𝖑𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐛𝐚𝐞𝐥𝐚.

⠀𝐼𝑡 𝑑𝑜𝑒𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑏𝑒𝑓𝑖𝑡 𝑎 𝑝𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑝𝑜𝑢𝑡, @kostobaperzys.

[𝖑𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐛𝐚𝐞𝐥𝐚. @baelagon]

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[𝖑𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐛𝐚𝐞𝐥𝐚. @baelagon]

࣪𓏲ּ ♔ ┊❛ I am a 𝓭𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒐𝒏𝒓𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒓, like my mother, my father, and you. The Greens reach to usurp our 𝓺𝐮𝐞𝐞𝐧’𝐬 throne and they must be answered with 𝓯𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝓫𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝. ❜┊. ࣪ ˖

[☾ 𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐥𝐚𝐞𝐧𝐚 𐬺 @zaldrizemorghon]

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[𝖑𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐛𝐚𝐞𝐥𝐚. @baelagon]

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[𖥸 @nixscriptum]

I am clawing at the script, teeth bared, demanding the story be changed.

[𝖑𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐛𝐚𝐞𝐥𝐚. @baelagon]

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ my hand was the one
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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑮𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑻 𝑾𝑨𝑹 ﹗
⠀⠀⠀⠀ ┈━━ ༺ ㆍ⚘ㆍ ༻ ━━┈
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ༶ @kostobaperzys ༶
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[☦︎︎ 𝖑𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝖒𝐲𝐬𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐚. @myserywhispers]

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[𝖑𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐛𝐚𝐞𝐥𝐚. @baelagon]

» A wry, breathless chuckle ghosts past her lips, brittle as autumn leaves crushed beneath a boot. She shakes her head, resting her forehead against his, allowing herself the briefest moment of reprieve in the sanctuary of his warmth.

“ . . . Jace? “

[𝖑𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐛𝐚𝐞𝐥𝐚. @baelagon]

⠀⠀⠀“ 𝑱𝑨𝑪𝑬— “ His name escapes her lips in a breathless sigh, spilling across the restless sea, more fragile than the hush of wind through forgotten ruins. Her hands weave themselves into the fabric of his tunic, anchoring her to the solidity of him. “ I am not sick. “ »

[𝖑𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐛𝐚𝐞𝐥𝐚. @baelagon]

» smoothing instead over the fabric, a touch no longer laced with fear, but acceptance.

“ . . . I wanted to be certain before I told you ,” she admits, voice dipped in quiet reverence, “ I did not wish to speak of it before I knew it must be true. “ »

[𝖑𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐛𝐚𝐞𝐥𝐚. @baelagon]

» Still, Baela’s thoughts churned, circling the question she could not banish. Could it truly be?

𝑰𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔.

[𝖑𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐛𝐚𝐞𝐥𝐚. @baelagon]

⠀⠀⠀𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐒 and writhes like a tethered dragon, warring against the undeniable fragility coursing through her limbs. Her gaze drifts to Moondancer, her ever-faithful companion, standing a short distance away with a stillness so rare, »

[𝖑𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐛𝐚𝐞𝐥𝐚. @baelagon]

» before it could take shape. A knot of fear and hope twisted in her chest, pulling tighter with each passing second. She dared not speak the truth aloud, dared not give form to the possibility that lingered on the edge of her thoughts. »