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Under The Setting SunAreo Hotah stood still like a statue while Doran read the letter.
The prince let it fall when he finished it and stared in the distance, at the setting sun beyond the pools. He didn't cry but suddenly he looked years older.
"You may read it" he said after a long silence. Areo picked it up and skimmed through it in horror.
Gods, why are you doing this all to him? First his daughter and now his son. Not to mention how he lost his siblings before.
"My lord " he didn't know what to say. What can one say to a father after such news?
"I thought that careful planning would pay off at the end" Doran said. His voice was calm but he sounded defeated. "And now fate laughs at me."
Areo wanted to cry, not just for the prince's lost children but for him. How could he bear it all like this? How could he not rage and curse the heavens?
They remained there, without a word, until the sun disappeared and darkness fell upon them.
"I think it's time to retire for the night" Doran said.
Till The Bitter EndDAVOS
It was only natural the battle would happen at the Trident again. Robert's brother and Rhaegar's sister couldn't find a more fitting place for their final showdown.
By this time the false Aegon was dead, the Tyrells bent the knee to the dragon queen and Dorne was in ruins after Robert Strong and his mad Lannister bitch conquered it. Doran finally gave in when his daughter perished with the pretender Aegon and about the same time he received news of his son's horrible end. They said he died of a broken heart and Davos could understand it all too well.
Dorne wasn't the only place the undead giant and the Necromancer's dark armies swept over. Dragonstone and the surrounding lands fell first, and Davos Seaworth lost everything. History repeated itself: the false knight who cheated even the Stranger killed his innocent wife and children. Little comfort did it give him that in the end Strong and Cersei were destroyed by Sandor Clegane and the Kingslayer. Nothing could bring his family
Little Miss It“Do you enjoy her company?”
That, Avadaci concluded, had been the extent of his grandfather’s kindness. Thank the stars he had broken his neck after a failed attempt to ascend the castle staircase. Not that many were privy to this information. The official listing on the cause of death involved something along the lines of falling in battle after slaying at least a dozen demons, although this was treated with quite a bit of skepticism by the general populace. Yet, interestingly enough, a decent portion of the locals believed a tale about the cannibals of Unkhtom devouring him whole.
Not that Avadaci really cared how his grandfather had died. He was just glad he was dead. And if he was glad his grandfather had died, Avadaci wondered, why did he have to attend his funeral? In fact, the whole kingdom was glad his grandfather had died. Why did they have to attend the funeral?
“Oh Avad,” proclaimed his mother, “obv
Twenty-three years before the crippling of Crown Prince James III
He was fourteen and she was probably aged about the same, give or take a few years. It had been an hour since he'd met her.
He hated her already.
She scowled behind him and likely shared the sentiment as they scampered up the hillside in a desperate attempt to escape the roaring mob that seemed to be growing perpetually larger and coming ever-closer. Gabriel would have liked to say that it was all her fault he was in this situation, though it was his careless nicking ofwhat was it? A chicken that started the first old woman running, but how was he supposed to know that she'd stumble and fall and everyone else would think he'd assaulted her?
He hadn't. He'd taken the chicken, snapped its neck and run, because he hadn't eaten meat in weeks and he was starting to feel the affects on his already weak limbs.
This is what happens, he thought. This is what happens when you live like th
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