Whispers filled his ears, his eyes filled with tears, unknowingly to him, wandering to the next person to the next, everyone of them with that hardened, judgement gaze staring into his soul, trying to read him, judging him for a sin he didn't have a choice to commit. That sin of being a bastard. Not a honorable and worthy person to those hard gaze of everyone around him. The sin that he burdened with him for years, that one day left him when he fell to the sea by the hands of his old best friend, the person he took an eye from, Aemond Targaryen.All Rights Reserved