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with that, a hand extends to rest a gentle palm upon the man’s face, thumb smoothing over stubbled cheek in silent comfort. reassurance, even.
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kingdom. something shared just between them.
“ you shed tears for what fate had written since the beginning. his life ended in a battle for a cause he thought true, there are * far less fulfilling ways this could have concluded. ” +
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chin tips upwards slightly at that, violets piercing through the dragon kin as a more proud demeanour came over her. * just what she wanted to hear . . .
“ . . . good. your ambition is not entirely lost on others, then. ” +
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a lapdog was all he was, all he would ever be, the fourth son with no power other than a heavy sword hand and the dragon that loomed over him when he stood on a field of battle. her question caused him to lift his head, brows —
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namesake took to the throne after deeming the * true heir too weak to rule. his methods of doing so may have been unorthodox, but he sat the iron throne, nonetheless. ”
head tilting, raven locks curling down over her shoulder. +
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more than possessed the necessities to rule, to * conquer . . . they only ever remained lapdogs.
“ if the crown was offered to you, speak truly : would you accept it .ᐣ ”
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“ you aren’t as powerless as you believe. ”
it was a simple statement, but true nonetheless. honour, loyalty, expectation . . . they were all tools used within the game of thrones, but there was an underlying pattern. those who +
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she had that freedom, maegor did not. lest he be labeled as a traitor —— he was nothing without his honor, his * loyalty. and perhaps both were his cage, keeping him from truly acting how he wished. “ my shackles are not meant —