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[premonite]

❝ come forth, and speak to my face. or do you only do your murdering from the shadows? ❞ @metroway

aemond is itching to spill blood, but it is too soon. the castle itself is foe enough, if the stories are to be believed; it would serve him not to make any more enemies, if it can be helped. he puts little value on superstition, but harrenhal is built to disorient outsiders. he’d left ser criston with the responsibility of securing the remaining strongs and their staff while he and several of his more astute men search the castle for remnants of daemon’s army. in truth, aemond does not know how far he is from the main hall; twice he has tried to return, only to uncover new corridors just when he think he has found his way. 

as he steps forward, aemond shrugs of his hood. ❝ those who die by my hand — ❞ the hands in question drop from behind his back to his sides, showing that they hold no weapon, though his cloak does not conceal the hilt of his sword. the woman before him possesses a sharpness that most within these walls lack. she could prove useful, but he makes no attempt to charm or impress her, his words curt, impatient.  ❝ — always know it. i asked if you are a friend of daemon targaryen. ❞

[castell4n]

the       princess       andromeda,       all       white       and       shining       like       a       pearl       under       the       sun,       the       crown       jewel       of       the       plan       he       had       so       carefully       crafted       thanks       to       their       benefactor.              the       end       was       nearing,       the       power       of       their       weapons       at       their       maximum.              it       was       all       going       according       to       plan.              his       morning       interrupted       by       an       unexpected       visit,       one       of       the       lieutenants,       affirming       the       arrival       of       someone       new.              luke       smiled       at       that,       someone       else       had       decided       to       join       them.              he       dressed       properly       to       meet       the       visitor,       and       he       smiled       when       he       got       on       deck       and       saw       an       unfamiliar       face,       despite       his       own       confusion.              he       had       known       most       of       the       people       around       camp.              she       was       not       a       known       camper,       not       at       all.

he       feels       like       a       movie       star       sometimes,       before       the       grand       premiere       of       his       movie,       THE       ABSOLUTE       STAR.              he       opens       his       arms       wide,       signaling       towards       the       hulking       cruise.              "       welcome,       welcome.              i’m       luke,       it’s       a       pleasure       to       meet       you.       "              emphasizing       pleasure       and       you,       the       words       so       attractive       and       soft       like       silk,       the       greeting       rolled       off       his       tongue       with       powerful       grace.              "       what’s       your       name ?              WHO       are       you,       hm       ?       "      @metroway