A/N: My understanding of Valyrian grammar is rudimentary at best. Also, I couldn't do the accents because I'm writing this on a device that doesn't allow for "fancy" lettering.
As the serving staff set the roast pig down on Aemond's blind side, Lucerys started snickering, catching Aemond's attention. Before Aemond could react, though, Trinket-- the fluffy, pampered teacup dragon who could always be seen at Aemond's side-- flew over to the boy. Luke had the grace to look nervous as Trinket raised a forepaw in greeting.
"Er... Greetings, Trinket," said Lucerys, his voice shaking slightly. Trinket murred quietly in acknowledgement, then slowly, carefully, touched his paw to Luke's brow.
Aemond stood. "Dohaeras, Trinket!" His voice was like a whip, snapping through the dining chamber.
'I am serving you,' Trinket thought, flicking his tail. He let his claws extend, just enough to make Luke even more nervous.
"Trinket!" Aemond insisted. Trinket stuck his little forked tongue out at a whimpering Luke, then withdrew his claws, lowered his paw, and flew back to Aemond's side of the table. He sat down beside the roast pig, extended the claws of his forepaws, and calmly began shredding the animal.
"What in the seven hells do you think you're doing?" demanded Rhaenyra.
Trinket's tail extended and flashed through the air as he sky-wrote in something like glittering smoke: "I want pulled pork."
"Not to the pig," Rhaenyra said. "To my son."
Trinket kept calmly shredding the pig as his tail wrote, "He can handle it. After all, he and his brothers are strong."
Daemon motioned to cut the music as all eyes turned to Trinket and Aemond.
"What did you just say?" Jace asked, incredulous. Trinket ignored him.
"Trinket," said Daemon, his voice soft and menacing, "I think you should tell us what you mean by that."
"Did Aemond tell you to say that?" Rhaenyra wanted to know.
Trinket paused and looked at her, then slowly shook his head.
"He's lying!" Jace insisted.
"Taobi kostobi daor?" Trinket wrote, confused. 'The boys aren't powerful?'
Relief swept through the atmosphere... just for a moment.
"Trinket," Daemon asked, "has Aemond ever mentioned anything about 'House Strong' to you or made comments about my stepsons' parentage?"
Trinket went back to shredding his pig as he thought. "Your stepsons are of House Targaryen. Targaryen is a powerful house," he wrote after a moment.
"That settles it," said Alicent with finality.
"Issa. Biarvose," Trinket wrote, sticking his tongue out at Luke again with a little fttth. 'Yes. You're welcome.'
Aemond picked a grumbling Trinket up and sat him firmly down in his little booster seat. Trinket dunked his paws into his personal basin defiantly, splashing a little more than strictly necessary.
"Lykiri, Trinket," Aemond whispered, petting him soothingly. Trinket slowly allowed himself to relax. When he'd decided his paws were clean enough, he blew on them lightly to dry them and then reached for his pig. Aemond scooted it towards them and allowed the teacup dragon to dig in.
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