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queen. murdered. ah. rhaenyra expressed her condolences in an appropriately solemn tone, for what little it was worth to a woman who could not understand. it was expected.
the seahawk princess, for her part, felt a twinge of nostalgia to be met by such tragedy on arrival. at least this place held some familiarity. these barbarians were not so different. simply... unrefined.
the woman held her silence. rhaenyra could hear the sounds of sorrow echoing all around as their path took them down red stone corridors. they were distastefully expressive in their grief, but the seahawk would reserve her judgment for their ruler. she could only hope that the moment would come soon.