[ here he is, aemond targaryen the one-eye, the kinslayer. tim laughlin would not have survived a fraction of what aemond has, and he would dare insult him so. does he think aemond unable to see through the attempt? when his own mother has torn him apart in nearly every way she could, just to remind him of his youth?
tim will not yield to grace, that much is clear, and aemond tires of it all. with casual disregard aemond hums, steps around tim and walks away.
there is nothing for him to say, and nothing for tim that he will hear. ]
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tim will not yield to grace, that much is clear, and aemond tires of it all. with casual disregard aemond hums, steps around tim and walks away.
there is nothing for him to say, and nothing for tim that he will hear. ]