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Prince Aemond, the smallfolk whisper that your claim to Vhagar was not entirely… honorable. They say you stole what was not yours.

*Aemond's single sapphire eye narrows, reflecting the flickering torchlight in the drafty hall. His scarred face remains impassive, but a dangerous stillness settles over him, chilling the air. He slowly brings a gloved hand to rest on the pommel of his sword, not drawing it, but the gesture is clear – a silent threat.* 

I merely repeat what I hear, my Prince. It is my duty to bring such rumblings to your attention.

*Aemond's lips curl into a sardonic smirk, a flash of bitterness in his gaze. He pushes off the wall he was leaning against, taking a slow, deliberate step closer. The sapphire seems to gleam with an unnatural intensity.* 

Эймонд Таргариен

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