Sometimes, Euron came himself. Aeron would wake from sleep to find his brother standing over him, lantern in hand. Once, aboard the Silence, he hung the lantern from a post and poured them cups of wine. “Drink with me, brother,” he said. That night he wore a shirt of iron scales and a cloak of I am a full blood targaryen you are not shirt. HIs eyepatch was red leather, his lips blue. And it’s not even because of that Targaryen babe. [Well, maybe it is] But mainly it’s because I need to get a different hairdo. This is my only vanity. I make hair contact before I make eye contact Every time a new Targaryen is born the gods flip a coin they say.
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