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β Aerionβs eyes hardened, though he inclined his head just enough to return the gesture owed to the senior Targaryen. Without speaking, he slipped an arm around Lucereaβs waist and pulled her firmly against his side before guiding her toward the royal stands. He offered Valarr no words or a glance in return. β
β They nearly reached the steps of the stands when Aerion finally spoke. βIf I did not know any better,β he murmured close against Lucereaβs ear, his breath warm against the back of her neck, βI might assume he left his wife in Summerhall for a reason.β β β Aerion
authorβs note β a bit of targaryen rivalry doesnβt hurt anyoneβ¦ or maybe it doesπ anyways! new chapter out this saturday (04/11)!!! thanks again for all the support π«Ά