@SoyAemonITargaryen
Fake news.
¿Y qué absurda idea te convenció de que me escondo, mhm? Apenas pones un pie aquí y ya empiezas a escupir mierda sin fundamento. Te creía menos imprudente.
Eso será el pito nervioso de Daeron. No lo veo desde hace días, tal vez ya esté pudriéndose en una cuneta.
ME ROBASTE LAS GAFAS.
Hola, primo.
¿A mí no me saludas?
AEMOOOOOOON.
Te extraño.
¡Hermano! La tierra no me tragó, estoy justo aquí. No sigo siendo tan pequeño... creo que he crecido un par de centímetros.
Regresa pronto, Aemon. ¡Tengo mucho que contarte! Y no puedo decírtelo por una carta. ¡Tienes que ver mis habilidades como escudero con tus propios ojos!
And why the fuck should i care what people think of my gratitude? I am a dragon, Aemon, and I do not trouble myself with the resentment of lesser men. Surely you’d remember that if your mind wasn't atrophying from too much time buried in those dusty books. Gods, you're dull. Even when speaking of names. I find Maegor a most fitting choice for a pup of my blood, a son who inherits my hunger might finally ensure that history repeats itself, restoring our glory to its rightful, bloody heights. Wouldn't that be fabulous, dear brother? Aye, that old man was a fool to think Lys a punishment. He was naive, for in a city that truly understands freedom, one's hunger only sharpens. I’d have sent you word of my exploits just to scandalize your quiet little life, but I was far too occupied with the exquisite and the complacent to waste a moment on ink. You should have seen my Aerea there, she truly suits a world without father’s stifling modesty, looking every bit the dragon she was born to be. Freedom becomes her.
Tardes.
Aemon. Aemon. Aemooon.
