[ pierce finds aemond trying to rest in a reclining seat, nursing a single cup of a fragrant sweetwine. he'd ask the servants to raise a draught for relief, the pain in his head and empty socket having gotten unbearable earlier. a painkiller, the servant had said, when she handed him a small tablet of white. crush it and mix it with the drink,she suggested, it'd kick in faster.
she had been correct. he can barely feel the throb of pain along his brow. truthfully he can't feel much of anything beyond an odd lassitude.
he is not robbed of his senses, however, unlike with milk of the poppy. he rises, drains his cup of the drink, and waits for pierce to lead. ]
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[ pierce finds aemond trying to rest in a reclining seat, nursing a single cup of a fragrant sweetwine. he'd ask the servants to raise a draught for relief, the pain in his head and empty socket having gotten unbearable earlier. a painkiller, the servant had said, when she handed him a small tablet of white. crush it and mix it with the drink,she suggested, it'd kick in faster.
she had been correct. he can barely feel the throb of pain along his brow. truthfully he can't feel much of anything beyond an odd lassitude.
he is not robbed of his senses, however, unlike with milk of the poppy. he rises, drains his cup of the drink, and waits for pierce to lead. ]