Manly dropped his face into his hand, reaching for the wine. Also, it's armor made of Valyrian steel! Nearly impenetrable armor Manly!" "It'll empty them yes, but I can get more money, this is a legacy" Aerys said with burning eyes "This will be a solid and indestructible reminder of me for all the generations to come. "The price is breathtaking though Aerys, it'll empty your coffers!" Manly said back, thinking of the truly princely sum the smith had named. He's even willing to engrave the Targaryen crest into it!" Aerys told his friend urgently. "Look, I have no idea why this Qohorik smith is here, but he has the armor, and it is real Valyrian steel. Manly and Aerys huddled close together at a corner table in a dockside tavern, speaking in low tones. "Sounds good," Aerys replied, cracking his neck "I was impressed, you definitely lived up to what my father said about you, when we get to Volantis I'll find a way to properly thank you for your courage." "Seems like it, I still have all my bits and most of my blood is still on the right side of my skin" Manly called back to him from where he was laying on the deck, still catching his breath. "All right there Manly?" he called back to his friend. Sitting on a formerly pirate owned crate of wine on the deck of the ship, Aerys was carefully cleaning the blood from Blackfyre as he watched the pirate ship, now reduced to a floating torch, recede into the distance. "Fire and Blood, you fuckers!" the Prince laughed, drunk with bloodlust, "FIRE AND BLOOD!" Manly moved to support his Prince and friend, who was even then sweeping his Valyrian steel sword through pirate flesh with the ease of a heated knife through grease, and laughing. "Come on you whoresons!" he roared, "Come and see how a dragon kills!" Prince Aerys leaped forward, sweeping a shield into his off hand, Blackfyre flashing. Even as they began to recover, the pirates began leaping aboard weapons ready. Manly scrambled to brace himself as the pirate ship crashed into the side of their own, rocking the ship and knocking a good few of the crew from their feet. "No." Prince Aerys said as he gripped Blackfyre in his right hand while wrapping his left around a rope tied off to the mast, "But at this point, we can either fight or scream and piss ourselves! Best brace yourself there Manly, this is about to get rocky." "Was this what you had in mind when you decided on this trip?" Ser Manly asked as he unlimbered his sword and kept a wary eye on the pirate ship that was closing in while under frankly anemic missile fire from their own ship. The pirate ship was just more nimble and swift than the more merchant focused ship that the Prince and his friend was on, there would be no escaping it. Ser Manly Stokesworth and Prince Aerys Targaryen, 262 AC "Not all of Essos, of course, just the Free Cities." "When you say Essos, my Prince, what do you mean exactly?"
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