[Too close and closer, and Viserys is ever obliging, covering up any fear with that smug, false confidence, his smile a twisted bastardization of what smiles are supposed to be. He has been crowned, already, with molten gold. Jorah watched him. What more does he have to fear from the man? What can he do, here, now, to top that excruciating end?]
No.
[Concentrated Snoot, dished out in horribly toxic levels. Toxic enough to make some eyes turn purple hot damn!]
You're little more than a knight in dishonor. I take no commands from the likes of you.
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No.
[Concentrated Snoot, dished out in horribly toxic levels. Toxic enough to make some eyes turn purple hot damn!]
You're little more than a knight in dishonor. I take no commands from the likes of you.