[ she is as a salt-wife to the iron islands' reavers β taken as prize, and forced into brutality. aemond understands now why she insists on learning to protect herself. ]
I swear to you, I will never touch you without your leave. You have my word. It is a grave offence that has been done upon you, and you should not have had to suffer even the idea of it.
Does he die? Your warlord captor? Do you wish for his death?
no subject
I swear to you, I will never touch you without your leave. You have my word. It is a grave offence that has been done upon you, and you should not have had to suffer even the idea of it.
Does he die? Your warlord captor? Do you wish for his death?