"So what do you think?"
Hearing all this, Aegon was positively intrigued.
He tilted his head, his bright violet eyes full of curiosity-not the prying kind, but a deeply sincere concern, a desire to know what Laena truly thought at that moment.
But Laena chose not to say anything more.
She turned her head and studied him intently for a while. Moonlight fell across her profile, sharply outlining her features.
Her beautiful eyes remained calm, his small figure reflected in her deep violet pupils, as though she were examining something precious that needed to be checked again and again.
"Huh?" Aegon froze, her gaze making him uncomfortable all over.
He instinctively edged a little to the side, his bottom leaving a shallow trail across the grassy slope.
After spending so long with his mother Alicent, who had eyes only for him and automatically lost her wits whenever he appeared, and Rhaenyra, who was already a little "dim" to begin with, suddenly encountering a woman this clever was rather hard to get used to.
This woman doesn't seem like a good person, he grumbled inwardly.
He wasn't sure whether he had misread what lurked in her eyes, nor whether he was ready to face it.
"Are you scared?" Laena burst into a laugh at his expression. The clear sound scattered into the night on the sea breeze, like a startled gull. She reached up again to gather her wind-tousled silver-gold curls, her voice regaining some of its usual teasing lilt, though a hint of earnest probing lay beneath it. "I can't just kill him, can I?"
At that, Aegon fell silent.
That's not necessarily true, he thought. As for that Harlan, he alone had a hundred ways to make the man "disappear."
But he couldn't say that aloud, at least not