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Post by Flex on Jan 6, 2010 18:17:35 GMT -5
"Yet he enjoys making him do things." Daeron replied. "I guess what really offends me is the fact he doesn't see me as much as a brother to let me even just ride one of the dragons." He closed his eyes and tried to push back the anger. "Just because I don't have a cunt like Joanna."
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Post by The Stranger on Jan 6, 2010 18:22:38 GMT -5
Becca snorted, "With Daemon on the throne? Never. I'm sorry Daeron, but no man but Daemon is ever gonna ride those dragons."
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Post by Flex on Jan 6, 2010 18:24:07 GMT -5
"And that is the problem." Daeron replied. "I'm going to have to think about this a lot, but I may go away for a while. To hell with Westeros. The Free Cities look bountiful right about now."
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Post by The Stranger on Jan 6, 2010 18:34:02 GMT -5
"What do you want to do that for?" Becca said with distaste.
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Post by Flex on Jan 6, 2010 18:35:27 GMT -5
"Just so I don't do anything stupid here." Daeron replied. He opened his eyes again and grinned playfully. "You are of course free to come along."
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Post by The Stranger on Jan 6, 2010 18:39:37 GMT -5
Becca shook her head, "My place is here Daeron. My wit doesn't translate into Valyrian."
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Post by Flex on Jan 6, 2010 18:40:45 GMT -5
Daeron sighed. "A shame." He sat up and rose from the bed. "Well, I'd best be off. Have a lovely day, Becca." He smiled at her and left the room.
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