there was a slight narrowing of his eyes as he looked over the lord commander. it was only fair that his loyalties β Ν his intentions β Ν were questioned. but it was not something he particularly enjoyed.
"we were π πππ£ on it before we were put to the sword for truths." though he didn't agree β
ββ the knight stood there, his hands clasped in front of him, as he began to converse with the son of a man who had lost his life, discussing matters of varying degrees of truth. he still remembered the freshness of the blood spread on the ground after he had instinctively pulled aemond behind him.
