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Chapter 20: Drawn to Trouble - Page 21

Chapter Synopsis: There are some odd goings on at the city park blocks, and a little girl seems to be at the center of it.

Author Comment: It's harder to get kids to understand the more complex issues can't be easily solved.

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It is 9:00am local time, on a cloudy fall day, and Hope Diamond Darryn Drake has arrived safely in Wakaba, Mt. Komorebi. These are the images she captured before settling in to her new place.

.... To Be Continued ....

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Oh hello. Is that a Hurricane Heller teaser?

Oh look at that! It is! Chapter 20 is in progress... And it's going to be a doozie.

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“Oh, is it not?” Evan laughed sinisterly. “Then tell me what the fuck it is, because quite frankly, Barty, it sounds like you’ve been fucking my girl behind my back.”

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"What's that supposed to mean... It's true... that I don't have such 'feelings'... After all, on a fundamental level... I'm completely different to humans..."

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The Kinslayer Couple

Summary: The ground falls out from beneath Valaena Velaryon’s feet within the span of a week. The week begins with the death of her grandsire, making her mother queen and her Princess of Dragonstone. It ends with the death of her brother Lucerys at the hands of her husband, Aemond Targaryen. From there, Valaena embarks on a perilous journey to win a war against her own kin, forced to discern who are friends and who are foes on both sides of the conflict.

Chapter Twenty: Craven

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135 A.C.

“Did you really think that you could just fly about the realm and steal my throne at no cost?” Valaena stares down at her husband, who at last stands on his knees, put there by Criston. He stares back at her and holds his tongue, defiant to the last.

Sighing, she issues him a more meaningful question. “Where is Aegon?”

This time, he answers her. “I do not know.”

“But you believe he lives,” she gleans. It has been the topic of some debate, whether Aegon’s abscondence from the Red Keep had been wholly successful. Aemond nods. “Wherefore?”

His frown worsens. “Just a feeling.”

Dryly, she remarks, “How romantic.” From beside her, Jacaerys and Baela snicker.

His jaw clenching, Aemond inhales a long breath through his nose. For a moment, Valaena thinks he will make some rejoinder, but no such response comes. Flicking her hand in his direction, she orders that he be taken to his new accommodations to await his remotion to King’s Landing.

As two burly squires drag him from the room, Jacaerys complains, “I still think it best we dispatch him now.”

The decision to take back Dragonstone today had come to her as she laid in bed last night. For a moon, she had been laying the foundation of her plan to oust her usurper husband, but following her coupling with Aemond, she had realized that she was allowing him to ensorcell her anew. She had been swayed nearly to the brink last night, on the verge of admitting her true love for him and just barely withholding the admission. If she did not act swiftly, she had appreciated, she would lose her chance.

Baela reproves Jacaerys before Valaena has the chance. “Her Grace will want the pleasure herself.”

His lips twist in displeasure. “Very well. I shall write to Mother—”

“No, no,” Valaena diverts him, standing from her throne. As a unit, the three of them descend from its dais. “Allow me. I should prefer that you oversee the men.”

He shifts his weight from one foot to the other. “I did not succeed in that role when last you gave it to me.”

“Don’t be silly,” she admonishes. After months of her brother doubting himself, she has grown tired of his lack of self-confidence. Nevertheless, after the Greens had come harrowingly close to exterminating the lot them by setting the Triarchy on them—and indeed succeeded in stealing little Viserys away—she cannot quite blame him. She keeps her irritation from her voice and sets him on a practical course. “We need free our leal men from the dungeons. I do not trust those who turned for Criston.” Jacaerys nods, more self-possessed with responsibility before him. “Give the commons and the squires to Ser Robert. Let him decide their fates. The knights,” she distinguishes, her eyes trailing to Ser Alfred Bloome, a sullen and sour man, “hang them. They have broken their oaths.”

“And Criston himself,” wonders Baela, her voice low so that the man in question does not overhear.

Biting her lip, Valaena tastes the late Lord Reyne’s blood. “Leave the oathbreaker to me.” 

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“It’s just…” Rimmer screwed his face up in an effort to get his words out. “All my life I’ve felt like I’ve been in the wrong place at the wrong time. I’ve never felt like I belonged anywhere.”

“If I’m perfectly honest, I’ve felt the same way,” Lister said. “Like there’s some other life out there that I oughta be living, but I dunno how to get there.”

“Exactly.”

“So, what are you saying?”

The two of them looked at each other for a drawn out moment.

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Future Plans | Next

Well friends, I have one more post to share from this, the day Hope became a young adult so please stay tuned to see what she rolled.

 HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEEDEE!!! 

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