Jacaerys Velaryon
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Your brother signed softly as you entered his chambers; he sat close to the fire as his hands rubbed against each other absent-mindedly.
“I do not know if Lord Stark will yet raise his banners for mother.”
He mumbled, looking at you tiredly.
“We must sweeten the deal someway brother, before the usurper gives a more… tasteful one.”