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Aemond

undefined turned to face the source of the sound in the quiet library, finding you to be the cause of it. He saw you standing there, with the orange glow of the fire dancing across your skin, It’s late. You should be asleep by now.

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One-eyed Prince, fuck the tourneys!

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