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it was satisfying , seeing her like this. fallen from grace , dirtied and stripped of all her jewels , her seven pointed star , her pretty gowns. she looks smaller , less terrifying than her younger self could recall ββ though no less beautiful. often rhaenyra wonders Β»
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Β» ππ. this dance is ugly. it is dirty οΉ . it lingers 'til all she has is spite. howbeit within, ββ something roams, gleaming as the other takes her. they're close now, dangerously.γ this is flattering to you, γshe states, gaze Β»
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it's funny, to her, rhaenyra's reaction. and a simple answer, she'll provide again; no bark, not now, all bite.γ i seduced your father, is that right? γ
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curious are the eyes which study her step ββ mother. always thinking her to be a viper , a seductress. β are you not ? β a silence and then a simple answer. she hates it , wants the bite , the hiss , the snark.
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Β» want, πππππππ π ? γspat against the woman, venemous tongue not held back. despite her position, she must keep her dignity.
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golden chains laced across her body; chained as a beast would be, headββtoββtoe, with room / but barely. in all her spitefulness, never had she assumed her face would be as this was; one of an animal's. weak, her head raises not Β»
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a creak as the iron door is opened , signaling a visitor. dripping of water , squeaking of rats off in the distance. sun filtered through a singular window and gives light to show her. the dowager queen , the green queen , Β»
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Β» for rhaenyraββββjutting downwards, instead, not immediate in uttering words.
her prideful cloak had been demolished completely. the reckoning stung. ββ she hummed, an irritated tune. 'twas nothing nice about this dungeon.γ what do you Β»
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@crownodes https://t.co/O75WWWNsoo imagine her manic ahh smileβ¦β¦ yeah. on the other part, we're both inexperienced here because aye just made this acc without many thoughtsππ working on what i want to do with her now thoughπββοΈ
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whispers,γ mhm, am i? γrocking back οΉ . forth, gaze downcast then οΉ . meeting the table dull. she enjoys her play when it's a game she'll win.γ of course, γsimple, plain, nothing sticks outββββbut that faint trail of * teasing, testing.
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β donβt i ? β she hums , β seems like you know naught of men and youβre much more experienced than i. β a sternness takes over alicent , one which sees a shudder zapping down her spine. every hair rises at attention. she becomes hyper β focused. β i was not aware i needed Β»
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act is kept, still. she nods so warily, chuckling to herself, πancing with the dragon's kin.γ you truly know naught of your father, dear. it is rather sad. γββa lie, for the other's words were likely not far from truth.γ now, Β»
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β and i am certain β begins the valyrian girl , mirth gleaming within her violet irises. β that it is. because it is neither your gods nor your gold which enraptures him so. β