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I made that distance of my own choice, dear brother. he never agreed with my methods, nor I his.
you can lick boots all you like, but I know the truth of it.
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( oh—? brow cocks in piqued curiosity. creases placed into brow, smudging the vainglory that once existed in its place. )
unable to handle you, pampered princeling? I think you underestimate your uncle.
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( an eye rolls, the capricious prince 𝐚𝐥𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 smiling. silver hair flicks over a shoulder, like liquid moonlight. )
well — of course i would. but you could not handle it.
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loud enough to perk the scales of the crimson dragon, head shifting from the comfort of golden scales. adjusting neck, then tilting head as it looked curiously towards the approaching rider. )
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( with how busy Viserys was, it would be of no surprise. distracted by the going-on of a kingdom, the absconding of the Rogue Prince and the Delight of the Realm would be secondary to greater issues. )
Caraxes. ( came his call, echoing through the corridor. —
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/ coward. / ( came the sing-song variant of tone, taunts of a childish nature. )
if I married my niece, who’s to say I wouldn’t take my nephew as well.
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you do realise we 𝐚𝐥𝐥 use our dragons for those purposes? it is sort of a thing for our family.
if you wish to fight me, just say it.
you seem awfully keen for me to draw my sword.
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is that a threat, nephew—?
finally grown a backbone, only ever after realizing you’d require a dragon to best your uncle.
obviously too craven to fight me with blade.
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abide by the whims of quiet for a dreadfully short period of time. breakage supplied by a single word, anointed with power and truth.
“ No. ” while hands did the rest of his speaking for him. further pressing himself to her, squeezing tight his given present.
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an unfortunate consequence, but one he wouldn’t have changed the outcome of—
for all Daemon knew, it was this wedge that drove him to find Laena.
to find the only peace he’d ever truly known, with daughters and a wife.
silence kept his tongue, left to—
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timidly, she never asked this before. For all she knew many tragedies could've been avoided, Viserys would've still been healthy, and Rhaenyra's mother would've had a better chance of living by not being bred to death for an heir...
“His reign ruined your relationship with him.”
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dissenter of me, you know. Ever since she made her own claims for the throne. ” eyes roll, burying himself further in her being. distracting from his own thoughts.
“ I am gladdened by the news of our daughters serving as my emissaries, better them than I. ”
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instead, she was Queen of his heart. not nearly as admirable as Queen of the realm, he even knew that, but it was better fit. as for the other, the man deserved such a fate; for he was undeserving of such a noble beauty.
“ Your mother always was an outward—
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matching spirit.
“But mother always said I deserved more than a banished prince. Still does... however after the girls she is less prompt to speak ill of you.”