, she tells herself, despite the fact that the pain persists.

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"You are such a pain in the ass. I wish I could return you." Of course she gets to her feet after he crouches down. Fucking figured. Feeling the pain lance through her as she stagged, he reached for her, wincing himself. He let the book fall, focusing on steadying her.

"Yeah. I can tell. Let's get you some water or something, see if it helps." He stopped, focusing on her for a moment. " Wait. Eyes hurting isn't a regular headache. Come on, take my hand. I'll get you back to bed. We can clothes the blinds and make it as dark as possible. I can get some ice and caffeine from the kitchen."

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Far too proud to accept defeat entirely, she smiles through the ache. "If I am to be miserable, so too shall you." When he tries to steady her, she jerks her arm away and holds it up in the universal I’m fine gesture — she just needs a moment to center herself again and she will be on her way.

"A headache is hardly cause for concern. I’ve had difficulty sleeping, nothing more. You expect me to follow your noble lead when just moments before you proclaimed me difficult? I found my way here, I intend to see myself back." She reaches down for the book, pauses, and glances back up at him.

"You know nothing of my room or its location." And she has no intention of telling him where it is. They will be here all day at this rate.

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Chris puts his hands up as she shakes him off, like, 'fine, sure, be that way'. " You really are one of the most stubborn people I've ever met. It's unbelievable. Alright, I'll go find some faerie advil and you can find your way home and suffer."

He crossed his hands over his chest, as if he could out stubborn Rhaenyra. "I'm good at finding things. It's not that hard. Besides, your room? It's connected to you. Or at part of you. Easy peasy." Or it was in theory. He hadn't actually tried it. But the theory was sound.

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"You are free to vacate the area if I am so insufferable, I wouldn't trust anything from the fae. Whatever this advil may be, I do not want it." Stubborn to a fault, she casts a glance over her shoulder and nearly screeches to a halt at his second half of the statement.

"You must have ill intent, knowing where my room is without my having given you its location. Should you persist in that, you will see just how insufferable I can be." A warning, the only one he is likely to get. "You will not enter my room without my permission. Do you understand?"

Test her on this, Chris, please.