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*Lucemond wedding*
Lucerys: We need a flower girl
Aegon: *clears throat*
Aemond: Jaehaera and your sister would love it
Aegon: *clears throat louder*
Lucerys: Yeah, but Visenya might be too youn-
Aegon: DEAR GODS, LET ME DO IT. PLEASE. I WILL SPREAD YOUR FLOWER PETALS WITH THE GRACE OF A QUEEN. PLEASE BROTHER, PLEASE.
Jacaerys, dark circles under his eyes, handing Aemond a hundred-dollar bill: Let him do it.