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"if you want to become like vaemond , i can make you one. even though my wife did not send me for that reason , she would be happy if i bring her your head."he shrugged. his hand shifted to the hilt of his sword.
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โoh, well arenโt i the lucky one?โ
his voice still drips with sarcasm, and yet he smirks at his uncle over the top of his goblet โ draining the last drops of wine from it.
โso, my sweet sister didnโt send you here to kill me.โ
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"if i gave you that attention , you probably wouldn't be alive by now."he rolled his eyes in annoyance.
"let's say i'm tolerating you right now."
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he deliberately does not meet his eyes, having absolutely zero intention of indulging such a.. ridiculous suggestion.
โattention? the only attention you are likely to give me would undoubtedly come from your blade.โ