BASED ON HOUSE OF THE DRAGON ON HBO &
FIRE AND BLOOD BY GEORGE R.R. MARTIN.
"In a family of gods, they were ordinary men."
"Apart, they were bitter and cold, a lone speck
against an infinite darkness, but together, they
burned as bright as the st...
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chapter twenty-three !
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AEMOND, 134 AC
The collar of his jacket scratched against his neck uncomfortably.Aemond tugged at it discreetly, hoping that the High Septon didn't notice his movement or hear the rattling of the bulky gold chain sitting upon his shoulders.
Even though the heavy black and red cloak with gold embellishments was positioned on top of the elaborate chain, it still moved.
The queen had insisted that he don the stupid chain as well as the finely tailored jacket of black and gold, which he thought looked ridiculous on him. But to top it all off, he was given an elaborately embroidered baldric to carry the sword she'd gifted him. It was a beautiful blade, but the pommel was bulky, made of elaborate swirls of metal that caged his hand when he held it. He would keep the sword to please her, but he would never use it nor the baldric. He preferred a practical blade on a practical belt.
As the septon spoke in front of the crowd gathered in the throne room, Aemond let out an impatient sigh. He hadn't been to a wedding since Aegon and Helaena's, and even then, the prayers didn't seem to take as long as they did now.
