ᴛʜᴇ ᵇᵒʸ ᴋɪɴɢ .ᐟ

Aegon groans as he flops onto his back in the dirt, the world still spinning overhead —leaving him too exhausted to keep up the fight. ⠀“ I yield, I yield.. ” Aegon mutters, throwing an arm over his eyes to block out the harsh light. ⠀“ The dirt won this round, Baratheon. ” ​He pushes himself up onto one elbow, letting out a breathy snort as he looks at the Laughing Storm. ⠀“ If anyone’s a disaster, it’s both of us — ” Aegon says with a weak, lopsided grin. ⠀“ Now pull me up before I pass out here. ”