(121-08-29) Indecent Proposal
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Summary: Prince Aegon comes to 'woo' Eiris before she can leave King's Landing.
Date: 29th Day of the 8th Turn of 121 A.C.
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The Villa welcomes the Hightower party back and as the others head in to pack up, Eiris is tending the birds, supervising their placement in the wagon. She has returned into the stable as many are flitting about to tend to things ands he is quickly feeding the mounts, checking their grains and sending a boy to order more for the trip back and bring it as quickly as possible. Relief and happiness surge through her and she hums and begins to sing the song she shared with Ormund when he was feverish. It is a natural skill inherited from her mother and in the rich firmness of notes she sings out, filling the stable with her voice. She moves hay, cleans and then moves to begin brushing down Dawn with generous care.

The stable is empty save for her and that yellow bouquet of flowers has been left in Dawn's grains to be consumed.

"I see the horse likes my flowers…" Comes the drull perpetually bored sounding tones of Prince Aegon. He is in the doorway of the stables. His own horse standing in the aisle blocking the door into the stables some. Both of his hands are on each side of the door high so that he can lean this way and that almost childishly.

Immediate gut wrenching worry causes Eiris to fumble silently for what to say. Her eyes lower to Dawn's trough and then she is turning, her cheeks already flushed. "Your highness." She says, forced into a shallow dip of her body lest her skirts drag too far in the mud and ruins the red and white of her skirts. Her eyes remain lowered as the brush is held before her with both hands. "They are beautiful but I am certain you know now that we are leaving. They would not keep for the journey. I did not wish to just leave them to the ground," she says quickly. Slowly she chances a glance up and then quickly around as if to see who else is about before her attention turns back to him. "I was just getting the horses ready for the ride back to Oldtown," she tells him. "Another time for the tour," she says offering him a faint smile.

Aegon gives her that winning smile, "Of course, instead they'll be horse shit to the ground." He moves into the stall and gives Ormund's horse a pet and pat, her skin twitches under the touch and she snorfles indignantly. "I did hear. Broke my heart to think that I might never get to see you again. I was so looking forward to that tour. Maybe we could arrange for you to stay a little bit longer. So we can get to know each other. I've not gotten the chance to. The great and beautiful bastard girl hero that became legitimized. Quite the legend." His fingers press into Dawn in such a way that she shuffles and moves so that she's now between them and the stall door that he had closed when he entered.

Eiris glances to the flowers again and how apt, Flowers for Flowers. She may no longer be that but it feels like she might as well be ranked as such with the Prince stepping towards her. Her lips part as Dawn is moved and she is left to take a light step back. "I think the Lord Hightower wishes to return to his eldest daughter. She has recently been betrothed to House Lydden. There are preparations to be made and things to see to. Spring is here and the Reach has, as the rest of the country in dire straights for food. There is much to do and he can not forget his people." The topic of her staying is glossed over as she turns then and sees to placing the comb back on its shelf and begins to move and fold the saddle blanket for Dawn. "I am sorry, your highness."

When she turns, facing the wall he is right there behind her, pressed and sniffing her hair. "I usually prefer to have more time to woo a Paramore, it seems however that I must rush…" He starts to kiss at her neck and his fingers are immediately starting to gather up the back of her skirts. "No need to be sorry… we have a few moments now, plenty of time and no one's around…" His free hand slides around her to pull the blanket from her grasp to drop it onto the hay at their feet. That is what she intended wasn't it? All of her blushing, the coy looks, she wants him, she must!

The press of him is not by accident or innocent and Eiris knows immediately as she tries to turn and finds her skirts caught in his hands and keeps her there. Her hand deftly darts back, attempting to stop him as her hand shakes."Your highness…" she has to remember who he is but terror starts to climb into her stomach. "No..please stop, Prince Aegon," she begs of him. Her hand grips his as she attempts to turn about, wrapping herself in her skirts if she must with them caught high on her hip. Her fingers are rough and perhaps a little more calloused than he is used to.

There is a sound that comes from the aisle of the stable. The sound makes Dawn's eyes whirl and she gives a mighty war-whinny and goes up on her hinds and her hooves strike at the air in the Prince's general direction. This causes him to back up quickly in a far corner to the mare and Eiris both. Then he realizes that his own horse is loose and dashing out of the stable. "Another time then beautiful. I'm sorry we missed the opportunity." It is said in a rush as he slides his back against the walls of the stable to keep clear of the crazed horse and then out he hurries to try to catch up with the horse.

The sound she recognizes, it brings relief and as the Prince backs away from her Eiris finally lets her fear and emotion well up. "Good Dawn," she says and its to the horse she moves. Her skirts cascade back down around her, catching up in her legs as she reaches out to try to calm the mare. She's shaking and unsteady in the wake of the Targaryen Prince's attentions. Her hands carefully try to stroke and brush at her neck, "Shh shhh…" she is calming Dawn as much as she is herself. She can breathe and so she does, heaving in a heavy breath to fill her lungs. "Dawn.." she voice trembles and she quickly presses a hand to her own cheek and then forehead as her head bows.

A minute passes by, to give the Lady Hunt some time to recover and compose herself and then comes the most overly nonchalant voice of Arron, "Was that the Prince that just went running like a daft idjit after the horse he didn't tie up?" Arron comes sauntering down the aisle picking at his nails like he truly wasn't in here earlier triggering the horse like he's heard their lord do. "Shame that." He opens up the stall door and gives Dawn a pat and another sound and she calms down all the more and hooks her head over the back of Eiris to give the woman an equine hug. "She seems jumpy." The corner of his lips twitch, he's not exactly pulling off the facade completely convincingly. "Time to go inside m'Lady… leave the horses to us." The smallfolk in hers - theirs service.

Arron's voice is a surprise but not unwelcome and she seems far more glad for his presence than Ormund's at this very moment. Her green eyes lift to look at the guard and linger there. She finally gives a slow nod of her head and with a light touch to Dawn she starts to draw away. She stops before him however and though she is one to usually thank him with a light touch to his arm she does not this time. "Thank you, Arron. You were right, the Prince was a rather single minded idjit," she adopts the insult. "Make sure Dawn does not eat those flowers and piss on them for me." How unlady like she is but there is venom in her voice - just a abit. The Lady Hunt is not some whimpering simpering woman and no tears have been shed - yet. "You are more than the Lord or I deserve," she compliments him and will then exit the stall and make her way soberly to the Villa to gather what little she brought with her and quickly before they leave.

"Ay, I've had to go since the hunt. Straight down the latrine they'll go." He seems to understand her distance from him, it's why he gave her the time to recover. "Like the Lord says, ye both deserve the moon. I'm just happy to be of service." He genuinely means that. He bows to her like the lady she is as she exits. "Shoulda brain'd'm Dawny girl." He tells the mare and gives her a rub down and then goes to take up where Eiris left off with the horses.

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