⿻ 𝒯𝘩𝘦 𝒲𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝒲𝘪𝘥𝘰𝘸 𓂃˖ ࣪⟢

⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀Я не боюсь жить
⠀⠀⠀⠀

[⿻ 𝒯𝘩𝘦 𝒲𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝒲𝘪𝘥𝘰𝘸 𓂃˖ ࣪⟢ @REGINAVIDUA]

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[‍‍ ‍ 𝔯𝔬𝔱 ‍ ‍ ✦̲ ‍ ‍ 𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑚𓈒 @godbanes]

this is the way which a girl becomes a woman. ╱ this is the way which a woman becomes a wolf.

[⿻ 𝒯𝘩𝘦 𝒲𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝒲𝘪𝘥𝘰𝘸 𓂃˖ ࣪⟢ @REGINAVIDUA]

darted upward to meet her gaze.

“Ah, well …” She began, her pale green
hues glistening with a sudden, sharp woe.
“’Tis my late lord husband. He was a
righteous and true man. He was taken
far t͟o͟o͟ s͟o͟o͟n͟.”

[⿻ 𝒯𝘩𝘦 𝒲𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝒲𝘪𝘥𝘰𝘸 𓂃˖ ࣪⟢ @REGINAVIDUA]

You are blessed to have known your
grandmother,” Zhenya stated plainly,
her fingers absentmindedly swirling
the dregs of herbal tea within her cup
to distract herself. Yet, when confronted
with the woman's question, her eyes +

[𝕿he 𝖁olantene. @D4NCINGPHANTOMS]

"Tea is a remedy for everything, or so my grandmother has often said." The Volantene rattled off merrily, head cocked again as she reached for her own cup.

"Do you wish to talk about it? It may help to get it out in the open, no?"

[⿻ 𝒯𝘩𝘦 𝒲𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝒲𝘪𝘥𝘰𝘸 𓂃˖ ࣪⟢ @REGINAVIDUA]

but to no avail. She always seemed to
get lost, despite her best efforts.

“That would bring great pleasure both
to my son and me,” Zhenya chimed,
eager to steal away. “I shall follow in
your stead, my lady. Lead on.”

[⿻ 𝒯𝘩𝘦 𝒲𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝒲𝘪𝘥𝘰𝘸 𓂃˖ ࣪⟢ @REGINAVIDUA]

Ladies of great wealth ever harbored
costly appetites for such fineries,
a truth Zhenya knew right well, given
the fortune displayed upon her kokoshnik.
Pale moonstones and iridescent pearls
lay encrusted within the halo that +

[𝓕loris 𝓑aratheon ❁ @comelystorm]

how unfortunate that such confessions need be had to begin with.

vividly, she could see all the jewels mentioned like a kaleidoscope display in her mind. “i must admit, i do enjoy diamonds & jewels.” the lady would softly giggle. she won’t ask for anything.

[⿻ 𝒯𝘩𝘦 𝒲𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝒲𝘪𝘥𝘰𝘸 𓂃˖ ࣪⟢ @REGINAVIDUA]

of music, Zhenya nodded. She sorely
desired a respite from these endless,
cold stone galleries and the peering
eyes of those around her. All morning
long, she had traversed the keeps and
bailies, trying to get a sense of direction, +

[⿻ 𝒯𝘩𝘦 𝒲𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝒲𝘪𝘥𝘰𝘸 𓂃˖ ࣪⟢ @REGINAVIDUA]

ventured to the crags of Omber.
There, the snow fell heavy and
unrelenting, shrouding the land in
a blanket of white for the better
part of the year.

[⿻ 𝒯𝘩𝘦 𝒲𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝒲𝘪𝘥𝘰𝘸 𓂃˖ ࣪⟢ @REGINAVIDUA]

“May Riverrun prosper for many more
moons to come,” Zhenya agreed, her
voice carrying a soft warmth. She
offered Lady Celia a slight incline of
her head and a faint smile before lifting
the vessel to her lips. The infusion was +

[—🐟𝓡𝓲𝓿𝓮𝓻𝓻𝓾𝓷'𝓼 𝓓𝓪𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰. @RiverrunDarling]

“Many thanks, your majesty. Riverrun has kept safe with strong defenses for many generations.

I hope your travels went well, besides the current rainstorms and muddy roads these past two days.”

Celia sits close to Zhenya at the oak table and gently scoot her gown up from +

[⿻ 𝒯𝘩𝘦 𝒲𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝒲𝘪𝘥𝘰𝘸 𓂃˖ ࣪⟢ @REGINAVIDUA]

the rain continued to pour. “How do you
manage not to be swallowed whole by
such weather? 'Tis a wonder the ground
does not dissolve beneath you.”

Celia might well have turned the same
inquiry upon Zhenya, had she ever +

[⿻ 𝒯𝘩𝘦 𝒲𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝒲𝘪𝘥𝘰𝘸 𓂃˖ ࣪⟢ @REGINAVIDUA]

boast an ancient and noble ancestry.”
She tossed a few silver coins to the
merchant for a bundle of the fish
before eventually turning her full
attention back toward Eve. “Much like
the lords of Old Valyria … though we
boast no dragons.”

[⿻ 𝒯𝘩𝘦 𝒲𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝒲𝘪𝘥𝘰𝘸 𓂃˖ ࣪⟢ @REGINAVIDUA]

A dragon? Had her ears misheard?

Curiosity writ plain across her features
quickly gave way to astonishment,
though she strove to contain the
rising tide. She knew it was unseemly
for a lady of her station to betray such +

[—🌊𝓜𝓪𝓭𝓪𝓶𝓮 𝓡𝓸𝔂𝓪𝓵𝓮 𝓔𝓿𝓮𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓪. @MistressOfSeas]

"I always apperciate tasting new cusines on my travels. Maybe try this salted cod with my crew and wild dragon Wildfyre."

Eve nods smiling and pulls out her coin purse, to grab the necessary coins to pay for a few bunch of salt cod from the merchant.

She held the purchase+

[⿻ 𝒯𝘩𝘦 𝒲𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝒲𝘪𝘥𝘰𝘸 𓂃˖ ࣪⟢ @REGINAVIDUA]

naked emotion before others - she must
remain poised.

“You possess a rare lineage,” Zhenya said
plainly, her gaze drifting back to the salted
cod upon the slab. “My own people are
of a mingled blood as well, though we +

[𝓕loris 𝓑aratheon ❁ @comelystorm]

☁️ ⌁ 𓆩 @REGINAVIDUA 𓆪 ⌁

[ً @holyaches]

you save everyone， but who saves you?

[⿻ 𝒯𝘩𝘦 𝒲𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝒲𝘪𝘥𝘰𝘸 𓂃˖ ࣪⟢ @REGINAVIDUA]

——— @comelystorm

[ُ @grnte]

i loved the girl some thought too strange, too dark, who spoke the cadence of her own mythology, sanity, with the words from books trailing her lips like shadows.

[⛧ @aureasoror]

⠀
⠀⠀I've learned by now
⠀⠀That my s͟t͟r͟e͟n͟g͟t͟h͟ has been 𝖋𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐝
⠀⠀In the 𝓯𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝖔𝐟 𝓹𝐚𝐢𝐧
⠀
⠀⠀I've cast myself into 𝓉ℎ𝑒 𝒻𝑙𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑠
⠀⠀And risen o͟n͟c͟e͟ a͟g͟a͟i͟n͟
⠀
⠀⠀———————————————
⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝚂𝙾𝙻𝙾 - 𝙳𝙳 : 𝙳𝙽𝙴
⠀

[⿻ 𝒯𝘩𝘦 𝒲𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝒲𝘪𝘥𝘰𝘸 𓂃˖ ࣪⟢ @REGINAVIDUA]

“I thank you for the tea.
’Tis a most wondrous blend.”

[⿻ 𝒯𝘩𝘦 𝒲𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝒲𝘪𝘥𝘰𝘸 𓂃˖ ࣪⟢ @REGINAVIDUA]

“Forgive me. My thoughts had wandered to
someone … most dear to my heart,” Zhenya
answered, scarcely realizing the silence that
had fallen over her. The ghosts of days long
gone were still haunting her. +

[𝕿he 𝖁olantene. @D4NCINGPHANTOMS]

[@REGINAVIDUA]

"You're awfully quiet, what's on your mind?"

[⿻ 𝒯𝘩𝘦 𝒲𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝒲𝘪𝘥𝘰𝘸 𓂃˖ ࣪⟢ @REGINAVIDUA]

at the heavy oak table. "Riverrun is a fine
holdfast," Zhenya remarked, her fingers eagerly
curling around a steaming cup of herbal tea
to rid the chill from her bones. "The masonry
is stout, and the outer bailey is exceptionally
fortified."

[⿻ 𝒯𝘩𝘦 𝒲𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝒲𝘪𝘥𝘰𝘸 𓂃˖ ࣪⟢ @REGINAVIDUA]

The swollen rivers of the valley had
forced a grueling delay of days upon
their march. Yet, despite the prior
warnings brought by her scouts, the
Omberi Queen found herself marvelling
at the sheer, relentless weeping skies. +

[—🐟𝓡𝓲𝓿𝓮𝓻𝓻𝓾𝓷'𝓼 𝓓𝓪𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰. @RiverrunDarling]

— @REGINAVIDUA

“Greetings my lady. Welcome to the Riverlands and Riverrun.”

Celia bows politely and offers a table of warm desserts and tea to her guest

[⿻ 𝒯𝘩𝘦 𝒲𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝒲𝘪𝘥𝘰𝘸 𓂃˖ ࣪⟢ @REGINAVIDUA]

The deluge seemed an eternal thing,
pouring through the night without reprieve.

Shedding her heavy, sodden furs, Zhenya
cast them by the hearth to dry. She crossed
the rushes to where Lady Celia sat waiting +