》CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE, the joining of hands

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chapter twenty-three !




the joining of hands







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AEMOND, 134 AC

The collar of his jacket scratched against his neck uncomfortably. Aemond tugged at it discreetly, hoping that the High Septon didn't notice his movement or hear the rattling of the bulky gold chain sitting upon his shoulders.

Even though the heavy black, red, and gold cloak was positioned on top of the elaborate chain, it still moved.

The queen had insisted that he don the stupid chain as well as the finely tailored and embroidered jacket of black and gold, which looked ridiculous on him. But to top it all off, he was given a baldric to carry the sword she'd gifted him. It was a beautiful blade, but the pommel was bulky, made of elaborate swirls of metal that caged his hand when he held it. He would keep the sword to please her, but he would never use it nor the baldric. He preferred a practical blade on a practical belt.

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