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The day Fabrizio recrossed the gates of Sunspear he did so using his own face; it almost felt like coming home, if a Faceless Man could still pretend to have a home to call his own.
Walking down the city streets to the boardwalk, Fabrizio got reacquainted with his memories of a past long thought forgotten, a life buried long ago under the sandy lands of Dorne. He forced himself to focus on his current goal: find and assassinate on the Iron Islands' behalf the young lord Greyjoy, the wanna-be heir to the Seastone Chair now in hiding in the remote southern reign. His intended target was a kingslayer and a traitor.
It should have been an effortless mission. It should have been easy.
At the time Fabrizio couldn't have imagined how much Prince Ermal would touch his life, his morals, and his heart.