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Some days you believed you were born cursed.
“I am the one that does not belong,” you cried, anguished, "I want to look like them, like my brothers!”
Your utter desperation for dark features threatened to choke the life from your lungs. Silver hair, silver tongue.
-Your friendship with Aemond throughout the years would not be easy, yet you could not find the strength to keep away. Your road to the Iron Throne was long, and your journey there even more so. After a harrowing night on Driftmark, you return to the Red Keep once more.
Heavy is the head that wears the crown.