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    Maekar’s face was mottled with purple bruising, a deep cut brushing across the bridge of his nose. His skin was sallow and pale, and his hair limp. Up this close, Valarr could see the pitted pox marks hidden behind the silver beard, heavy lines etched in his uncle’s skin from years of strain caused by war, the loss of his wife and his misbehaving children. The lines were deeper now than they were before the trial, before he had swung his mace through his father’s skull.

    Ugly. Was the cruel thought that came to mind. Maekar was not handsome like his father. Was not anything like his father.

    Baelor Targaryen lays close to death in Ashford Castle three days after the Trial of Seven, and Valarr hates his uncle almost as much as he hates himself.

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