@VERMAXBORN A faint smile tugged at Cregans lips.
"Careful, my prince "
His thumb brushed gently over the prince's knuckles.
"Speak to me like that much longer and I may begin to believe I've done something worthy of it."
His blade gleamed as he wielded it, the metal singing with every clash of steel, it was only when the ๐ฅ๐ฒ๐ฎ๐ฑ๐ฒ๐ฟ appeared that the Lord of Winterfell slowed, facing the ๐ฅ๐ฒ๐ฎ๐ฑ๐ฒ๐ฟ
โ up for a spar ?โ
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He sank in the sand, the waves lapping and tugging at him, The skies were clearโ bare of any dragons, bare of Vermax whose sight heโd grown so used to.
He was to lateโ many moons had passed, Jacaerys had long since been claimed by the stranger and Cregan, was left without a