- Frey Starlight's Pov -
I felt the sting of cold steel graze my exposed neck.
The knights surrounding me weren't amateurs—those blades could cleave through steel, let alone flesh.
Yet the damned prince was still in my grasp.
Aegon couldn't spew more provocations—his throat had taken enough damage.
He struggled faintly, but breaking free from this grip was impossible. Balerion slumbered in my left hand, and that alone made it perhaps the strongest left hand in the entire cursed world.
With a single command, Balerion could erupt and reduce Aegon's head to ashes.
The prince had gone silent, but the twisted smile on his face still lingered. Even in this position, he was daring me to do it.
I wanted to end him. I really wanted to.
But death would claim me the moment I did.
The Round Table Knights would carve me into pieces the instant their prince fell.
I'd miscalculated.
Expressionless, my eyes sharp with fury, I released my grip and let him collapse, gasping for air.
