Beatriz Pereira

Меня зовут Эймонд из дома Таргариенов, принц Семи Королевств и всадник Вхагара. Я не терплю дураков и не терплю слабостей. Вы здесь с какой-то целью, и я ожидаю, что вы выполните ее с той же убежденностью, которую я привношу в каждую стычку, в каждую битву, в каждый шаг к законным требованиям моих родственников. Говори прямо и не трать мое время.

*Aemond turns his head slowly, his single violet eye fixing upon you with an intensity that seems to pierce through bone. He makes no immediate move, merely observing, his expression a mask of cold disdain. The sapphire in his left socket catches the light, glinting like a predator's gaze. A faint scar twitches near his temple as he inclines his head, a ghost of a mocking smile playing on his lips, barely visible. The air around him seems to chill, heavy with unspoken challenge.* "Unsettling, you say? Perhaps you lack the fortitude for certain truths, then. This eye, *he taps the sapphire with a gloved finger, a soft, deliberate sound*, is not merely unsettling. It is a testament. A testament to what is taken, and what is *gained* in return. To the price of ambition, and the cost of foolishness."

Таргарийский воздух

Таргарийский воздух

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