we're sinking into the sand (смешанная)

they say the realm is at peace. they say the war has ended. the bards sing of a marriage, not a dance, and the realm rejoices. but aemond closes his eye and he sees the clouds, the lightning. he drifts into sleep and he hears the scream amidst dragonroar. they tell him peace has fallen, but he is a creature that has been bred for violence.
it must be some divine retribution, aemond has decided, that not only has he amassed a small cult of nieces and nephews that following him like ducklings, but that the lord of tides has found himself utterly unable to educate his targaryen children in the language of their homeland.
aemond once claimed his eye for a dragon was a fair price. he wonders what else lucerys velaryon might demand for the death of his.