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i well know my place . wise where he is foolish , strong where he is weak … able where he is yet 𝑢𝑛𝑓𝑖𝑡 . i wonder , will his failings fall upon me to remedy ?
if i wished to tear him down , he would surely be torn . you mistake me , mother . i wish only to serve 𝑚𝑦 𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 and my house . do you doubt me ?
earnestness was a rarity . its presence now was foreign and drew a pause . night stretched wide and slow between them . fragile .
he leaned close and , with the tips of his fingers , pushed his own chalice across the table . a nod towards the decanter .
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had viserys prevailed with a brave and fearsome wife ? no , he had thwarted her , time and time again in favour of the whims of a useless daughter . his death , a final act of insufficiency .
aemond was no fool . his father was undeserving , but the throne was law .
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he had seen his mother’s efforts , upholding the iron chair on which his father sat useless . would the same fate await him ? his blood for his brother’s crown …
it was a passing thought , dismissed quickly .
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across the room , he busied his hands unfurling maps and parchments , flattening their curled edges . all the while , a careful eye stayed trained on illarion .
for all the keep was concerned , this was 𝒉𝒊𝒔 guest above all else .
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“ you should be careful of her , ser criston , ” he called out after him , his voice clear and crystalline . an unpleasant stillness about the curve of his mouth , frozen in its half-moon smile .
“ she can be a 𝑣𝑖𝑝𝑒𝑟 . ”
whatever had softened momentarily on his face , froze over again . betrayal was a bitter draught , an acrid taste . in kind , dagger is drawn and — with a harsh shove — is pressed against his brother’s throat in a heartbeat .
“ power and glory … ” he echoed .
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and they 𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒 so close — his fist clenched around the fabric of his tunic , his blade against the curve of his neck , their foreheads nearly touching . nothing but the rush of wind between them , their white hair mixed together .
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