𝓐. 𝓗𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓

what is a lineage, if not a gold thread of pride and guilt?

he has no feelings 、 you see . he does not love 、 he does not hate 、 he does not grieve . this is a game to him 、 mildly diverting .

my dark child, my love, evil of my evil.

He did not know what stirred this sudden need in her to touch him—as though the frost that so often encased her had yielded at last beneath his heat, cracking just enough to let her tenderness seep through. And he drank it in. Clung to it. Hungered for it in a way he would —

He cocks his head to the side. "Only one way to find out."

a frowned appeared “you are consumed of grief I can see it clear but you don’t want this to mark you and your family — Aemond marked his own path the moment Lucerys took his eye or was it when Aegon started sprouting the seeds of shame upon him? no one truly knows. ”

That makes him laugh. "I like that. And yes. More or less."

Her touch was unfamiliar—almost foreign. Like a distant memory from childhood, blurred by time and pride, something he could scarcely grasp without it slipping through his fingers. And yet the tenderness of it filled him with warmth. It was an unbearable thing. He found —

"Sail west, not east. Leave the little queen to her olives and seat Prince Aegon upon the Iron Throne. The boy has stones, give him that."

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"Ah, dunno. A whole variety and it highly depends on my mood. Dornish wine, at times. Other times from my personal stash at Storm's End."

a small frowned appeared knowing entrusted one another so much to her own stubbornness he permitted it. just this once “ shed your teeth toward me all you want — but savour them for the pretender you only lash at me because you’re enemy is out of reach. ” he commented fairly

the knight remained silent hearing the way she was being difficult and for what reason he intended to find out. Cole frowned “ if you wish to continue behaving so insufferably then be my guest but I assumed we trusted one another at least — or am I assuming wrong? ”