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Quaint?  There  wasn’t  much  Oberyn  knew  when  it  came  to  the  nature  of  babes;  often  opting  to  be  anywhere  other  than  near  them  to  avoid  getting  too  familiar.  Could  never  really  bring  himself  to  coo  and  awe  while  a  restless  babe  kicked  and  cried,  wiggling  their  new  weight  in  arms  strong  enough  to  hold  while  family  and  friends  and  other  members  of  court  circled  around  with  unbridled  excitement  he  didn’t  enthusiastically  share. He  was  better  off  being  a  silent  spectator  who  drank  his  full  of  wine  and  ate  red  grapes  from  the  fragranced  hands  of  those  he’d  rather  be  caught  tangled  in  bed  with. 

“That’s  certainly  one  way  to  describe  the  newest  heir,”  And  while  following  the  other's  lead,  Oberyn  brought  his  own  gilded  chalice  to  his  lips,  savoring  whatever  contents  were  left  inside  before  moving  his  gaze  from  off  all  the  silk  and  satin  that  carefully  cradled  their  current  topic  of  conversation  to  meet  the  eyes  of  company  that  was  much  more  welcomed.  “Don’t  give  the  bards  any  idea,  though.  We’ll  be  singing  about  shouting  babes  striking  fear  in  the  hearts  of  warlord  men  from  now  until  next  Winter.”

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slender fingers tap at the body of a silver chalice, with coral lips forming into 𝖺 𝖿𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗍 𝗀𝗋𝗂𝗆𝖺𝖼𝖾 at the piercing melody of shrieks & wails coming from the silk-draped cradle. the poised nereid casts a soft gaze towards her nearest company, chewing on her words thoughtfully. ‎“ she's certainly a ... 𝘲𝘶𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘵 little thing. ” it seems that the gods had not bestowed ellaria with the maternal touch, nor the fortitude for infantile rattle. regardless, she remained blissful for her princess & their 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝖽𝗋𝖺𝗀𝗈𝗇. “ with that pair of lungs, she shall surely strike fear into our enemies, one day. ”