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Post by Nyessos Qhaedar on Jun 3, 2014 12:48:18 GMT -5
"Worry not, Ser Smallwood... Skirmish will be the least of our concerns when Aegon comes." Maelys aknowledged, there was no point in lying. "So a small delay won't make much of a difference."
"And yes..." He turned to Ryman. "I will take flight right now, no one seats that throne until Maekar is back... Unless it's the case that he, gods pardon me, has departed this life; then we shall see." It was hard to say that, he knew Visenya was carrying his nephews son but putting the throne in the hands of an unborn child was never a good option.
Corion was chained right by his tent, the Lord Of Oldtown attached everything to the dragon's saddle and jumped on it's back.
"Wish me luck, my friends!"
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Post by Vhagar on Jun 3, 2014 13:06:22 GMT -5
"Good luck," Ser Ryman replied. "Let's hope King Maekar will be found safe and well after all. May the Crone light your way and the Warrior keep you safe." He he was so used to his father's way of speaking to realise that he was speaking of the Seven to a man who might favour the gods of Valyria instead.
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Post by Nyessos Qhaedar on Jun 3, 2014 13:26:08 GMT -5
Maelys nodded in thanks, his old self was starting to leak and every second that passed he could care less about deities, he only wanted his family to be safe.
"The same for you, Ser Ryman." And the dragon took flight towards the capital.
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