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“You slit your wife’s throat.“
Aerion blinked once. Then he laughed.
“She breathes still, does she not?”
The sound of the laugh seemed to fill the room. Maekar’s jaw tightened.
“She lives because three maesters worked half the night to keep the blood inside her body.“
Aerion shrugged and poured himself wine from the flagon on the table.
“She should be grateful for their diligence.”
The cup shattered.
After Prince Aerion Targaryen nearly kills his wife, the Faith annuls the marriage.
To preserve her honor, Prince Maekar marries her instead. It is meant to be a practical arrangement: no expectations, no heirs, no love.
But living without fear proves difficult after surviving a dragon. -
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Maekar locked the door and turned around, posture straight and hands behind his back. He stood there like a statue, in his silk embroidered dressing gown, firm and strong and unyielding.
“I have come. Don’t make me regret it.”
The other man chuckled. “I will treat you like the prince you are.” He got up, robeless with naught but his braies on, and approached his brother. “My prince,” Baelor whispered to himself. -
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„You are the one leading the fucking suicide mission, not them. And I didn’t even have to convince you, you just accept the first moment I suggest it like you have nothing to live for.“ Žižka sighed bitterly, shaking his head.
„Does it piss you off when people follow your commands without arguing?“ The Devil asked and Jan could hear the distinguishable tone of annoyance and anger giving an edge to the question. He would take it as a warning were they in a situation where avoiding conflict would be called for. This wasn’t such situation.
Takes place during the siege of Suchdol.
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Dry Devil watched the other man with furrowed brows.
„Come on now, Jan. Don’t tell me you haven’t gotten used to seeing me almost kick the bucket. You still worried about the good old Dry Devil?“
„I’m way too old to spend precious time and strength convincing myself that I’m not worried about you,“ he said, sighed deeply and sat down on the bed feeling tired and drained. He lost his two wives, and as radically different as Hynek was from both, Jan was certain the pain wouldn’t be any lesser.
„You growing soft, eh?“ The Devil grinned.
„Would you prefer it if I grew hard?“ Žižka said with a smirk although it was apparent the Devil’s efforts to lighten the mood didn’t work on him.
„It took me damn ages to place all of these fucking pillows and sit my arse down, so you can get as hard as you’d like, but I’m staying right here,“ Devil said with a smirk, trying again to pull Jan out of melancholy. I wish we could stay right here forever, Žižka thought, staring into the half-empty cup.