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⠀⠀ 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞'𝐬 a calm found by the waterside; the dark waters of the gullet lapping at the shore. he's taken to visiting every evening after supper, finding comfort in the lingering scent of smoke upon the water's surface.
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〝 forgive me, my prince— 〞the words are out sooner than he can think, as if burned. he did not mean offense; shoulders relax as he tries to fit in at the feast.
an attempt to ease into a more normal line of conversation, where he should show his gratitude. for all the ›
ᅠ 𝒔ilence hangs in the air for a moment, and it is not a pleasant one, as if their surroundings had materialized between them ﹔ there is something else there, in 𝒉𝒊𝒎, Baelon can sense it. ››
@aeneuzaldriza handled metals most of his life, understood their inner - workings, how to fix them when broken. but this had certainly been more than embarrassing.
〝 you have been riding far longer than i. 〞and he glances over once more, this time nodding his head. 〝 your assistance is ›
@syraxkipagiros his mother had sent him to westeros, was of a bastard valyrian tongue, high valyrian felt even more strange to both tongue and ear.
looking across the grand distance between dragons, his eyes find her.
“ aye. ” he pauses, to let his gaze drift back over the expanse of ropes and steps that were built into the harness well before his time. his grandfather, jaehaerys, having raised the dragon since its hatching. “ though i fear i will never truly feel secure. ” great ›
A delicate hand ran across golden scales, even in the low light of the caves of Dragonstone the scales shimmered. All her life she’s known these scales and they still captive her.
The sense of eyes upon her drew her attention left, to the man stood by the bronze beast. —
@syraxkipagiros until he’s able to get a better grip on them.
〝 paerī, vermitos. 〞— 𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰, 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫.
it is strange, how a language unknown to him before, sounds so natural coming from him. while the lysene tongue, that he’d grown up around before ›
@pyreskorn the words to contend with instead. 〝 i … 〞there’s a hesitation when he speaks, and not even one he’s attempting to hide.
〝 … the seven strike me down where i stand if i were to lie, but i cannot speak for what might be, your grace. 〞he knows those words alone may be ›
@pyreskorn little about ruling, your grace. but i do know about metal. i know, that like people, they need not be heated unevenly or they will break. 〞he pauses, in hopes that his words came through. 〝 your people need to know you mean to protect them, to lead them. 〞
@pyreskorn there is little he knows about ruling and even less about war. it is only survival that he is familiar with. something that has since been twisted on its head since being brought into the fold of the king’s service.
all he does is watch the blade cut into flesh. 〝 i know ›