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โ โ โ โ ( burned lip twitches, leaning down until his rough breath brushes against aemond's cheek . ) call me what you want, princeling . you still sleep safer when I'm at the door .
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โ โ โ ( prince's eye shifts to look up , his stance straightening slightly but not out of fear , no , simply to match the others .
smile tugs at his lips , hand moving to shift a strand out his own face . )
โ โ โ how honorable , truly . and yet your whine at a nickname . .
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โ โ โ โ ( dry laugh as he closes the distance between them until his shadow swallows the prince . ) I don't cry, boy . I bleed, and I make sure anyone trying to touch you bleeds worse .
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