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Jace had went to Vermax, to get away from the chaos that was happening... A suggestion that he had made was the cause of so much death and carnage. The sound of singing had drawn his attention and he and the young dragon had made their way through the caves towards it. As he neared the lair that he knew was Silverwing's he told Vermax to stay, no dragon was amicable to a younger dragon entering it's lair. The Prince watched as the scene unfolded, surprise and relief filling his chest when the dragon nudged the girl. His suggestion to find riders had bore fruit after all. "It's good. See if she will respond to your words... Do you know to speak commands in High Valyrian?."

Lucy Gray had run away in the madness of the death of the first dragonseed. No one had seen her run away deeper into the catacombs stumbling upon the dragon Silverwing. They only found her when started singing to the beast an old lullaby her mother used to sing her. When she stops the dragon nudges her chest. She looks over shaking like a leaf. Violet eyes flicker from royal to dragon and back again. "Is that- is it good? Should I sing some more or is she gonna eat me?"

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@lvscinvs gets the chaos starter discussed in the group chat

I want you to put out your own eye. The words rung in Luke's ears. He was still hung up on that? A fight that was started by Aemond's words, a fight where hands had went around his throat. He had not intended to take Aemond's eye when he had struck back, but there was no changing the past. The older prince did not look like he would relent, that the only way that Luke would be returning safely was if he took the bait. And take the bait he would. He doubted that Aemond had expected Luke to draw the dagger from his belt.

Lord Baratheon's shouting meant that the lord expected him to use the blade on the other dragon rider. Prince Lucerys Velaryon steeled his resolve, his off hand clenching in anticipation. A true Targaryen is not afraid of a little pain, he told himself. His jaw clenched as the hand holding the dagger raised, and he felt the cold sharpness. There was surprisingly little pain as the dagger made the cut, nothing more than a long prick of a feeling. Blood came to the surface and the dull throb started to intensify, and he took long, hard breaths.

There was no turning back now, the vision already black in his left eye, and he could only see half of the great hall. There were shouts, and he could hear at least one of the Four Storms scream. This did not deter him. He felt light headed as he felt the resistance stop, warm blood running down his cheek. He placed the still bloody dagger between his teeth and reached up. It was a strange feeling, holding one's own severed eye in their hand. Spite was an odd feeling, and something that made one do things that could be seen an insane.

"Here, Uncle." He growled around his dagger. Adrenaline was the only reason that he was able to throw his eye at Aemond. "The eye you wanted."

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Satin weaved his way through the street of steel, his plan was to get some customers to come to the brothel that his madam had sent him to. King's Landing was far different than Old Town, and he had to be careful of whom it was that he chose to entice to the brothel. He was one of the best at finding men who were lonely and in need of comfort, men who would likely relax after a good long pleasurable night was had.

As such, it was his task to bring the customers to the door. Brown eyes gazed around, landing on a slim figure with silver hair. Silver hair was not wholly uncommon in King's Landing, as it was not uncommon in Old Town. In both cities the noble house that ruled the city was not careful about where they spilled their seed, or how often. He knew of a silver haired Hightower who had fathered at least three bastards in his home brothel alone.

Due to this knowledge he did not think twice about approaching the man. The slim sex worker slid right beside the taller man and practically purred as he spoke. "What is someone handsome like yourself doing out and about all on their own?" He rocked on his toes, looking up, stilling when he saw the patch over the man's eye. Soft dark curls fell as he tilted his head to side to assess if he truly had stumbled upon a Targaryen prince.