[ It takes him longer than a moment to register that Aemond has deserted him. He's barely able to see his brother's bare ass through the trees and it's enough to distress him out of his temporary glee, scrambling out of the mud to catch up to him. This king has probably not run this fast in his life, but there was no way in hell he was going to be alone again out here.
Aegon wipes his chin off with the palm of his hand and drags it through his hair before he realizes, but he's already disgusting from rolling around on the ground so what hurt does the red in his platinum waves do him? He's much more concerned with whether or not his brother actually knows where he's going, but he's assuming the worst (they're both very lost), so instead he jests: ]
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Aegon wipes his chin off with the palm of his hand and drags it through his hair before he realizes, but he's already disgusting from rolling around on the ground so what hurt does the red in his platinum waves do him? He's much more concerned with whether or not his brother actually knows where he's going, but he's assuming the worst (they're both very lost), so instead he jests: ]
I believe it is treason to abandon your King.