β end. it is not you, but rather the passions that lie within us. the devious cravings that come from fire and blood . . . if the gods have flipped a coin for you, brother, you should not think that it has landed, simply because of one bad decision. '
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the young prince offers nothing but a sweet smile to his elder brother, for he knew the words were, albeit rare, but true.
daeron had been away for far too long, having now just returned to the red keep after his brother's coronation. there was a β
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β chin up, lad, β is rarely heard in such a light tone from the prince. but this time, it sweeps by on a wind so soft that it can barely be heard at all. if anybody had suggested he had ever said a thing, there would easily βΊ
β bittersweet sting to being home. it was only now, at ten-and-eight, that he was truly getting to know his family.
a wine shared between brothers which daeron cringed at as his sipped ( he much preferred the ales in oldtown ).
' i do not blame you, aemond. for storm's β
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β one may have thought that the death of oneβs brother is something you should know . . . perhaps i have overstepped, β she said, a confused expression slapped upon her face.
the princess was known to manic episodes and this was one of them, as she β
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β five paces from me , cousin! β the princess growled, teasingly rolling her eyes.
β you stink of dragon , and not in a good way. β
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the princess could not find sleep , so she wondered the red keep in hope of some serenity.
β cousin? β she called , after noticing the other princess nearby.
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β my queen , what a spectacular occasion. it is a shame my uncle , the king , could not be in attendance. β
the bronze princess , as the people of the realm has nicknamed her , smirked & sipped upon her wine.
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a manic giggle, clapping her hands together.
β someone is dead . . . and a war is about to begin, β aly sighed gently.
β uncle viserys was ever so sweet to me, but the stranger has claimed him now. β
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β ah, uncle ! thank the gods. β
the princess waded into the room , standing directly in front of the bed. she wore a velvet, hooded cloak, which had now been pulled back.
β i am glad to catch you away from the red keep . . . we need to talk. β
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strolling through the red keep ; gods, alyssa cannot even remember the last time she was here. . .
yet, the stench of shit still remains clinging to kings landing.