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⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⭛ condescending of nature, a grand gesture of ability an faith in one.
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ' ' Come. Or perhaps your sword hand remains as 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙨𝙚 as your habits of wine— ' '
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⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ' ' Right , right. 𝙏𝙧𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜. ' '
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ A subtle dismissal of the hand, gentle wave as such devote amethyst gaze fixated on that of blood. Steadfast against even kin, features curling to present forth a smirk. ⭛
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His father the king was in the stands with his mother while aegon was facing against his Uncle daemon . Aegon was trying to not let the nerves win but seeing who he was facing he couldn't help it.
The king says " daemon do not forget its training go easy...
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⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⭛ hand and fist. Narrowing gaze of amethyst burning into the skin as iron against flesh.
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ Anger unfit to wield as weaponry, yet enough to taint the air exhaled from the lung.
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⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ' ' The difference is, 𝙉𝙞𝙚𝙘𝙚. My actions would have been cloaked— you nor the bastards of this realm would see even a glimps of my path. "
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ Bearing of fangs , each stained with ichor of years past, a maw vile ⭛
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⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⭛ pleasantries of youthful years. A time lost to the abhorrent tithes of nature herself, a cruel understanding of loss in the realm.
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ A single stride stepping closer, pulling distant weight within reach of ⭛