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who kills their own 𝒃𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 ?
well , someone who loves him
very much . he makes of womb
an altar & prays : I have shed
for you the truth of life . could
you please bring him back ?
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the fields were blue this time of year . the dying season . he stood by the window , watching it . a great , immovable heaviness .
—— over his heart was pinned a silver brooch , three chevrons of a segmented dragon’s tail .
he was quiet a long while , his hands clutching the edge of the table on which he leaned .
“ it’s not on your behalf that i permit him to go . know that . ” a pained expression passed quickly over his face , willed away by a harsh knitting of his brows .
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blink ⸝ blink. as much as
duncan wishes to refuse ⸝ his
body aches for rest. so he
drags himself forward with a
heavy sigh ⸝ plopping into the
nearest seat.
" i'm fine ⸝ really. just a tad
beat up. "
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correct me if i am wrong here, but they're both feisty young men with swords who like to look for fights.
death seems a little . . . extreme for another little bickering session, don't you think .ᐣ
save it . there are less of us than there are of them . and there are those of them who would question your uncle’s claim to the throne .
our era demands that we pick our fights wisely , and 𝑎𝑙𝑤𝑎𝑦𝑠 with tact . how you still fail to grasp this concept is beyond me .
i will be tactful with those who deserve it, father. a worthless hedge knight who can’t remember his own vows and a crowned peasant are not people who deserve it.
It was not a fact or an affirmation . And for the record , I do and say what I want , whenever I want .
So , when I say I could beat your boy to the ground , I think and that is an affirmation . Be pleased or not .