ᴵᴵ 𓈉 𝙽𝙰𝙼𝙴𝙳 ⁎
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⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀so, mine own brother 𝐚𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 the iron throne .
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ᅠ ⠀ ̲.̲.̲.̲ ⠀⠀ ♡ ⠀⠀this⠀⠀post ⠀ ⏜ ⠀⠀ to⠀⠀discuss⠀⠀ideas⠀⠀and⠀⠀⊹˖ ⠀⠀storylines⠀⠀ › ⠀⠀ with ⠀⠀ 𝐚𝐞𝐠𝐨𝐧⠀⠀. ᅠ
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︵‿︵ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ・❉・ ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ‿︵‿︵ . . • 𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒆𝒏𝒂 ⠀ ⠀𓅩 #hotdrp penned by cali ⠀ ⠀ ❤︎ series knowledge / canon ⠀⠀ ༒⠀ཾ༵ admin • 22 yrs old — MDNI ⠀ ⠀ 𓉸 18+ themes ♡ ཐི❤︎ཋྀ ͎。˚
⠀ 𝑆𝑜, 𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑦 𝑓𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑑 𝑚𝑦 𝑐𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝑤𝑖𝑡𝘩 𝑠𝑛𝑎𝑘𝑒𝑠, 𝐼 𝑟𝑒𝑔𝑟𝑒𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑎𝑦⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀𝐷𝑜 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑏𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑒𝑣𝑒 𝑚𝑒 𝑛𝑜𝑤?
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+ it’s no jest, if that’s what you fear. i ’ve no wish to make a fool of you. i seek your trust, brother— and i would offer you an apology.
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+ younger knew best. his body drew taut beneath the grip, eyes locked upon his brother’s, finding there not warmth but disapproval hardening into cold. when the king spoke, it was little more than breath, a whisper shaped with care. 】+
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+ between them before lay unburied; a scar had been touched, a wound reopened, and it still smarted. tenderness, from one such as aegon, must have seemed a dream too fragile to credit. fear, wrath, sorrow— these were the lessons the +
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+ chill that took him, the way his brother’s temper drew tight and sharp, honed by old humiliations. he saw what they had made of him— how distrust had rooted deep, how even blood and kinship offered little shelter. whatever had passed +
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【 aemond had cause enough for suspicion— reason to think the whole affair a cruel jest, that at any moment knights might come bursting through the doors with nothing but laughter and mockery in tow. aegon felt it at once: the sudden +
Tenderness had never been something Aemond had known in any abundance. In childhood he had not been important enough—Alicent’s gaze had always been fixed on Aegon and his future—and after the loss of his eye, after the mockery and the ceaseless jests had forged him a suit of —
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+ all men doubt me. tell me— how far does your loyalty truly run?
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+ wine raised by the hand of one sworn to him. the king did not take it at once. a measured pause held him, a breath given to thought, to judgment, before at last his fingers closed around the cup and claimed it. 】lately it seems +
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【 his gaze yet lingered upon the far horizon— upon the heaped clouds, the breadth of the realm stretched beneath them, upon all that those lilac orbs might seize before the moment turned. he was still so fixed when the offering came, +
“ 𝒚ou need not prove yourself to me, your grace. ” he'd chosen to pour them both a cup, carrying it in hand as he dared to cross around the table in the council room to find him standing nearest the open window. wine cup offered over. only bringing his own to his lips ›
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【 the hour called for heat and steam— for the slow mercy of water drawn scalding, carried deep into the chambers. 】
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