a new plight, distinctly. the opposite has been more common place — men wriggling on the oaths they've hooked themselves with, baiting her into alliances with false promises. instinctively, she types what would you have me do? and then promptly wipes it from her screen, annoyed with her never-ending need to seek guidance.
queens and saints and generals don't beg to be led. they lead. she swallows down her uneasiness, her reply slow in coming. )
I have a name, but killing a man who enjoys it is hardly the justice I want. Giving him the death he wants won't bring me any peace.
Torment, then. Betrayal. There are other ways to break a man's heart.
[ aemond has, despite appearances, only lead himself through life. raised himself in the absence of his mother's softness, taught himself under the watchful and stern eye of his grandsire. ser criston had hardened him against womanly touch, and aegon — what can he say about aegon? his brother whom he loves and hates equally. how many times has aegon broken his heart? how many times has he picked up the remnants of his trust and rebuilt it for him again?
the realm falls in step behind him because of fear. and that fear is rooted in his refusal to be mastered by anyone. the realm will never love him — so let them fear the hurts he can inflict.
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a new plight, distinctly. the opposite has been more common place — men wriggling on the oaths they've hooked themselves with, baiting her into alliances with false promises. instinctively, she types what would you have me do? and then promptly wipes it from her screen, annoyed with her never-ending need to seek guidance.
queens and saints and generals don't beg to be led. they lead. she swallows down her uneasiness, her reply slow in coming. )
I have a name, but killing a man who enjoys it is hardly the justice I want.
Giving him the death he wants won't bring me any peace.
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[ aemond has, despite appearances, only lead himself through life. raised himself in the absence of his mother's softness, taught himself under the watchful and stern eye of his grandsire. ser criston had hardened him against womanly touch, and aegon — what can he say about aegon? his brother whom he loves and hates equally. how many times has aegon broken his heart? how many times has he picked up the remnants of his trust and rebuilt it for him again?
the realm falls in step behind him because of fear. and that fear is rooted in his refusal to be mastered by anyone. the realm will never love him — so let them fear the hurts he can inflict.
he is a better weapon than he is a son. ]
What would you like for him to suffer?