[poor aemond it’s too late for u, now she knows you have emotions. Rip.]
I’d like that!
[She hesitates, but only for a moment. It’s gotten easier to talk about such things and much, MUCH easier to do so through text]
In my world, I was one of the wives of a warlord. He kept us in a gilded cage, away from the horrors of the wasteland, the desert that stretches the world, but the cage had its own horrors.
He would brutalize us often. We had 3 chances to birth him a healthy son, a nearly impossible task given how my world was. Most children are born deformed or stillborn.
If we failed 3 times, we were thrown from the citadel into the Wasteland, or we became one of the milk mothers. I can’t tell you which fate was worse.
But me and the remaining wives escaped into the Wasteland. It’s been rough, but freeing. The conditions are harsh. The bruises and cuts are different, but at least they are there because of me, because of actions I’ve taken myself.
[ she is as a salt-wife to the iron islands' reavers — taken as prize, and forced into brutality. aemond understands now why she insists on learning to protect herself. ]
I swear to you, I will never touch you without your leave. You have my word. It is a grave offence that has been done upon you, and you should not have had to suffer even the idea of it.
Does he die? Your warlord captor? Do you wish for his death?
It's more touching than she thought it'd be and she smiles warmly at the screen]
Thank you. That's very kind of you, and it means a lot to hear. It's been something to get used to here, where everyone is so free with themselves. I've been getting comfortable with it. Thank you, for understanding.
For a while, I didn't know what I wanted. I thought it'd be enough to just escape, but he'd given chase to us. This won't end until he is dead.
The woman who helped us escape, Furiosa, is also here, and from a time later than when I came from. She said that she killed him, and it brought a lot of comfort and relief.
But if he ever showed up here? I wouldn't mind the chance to put an arrow or a knife between his ribs. For myself. For my friends I've lost because of him, and those he's brainwashed along the way.
You will have deserved it, to plunge your weapon into him as he has done with his body against yours.
[ he would offer to help, if only to hold the man down. violence begets violence, aemond more than understands this, but some forms of brutality are unacceptable entirely. capable deserves her revenge. if he could aid her in some way, then he will have done a great and honourable service. ]
I have spoken with Furiosa once. When she was younger. Her arm was already missing even then, young as she was. Were you both brutalised by the same man? Had he taken her arm for himself, too?
[She'd never wanted to be someone capable (ha) of murder, nor someone who would relish in it, but this? This was justified. This would be an understandable diversion in it.]
I don't believe so. I believe it was from another warlord. She was not one of the wives. At least, I don't believe so. She wasn't there when I joined, and she was already Imperator by then and assigned to protect us.
You've made me realize I never thought to ask her before. She'd done so much for us, and I never got to know her fully. I'll have to change that.
When we first met, I hated her. I was so angry. I thought as a woman she should be more sympathetic to us. She thought we were spoiled brats. We both changed a lot since then.
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I’d like that!
[She hesitates, but only for a moment. It’s gotten easier to talk about such things and much, MUCH easier to do so through text]
In my world, I was one of the wives of a warlord. He kept us in a gilded cage, away from the horrors of the wasteland, the desert that stretches the world, but the cage had its own horrors.
He would brutalize us often. We had 3 chances to birth him a healthy son, a nearly impossible task given how my world was. Most children are born deformed or stillborn.
If we failed 3 times, we were thrown from the citadel into the Wasteland, or we became one of the milk mothers. I can’t tell you which fate was worse.
But me and the remaining wives escaped into the Wasteland. It’s been rough, but freeing. The conditions are harsh. The bruises and cuts are different, but at least they are there because of me, because of actions I’ve taken myself.
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I swear to you, I will never touch you without your leave. You have my word. It is a grave offence that has been done upon you, and you should not have had to suffer even the idea of it.
Does he die? Your warlord captor? Do you wish for his death?
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It's more touching than she thought it'd be and she smiles warmly at the screen]
Thank you. That's very kind of you, and it means a lot to hear. It's been something to get used to here, where everyone is so free with themselves. I've been getting comfortable with it. Thank you, for understanding.
For a while, I didn't know what I wanted. I thought it'd be enough to just escape, but he'd given chase to us. This won't end until he is dead.
The woman who helped us escape, Furiosa, is also here, and from a time later than when I came from. She said that she killed him, and it brought a lot of comfort and relief.
But if he ever showed up here? I wouldn't mind the chance to put an arrow or a knife between his ribs. For myself. For my friends I've lost because of him, and those he's brainwashed along the way.
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[ he would offer to help, if only to hold the man down. violence begets violence, aemond more than understands this, but some forms of brutality are unacceptable entirely. capable deserves her revenge. if he could aid her in some way, then he will have done a great and honourable service. ]
I have spoken with Furiosa once. When she was younger. Her arm was already missing even then, young as she was. Were you both brutalised by the same man? Had he taken her arm for himself, too?
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I don't believe so. I believe it was from another warlord. She was not one of the wives. At least, I don't believe so. She wasn't there when I joined, and she was already Imperator by then and assigned to protect us.
You've made me realize I never thought to ask her before. She'd done so much for us, and I never got to know her fully. I'll have to change that.
When we first met, I hated her. I was so angry. I thought as a woman she should be more sympathetic to us. She thought we were spoiled brats. We both changed a lot since then.