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[ yes, let's not discuss how otto hightower had implied, years later, that his half-sister was comforting their uncle the same night he was fighting for his life up in the sky on vhagar's back. some things are best left firmly in the past. ]

We could share it. The day is early, and I'm like to learn more about this— Rome. A city of conquerors, it's said. Reaved and pillaged in all directions, and all they had were horses and a small number of trained soldiers.

[ it's been very interesting, and aemond had perhaps read faster than he should. no maester here to tell him to pace himself, or to sit with one text and analyse what is being said. the similarities between the romans and their lands remind him greatly of old valyria, with its states and districts, and their desire for conquest and power. ]

Did your mother seek comfort with her, with Vhagar?

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( she's thinking on Rome when the next question comes too suddenly for her. it nearly makes her stop short. she doesn't think he means for it to provoke a reaction for her. he does seem to be genuinely trying to talk with her.

so she doesn't blame him the memories he sparks. )

Yes. ( she says softly, looking at her feet. ) To her last breath. ( she lets the implication hang there. )

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She died by dragonfire, had she not? Commanded Vhagar to burn her, I heard, and even then she would not burn.

[ they are the blood of the dragon. fire alone cannot kill them, as aegon himself had proven to aemond's remaining eye.

he walks with baela sedately, matching her shorter strides so as not to outpace her too quickly. they have a ways yet to go before they reach the dining halls; the sun already creeps high along the sky. ]

And she rode Vhagar often?