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“The Dragon does not fear”
HIGH IN THE HALLS OF THE KINGS
who are gone, they whispered and groaned with the word ‘Greywood’ on their wicked tongues. A word not uttered since the dark days of Maegor I Targaryen reign, days filled with blood and ash. Where such a name had driven the Dragon King mad with desire, blood spilt, and fires burning with the uncontrollable rage of his lady’s denial. The tragic death of a gentle star from her very prime. The halls of the Red Keep were haunted by the ghost of the Greywoods and the walls dripped red with the very sin of their memories.
A month had since passed since the ancient and revered northern dragon lords had graced the keep of the three headed dragon, and since that very passing month, everywhere the young prince Aemond went, he could not tread lightly without hearing the cursed name ‘Greywood’ fall from smirking lips and thoughtless tongues as those who resided within the halls of the Keep divulged themselves into the ravenous gossip that trailed after the Northern House. Each person having a new and most interesting thing to say after the other, each one hoping to out scandalize the other with their enticing and degrading bits of heedless information.
