‍ ‍‍ₒᵤᵣ ‍ ‍𝕷ADY ‍ ‍of ‍ ‍𝖘𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑜𝑤⁎

⠀ܓ⠀⠀even⠀the⠀𝑖𝑟𝑜𝑛⠀still⠀fears⠀the⠀𝕽OT，⠀…⠀.⠀𝓱i͟d͟i͟n͟g⠀from⠀something⠀i⠀cannot⠀𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱.⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

[‍ ‍‍ₒᵤᵣ ‍ ‍𝕷ADY ‍ ‍of ‍ ‍𝖘𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑜𝑤⁎ @historichor]

@crowntied / honestly she’s so pathetic like damn

[‍ ‍‍ₒᵤᵣ ‍ ‍𝕷ADY ‍ ‍of ‍ ‍𝖘𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑜𝑤⁎ @historichor]

herself.

[‍ ‍‍ₒᵤᵣ ‍ ‍𝕷ADY ‍ ‍of ‍ ‍𝖘𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑜𝑤⁎ @historichor]

hesitance: the grandeur of a brilliant mind–——–or a broken one. it came easily to her， especially now that she’d *𝓼hattered. she heard the other’s voice through the door， and as she listened hard enough， daniela

[‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ 𝓭𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐞𝐥𝐚. @crowntied]

⠀ ⠀ she usually wouldnt be awake at this un——-godly time, but it was a sense of welcoming of the light to come for the kingdom. one she would not know the pleasure of leading. though, at the sound ﹠

[‍ ‍‍ₒᵤᵣ ‍ ‍𝕷ADY ‍ ‍of ‍ ‍𝖘𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑜𝑤⁎ @historichor]

like hearing how unfit they both are to rule. she can’t leave， either. so， she *enters the darkened room， doe hues searching for light. shaky hymn of speech interrupts the hard silence; 〝dannie ﹖〞 she braces

[‍ ‍‍ₒᵤᵣ ‍ ‍𝕷ADY ‍ ‍of ‍ ‍𝖘𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑜𝑤⁎ @historichor]

@crowntied / her brother😭😭😭 her prey😭😭 debora kingdom u are so tragic ☹️☹️

[‍ ‍‍ₒᵤᵣ ‍ ‍𝕷ADY ‍ ‍of ‍ ‍𝖘𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑜𝑤⁎ @historichor]

/ FUXKKCKCKXK

[‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ 𝓭𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐞𝐥𝐚. @crowntied]

⠀ ⠀ she usually wouldnt be awake at this un——-godly time, but it was a sense of welcoming of the light to come for the kingdom. one she would not know the pleasure of leading. though, at the sound ﹠

[‍ ‍‍ₒᵤᵣ ‍ ‍𝕷ADY ‍ ‍of ‍ ‍𝖘𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑜𝑤⁎ @historichor]

alyria huffs， arms crossed as she wanders to ﹠﹠ fro. ﹠﹠ all this for *what.

[‍ ‍‍ₒᵤᵣ ‍ ‍𝕷ADY ‍ ‍of ‍ ‍𝖘𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑜𝑤⁎ @historichor]

one, two, three–——–where was she ﹖ 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵， nearing the castle’s dungeon cell， waiting for a visitor though she wasn’t quite a captive. a dress kisses her body perfectly; white like light … or as a snowflake.

[‍ ‍‍ₒᵤᵣ ‍ ‍𝕷ADY ‍ ‍of ‍ ‍𝖘𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑜𝑤⁎ @historichor]

cue the frown as she waits for a late lewis (@hexsrealm). she’s asked to meet here. he’s not obliged. but， still， she’ll find disappointment a clear emotion if he 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴���’𝘵 𝘢𝘳��𝘪𝘷𝘦.

[‍ ‍‍ₒᵤᵣ ‍ ‍𝕷ADY ‍ ‍of ‍ ‍𝖘𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑜𝑤⁎ @historichor]

towards him. 〝i’ve got enough on my chest， i don’t *need another thing to worry for.〞

[‍ ‍‍ₒᵤᵣ ‍ ‍𝕷ADY ‍ ‍of ‍ ‍𝖘𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑜𝑤⁎ @historichor]

〝𝘸hat do you 𝘸ant， emrys ﹖〞 (@pawncurse). a troubled frown crossing her visage–——–watching the boy king near her. she sighs， arms folding ﹠﹠ hues rolling. and yet， (with hesitation) she stops her walking， turning

[‍ ‍‍ₒᵤᵣ ‍ ‍𝕷ADY ‍ ‍of ‍ ‍𝖘𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑜𝑤⁎ @historichor]

perhaps *that explained what she was doing， late at night， knocking a sound pattern on dannie’s door. praying She was not absent.

[‍ ‍‍ₒᵤᵣ ‍ ‍𝕷ADY ‍ ‍of ‍ ‍𝖘𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑜𝑤⁎ @historichor]

during winter–——–time， night came quicker in debora， alyria had learnt during her time there. perhaps to the residents， the sky growing dark early brought joy. that， for them， meant nothing was out of the ordinary.

[‍ ‍‍ₒᵤᵣ ‍ ‍𝕷ADY ‍ ‍of ‍ ‍𝖘𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑜𝑤⁎ @historichor]

𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘥𝘰𝘮， she’d claimed daniela (@crowntied) was， but the girl had， since the beginning， been the one source of warmth alyria had. she’d forever chase this warmth， to hold it once again.

[‍ ‍‍ₒᵤᵣ ‍ ‍𝕷ADY ‍ ‍of ‍ ‍𝖘𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑜𝑤⁎ @historichor]

/ like this tweet for a short starter……… aly brainrot is real and alive xx

[‍ ‍‍ₒᵤᵣ ‍ ‍𝕷ADY ‍ ‍of ‍ ‍𝖘𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑜𝑤⁎ @historichor]

what.

[ʟᴏꜱɪɴɢ ᴰᴼᴳ .ᐟ @deborasknight]

“ i’m a top ” “ i’m a bottom ” okay?? i’m a creep?? i’m a weirdo ??