Alyssa Targaryen ( H̸i̸g̸h̸t̸o̸w̸e̸r̸ ) ;
as volatile as her Father .
as virtuous as her Mother .
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the Lost Dragon . . .
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ᅠᅠᅠᅠ♡︎ & RT ?
sipping a bottle of dornish red whilst examining an index of her -- the crown's fleet. she can feel your staring at her, 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 . . . speak up if you have something to say.
ignore the flames, Vermithor takes care of her.
https://t.co/oF5q0S6UAd
peep the new muse ?
took me a bit longer to remake her, got distracted with real life stuff and such but she's here !!
uhh -- hope y'all like her 😁😬
&& still with my brothers and sister. i've only recently come back home to them and my grandsire was quick to send me away already. ’
she was never one for feasts, even if she had taken part in her fair share across the sea.
Alyssa was quietly listening in on her new lord-husbands conversations with his father and other members of the pride.
talks of war, the Lannisters potential use of her dragon for the Greens, as well as the future of their house with a &&
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gently placing the fork down beside her plate, her hand hovered over the glass of Abour gold her husband had presented to her. a single digit glides ever so slowly along the rim.
‘ Rosyn -- is it? forgive me, my mind is . . &&