The Wedding of Willam Dondarrion and Helen Royce

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Darien stood and smiled at his sister. "Aranya... that is a most beautiful sword there at your side. Where did you acquire it?"

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Aranya hesitated, bundled the children gently into Walda and Perra's arms, and then smiled quietly and fingered the ancient hilt with its iron dragons. Then she grasped it firmly and withdrew the sword from its scabbard. The dark steel glimmered in the sept's light.

"This is Dark Sister," Aranya said to Darien and Breck, in a cool, quiet voice. "I acquired it from Ser Tomas Clegane."

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"Acquired?" Darien smirked and looked at the sword. "It's astonishing. I have heard much of Valyrian Steel but never actually seen it."

[Imry Willfyre]

Breck admired the fine craftsmanship of the blade, smiling thinly. "May I hold it, Aranya?", he asked.

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Darien opened his mouth almost at the same time. "May I hold her?" He chuckled at the notion that both men had the same idea at the same time. Swords, the only thing on the mind of men...

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Aranya had been about to point-blank refuse Breck's request, but she hesitated when Darien asked, and said coolly, "Of course." She handed the sword hilt first to her brother.

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Darien took the hilt and lifted the sword up. It was extremely light and he could see the rippling in the steel as he turned the blade to inspect it. "It's absolutely beautiful." He slowly placed his finger on the blade and wasn't astonished when a small stream of blood bubbled up against the steel. "Ouch... well, it certainly is sharp. And light." He carefully placed the blade in his hand and held the sword out hilt first to his sister.

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"Old," Aranya said reverently, taking it by the hilt. "I think I must be the first woman to wield Dark Sister since Visenya herself. Imagine, this hilt was gripped by Aemon the Dragonknight, and then by Bloodraven too." Her eyes had a far off look. "Until it was sullied by the hands of men such as Tomas Clegane. Yes, I am responsible for his death." Her mouth hardened, her eyes growing icy with anger. "I would have done it a hundred times, in a hundred different ways, but alas, you may only kill a man once."

She said to Breck, "You may hold it, Lord Breck."

[Imry Willfyre]

Breck held the sword gently, his mouth somewhat ajar with awe. "My ancestors wielded this sword", he said as he ran an easy finger down the rippled steel. "I have heard many stories that were attached to this blade."

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"You, and the rest of the world, Breck," Aranya said with dry amusement, taking the sword out of his hands and sheathing it.

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Darien couldn't take his eyes off of the blade. "Oh? Ah, yes... Prince Aemon." He wasn't that great with history but he did know about infamous swordsmen.