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in some confusion upon distinct features.
“ you wish to humiliate me and hurt me, do you not ? ” fingers encroaching upon the edge of the blade. he does not move if away, merely settles pads against the edge, a sudden movement likely to cut.
he spoke softly, not accusing, though however dressed up his words were, the accusation of madness remained.
“ i am your blood, you forget it, i o͟u͟t͟r͟a͟n͟k͟ you. you cannot point a blade at me and muse me your little victim. ” matarys murmured, brows creased
step backwards he knew valarr would have said suggested yielding. the young prince ignored the first barbs escaping the cousin’s thin lips. the glint of the blade against his chest, however, proved impossible to.
“ have you forgotten your senses, cousin ? ”
apologise to the poor sod who thought it a good thought to train with the brightflame. the words that followed, in all aerion’s apparent madness and cruelty, were mystifying. a wavering glance towards the blade pointed at his chest, matarys shifted, a small
14.02.2026 00:18 — 👍 0 🔁 0 💬 1 📌 0appeared few who were worthy of holding a sword. the poor fossoway squire, for instance. alas, there were plenty to satiate aerion’s probable desire for victory. if necessary, he would remain to watch his cousin. present a polite comment after his victory,
14.02.2026 00:18 — 👍 0 🔁 0 💬 1 📌 0a quick observation to other knights and squires within the grounds for training, matarys at once decided he was quite safe from aerion’s clutches of a game. there were plenty he could ‘ train ’ with here. even the younger prince had to concede, there
14.02.2026 00:18 — 👍 0 🔁 0 💬 1 📌 1“ i might try it. you forget i am no babe. you would do well to speak to me proper. ”
13.02.2026 02:19 — 👍 0 🔁 0 💬 0 📌 0up the first eyes settle upon. whether it was aerion’s or not, he cared little.
“ you are in luck valarr is not here. he would knock you to your boned arse. ” he muttered, careless connection of elbow to aerion’s as he held out the sword.
an involuntary flinch with aerion’s hand upon his collar, matarys shoved himself free, a grunt and gentle shrug of his shoulders as if to shake away aerion’s venom. swearing under his breath, the younger prince turned towards swords lined up, blindly picking
13.02.2026 02:19 — 👍 0 🔁 0 💬 1 📌 0felt his glare soften. not through choice, but a distraction of wonders of other means of insubordination. if his cousin was to demonstrate utter contempt for his simple existence, and yet demand his servitude, matarys would not allow it to be an easy feat.
13.02.2026 02:19 — 👍 0 🔁 0 💬 1 📌 0matarys held as steely a glare he could miser in turn to his mad cousin’s draconic gaze. his own eyes wide, as blue as his mother’s, the most minuscule flecks of lilac within the very centre, hidden to most. with his own jaw subconsciously clenched, he
13.02.2026 02:19 — 👍 0 🔁 0 💬 1 📌 1sickeningly familiar voice, the younger prince lifted his head. half expecting valarr, he gave a small hum upon seeing the mad cousin.
“ oh, fetch it yourself, cousin. i am not in the mood for trickery. where is your squire, hm ? ”
perfectionist. matarys was in good mind his brother would end up tending to half the responsibilities of a squire, simply because he did not trust his brother to do it properly. that was likely where he had disappeared off to now. uncaring, until hearing a
12.02.2026 22:43 — 👍 0 🔁 0 💬 1 📌 0than an honour — a punishment, even, though not a soul would suggest so. it simply felt like it. to spend an irritating amount of time fawning over his elder. there were plenty more fools who would appreciate the chance more than he. valarr seemed a
12.02.2026 22:43 — 👍 0 🔁 0 💬 1 📌 0only the gods could know where valarr had disappeared off to. matarys had cared for the first half an hour, though as time flickered on, he found himself entirely uncaring. it had not been his decision to squire for his brother. it felt more of a lesson
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𝓐 daffodil in spring, freckles dusted across cheeks and nose with tousled curls as though clipped from his mother’s ends. tall as brother and father, yet visibly smaller in self belief. wobbling, not entirely certain of himself.
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ser 𝙼anfred had spoken truthfully of 𝙱aelor 𝚃argaryen’s youngest boy.
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the lords, observing something had been said, fall silent. freckles are shrouded in a redness, with an exasperated glance towards the elder of baelor’s sons offered. it is this action that brings about another hum from the lords.
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“ your freckles are quite ridiculous. it appears the G͟O͟D͟S͟ sneezed whilst they painted you. ” she giggled, a quick turn away to fall into line once more as introductions continue.
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