prisoners of war; me and you and our baggage

In which Luke is a fisherman without a memory of his past, Grey Ghost is a dragon without a rider, and Aemond is a prince with many regrets.

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He cleared his throat and for the first time in their entire conversation, his gaze cut away from Luke. “I thought you would appreciate her…distance.”

Luke frowned, beginning to think the stranger might have been out of his mind from his entire lack of reaction toward the terrifying sound seeming to come from all around them. “What’s Vhagar? Is that some sort of beast?”

“A beast? I suppose that’s fair after-ah.” The stranger pursed his lips and paused for a moment. “Did you say, what is Vhagar?”

“I did,” Luke said, caught off guard by the manic look behind the stranger’s eye. “I’ve never heard of a Vhagar before.”

“Vhagar is my dragon,” the stranger said slowly. “You know this.”

And Luke shook his head. Of course he didn’t know. How could he?