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Post by Horas on Feb 6, 2014 16:22:47 GMT -5
Aegon seethed, inarticulate with rage and a sudden fear for Elseyris' safety. He could think of nothing to say but vile profanity, and so sat rigid. Bargaining or pleading would only make things worse. "You have made yourself clear," Aegon finally stated, having had to visibly control himself.
Aegon caught the Lord Commander's glance and stared at him with naked contempt.
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Post by The Gambler on Feb 6, 2014 16:27:20 GMT -5
"You will understand one day that this was for your own benefit." Maegor assured him. "Have you made you choice?"
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Post by Horas on Feb 6, 2014 16:31:00 GMT -5
"Rhaena," Aegon said through gritted teeth, not trusting himself with more words.
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Post by The Gambler on Feb 6, 2014 16:32:46 GMT -5
"I couldn't have chosen better myself." Maegor commended his son in an amicable tone, as if the conversation had never taken a dark turn.
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Post by Horas on Feb 6, 2014 16:38:02 GMT -5
Aegon just stared at him. "You owe me an axe," was all he could think to say.
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Post by Lord Commander Brandon Snow on Feb 6, 2014 16:39:48 GMT -5
Brandon's hand left his hilt, and he returned to staring at the back wall about two inches above Aegon's head.
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Post by The Gambler on Feb 6, 2014 16:49:38 GMT -5
"Of course. I had meant to present at your wedding, but I will not stifle the impatience of youth." Maegor replied, his tone magnanimous. "Ser Brandon, would you fetch my son an axe from the vaults? Ser Moryn can keep us company while we await your return."
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Post by Lord Commander Brandon Snow on Feb 6, 2014 16:52:19 GMT -5
"Yes your grace," Brandon said with a nod. He stepped down from his position behind Maegor's chair, and gestured broadly with his arm, "After you, your grace." he said to the Prince.
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Post by Horas on Feb 6, 2014 16:55:53 GMT -5
Aegon stood and walked out.
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