Blackfeather Woods You'll marry Ser Loras

The anger that welled in his voice before faded, but the traces of it were still in his eyes. Miraak lowered himself down on his stomach, stretching his forepaws out before him. He watched Vaati's entire being as he spoke; the amusement in his eyes mixed with the anger and arrogance still remaining. He could have easily mocked the boy, but he knew it would diminish the importance of his words. I think that you want the title, the prestige that comes with ruling, He noticed it from watching the boy grow up, and someone expected it from at least one of Potema's brood. But you still do not know what ruling entails. What it demands of you, He fell silent, and watched him, wondering how he would respond. He expected a sharp retort, a bit of mocking laughter, perhaps, but Vaati could surprise him.