Language: English Words: 5,358 Chapters: 1/1 Comments: 38 Kudos: 93 Bookmarks: 9 Hits: 535 He was a strong swimmer, but he stood no chance when he sunk into that burning sea, surrounded by ships full of screaming Dornishmen, shouting out in panic, terror, joy, and relief. Like Rhaenys, the Conqueror’s beloved sister queen, Jaehaerys fell with his dragon, caught in the straps of the saddle. But all it took was a single scorpion bolt to fell Vermithor, just as it only took the one to lay low Meraxes. A one in a million shot, Boremund Baratheon proclaimed, voice shaking in shock. The bruises are painted over, but the manner of his death is no secret thousands of men watched him and Vermithor plummet from the sky at Cape Wrath.

He clasps his sheathed sword with stiffened hands his fingernails are bruised violet and blue. Stones carved with the Father’s bearded likeness hold down his father’s eyelids. Vaegon stares down at the stilled, waxen face a moment longer. 'Those we hold up / Are we lifting them up / Or are we tying them down to the altar.' - Flobots, 'Failure Games'.

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