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Crismon: Heheh. I get that. *She smiled, her gold tooth showing.*

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Nothing lasts forever (even beauty) ...

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IDK, I was bored and decided to translate a snippet from my fanfic about book!DaeCole (Daemon x Criston).

God, I hope this fic sees the light of day, otherwise he’ll remain my only reader, lmao.

Daemon shared his plans to go to the Stepstones to end this godsforsaken war. Rhaenyra expressed concern, but her uncle assured her that "a Targaryen on dragonback has nothing to fear." Then the Maester led the Princess away for her lesson, and the two men were left alone. "You know, I could take you with me. I’d put in a good word with my brother," Daemon drawled as if in passing, watching them leave. The Princess had insisted that the lesson be held at the Weirwood tree. The Maester did not resist her will. So the Prince and the White Knight remained standing on the path nearby. "The Kingsguard must remain in the Keep to guard His Majesty’s family." "Am I not family?" "I am the Princess’s sworn shield." "The palace is full of capable warriors, they would find a knight for her," Daemon brushed it off. "Why don't you take one of those capable knights then?" Criston asked with a slight edge of sarcasm. "I need an exceptional one." Criston looked down for a moment, smiling to himself contentedly. He was clearly flattered by the Prince’s words. It wasn't every day that members of the Royal Family said such things to their subordinates. "I’d give you a ride on Caraxes," Daemon said conspiratorially, leaning toward Criston, who stood to the side. He raised his eyebrows questioninglу. Criston gave a quiet chuckle, "I am flattered by your offer, my Prince, but I shall decline it, if you permit." "Why? Duty again? Does that foolish code of yours have a clause forbidding dragon rides?" Daemon curled his lips. He always felt that half of the White Guard’s rules could be safely cut away. As if anyone followed them in full? Perhaps only Ser Casterlyng and, possibly, the stubborn Cole. "No, my Prince, it does not." "Then what is it? Are you saying you’ve never wanted to ride a real dragon? What rubbish. Everyone who meets even one of them desires it." Criston smiled with studied innocence, "Well, or perhaps I simply haven't met such a dragon that I would want to ride yet." Daemon's face softened. His eyebrows shot up slightly, and his lips curved into an amazed smile, giving him a dreamy look. He was becoming more and more enchanted by the White Knight.

Guys, there’s over 40 pages, it’s not even funny anymore!! (I’M NOT FINISHED PASTING SCENES!!!).