Jaime's head whips around to finally regard Caraxes dead-on at the almost eerie sound of draconic 'laughter.' he's curious, but oddly not afraid; intrigued, almost.
Instead of commenting on anything Daemon has said, the golden knight remarks: "We used to have lions β beneath the Rock. They were sad, toothless things that hadn't seen the sunshine in generations, much like the hatchlings I'm told were small and underdeveloped that had spelled the end for dragons until Daenerys birthed hers in fire, or so they say. Lions have disappeared from Westeros, but dragons have returned to it."
He takes a step towards the entrance (and Caraxes). Then another, and anotherβ Pausing still a decent distance away, he looks back over at the Rogue Prince.
"Perhaps that's a sign that your House is once more on the rise."
And his is about to come crumbling down.
Here lies House Lannister, brought down by its own ruthless ambition. A Lannister always pays their debts.
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Instead of commenting on anything Daemon has said, the golden knight remarks: "We used to have lions β beneath the Rock. They were sad, toothless things that hadn't seen the sunshine in generations, much like the hatchlings I'm told were small and underdeveloped that had spelled the end for dragons until Daenerys birthed hers in fire, or so they say. Lions have disappeared from Westeros, but dragons have returned to it."
He takes a step towards the entrance (and Caraxes). Then another, and anotherβ Pausing still a decent distance away, he looks back over at the Rogue Prince.
"Perhaps that's a sign that your House is once more on the rise."
And his is about to come crumbling down.
Here lies House Lannister, brought down by its own ruthless ambition. A Lannister always pays their debts.