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* sister of Jason Lannister, stifled by the court. Noble. A woman king, yearning for a sword and sharp teeth.
๐ข๐ค๐ง๐ ๐๐ฃ๐๐ค๐ง๐ข๐๐ฉ๐๐ค๐ฃ ๐๐๐ก๐ค๐ฌ.
๐ boyish grin and beneath his ๐๐ฅ๐๐ฏ๐ข๐๐ฅ๐ rests a certain kind of ๐ณอ๐ธอ๐อ from such utterance of the ๐๐๐๐๐.
โMarelleโI only treat her more than a beast to be tamed and bred. If that is ๐ฏ๐ธ๐ป๐ฎ๐ฒ๐ฐ๐ทโฆโ a certain venom laces his words, frustration blooming.
She ๐๐ซ๐จ๐ฉ๐ฌ to bruised knees before @honourvows. Eyes of forests: viridescent and lovely in colour, flick up to brown eyes. Her smile infects her face in its vile joy.
โโYou make my lady happy.โ
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/ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐. an original character forged for the #hotdrp verse.
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๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ clings to dark locks in the wake the ballโs impact against his headโa hand shifts, to act as a shield against ๐ฏ๐พ๐ป๐ฝ๐ฑ๐ฎ๐ป assault. He sprints, before hurling himself at Saraโto take her down to the ground.
โ๐ow unbecoming of you, my lady.โ
๐e draws back, to ๐ผ๐น๐ฒ๐ท herโa marionetteโs puppeteer pulling strings. He ๐๐๐๐๐ in her splendour, and he cannot look away.
โ๐โ๐ถ afraid, I will find it hard to share you with a ๐ฏ๐ข๐ฅ๐ soul.โ
๐ผ๐ธ๐ฝ๐๐ thuds in her veins, setting skin alight with an ๐๐ถ๐๐๐๐พ๐๐ red upon the curve of her cheeks. She tugs him close, lips ghosting against lips as she whispers:
โAnd ๐๐๐ will have your bride. I can take a ๐๐๐ธ๐๐๐น husband, no? ๐ผ ๐ถ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐.โ
โ๐ฃhere will be ๐งอ๐จอ dread of the night for you, my lady,โ he almost ๐น๐พ๐ป๐ป๐ผ with a lazy drawl, ardent ๐๐๐ฏ๐จ๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง in their danceโwith no song save for the beat, ๐๐๐๐ญ of his heart thudding in his cranium.
โI must confess, you must have been a beautiful bride.โ
She ๐ป๐ถ๐๐๐ into his touch, shudder poisoning her weak spine. Fingers entwine, and eyes close as her head turnsโa soft chuckle had.
โOnly ๐๐๐ can turn my head with such sweetness.โ
๐ lazy grin returned : bold and ๐ฌ๐ญ๐๐ข๐ง๐๐ in red of wine. Compliant fingers curl around steel, red spewing from ๐ท๐ฎ๐๐ฏ๐ธ๐พ๐ท๐ญ wounds across a palm. He winces.
โ๐๐ง๐-๐๐ฒ๐๐ ๐ฃ๐๐ฌ๐ญ๐๐ซ. I see your ๐ฟ๐ฒ๐ต๐ฎ lust for elixir of life has little end.โ
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a raring blade aiming towards the heart ; his lustful eye seeking crimson, examining the rอeอaอdอeอrอ with lips concealing a haughty smirk.
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