—— the knight gazed at aegon for a moment, his humour evidently never having escaped him, even after those scars. yet, those scars had made him more cynical.
dark humour haunted him just as much as he had learnt to darken snow's heart.
the latter dared to approach, his eyebrows
A strange tension hung over the scene ; something intense, yet mysterious at the same time. The king kept his distance from the man who was still a stranger, though not entirely one anymore. With a simple murmur, he commanded his dragon to remain at rest.
“Who knows? Perhaps I