They are intriguing beasts, I have no doubt but I do not think they’d make for good conversationalists.
Plus, all that fire?
. . .
No, not for me. At least, not these Warm-Blood dragons.
( oh, indeed, and she would be glad of the company, in truth )
she cannot admit to herself that the sight of criston cole upon his knees is unexpected . still , her heart quickens at having to cast her gaze down to him there , sunk to submission , pledging his life and duty to 𝘩𝘦𝘳 . he had once been her friend’s own protector , and yet
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not so long ago , she had found him in front of the stranger . kneeling with a knife to his stomach had been a sort of worship . it was her and her alone that had spurred him to look to her . what she said to him then sealed a secret between them .
here he is .
“ you swear this before the gods . ” it is a statement , tone of voice mirroring his own as if this is a secretive exchange . “ they watch us here now , judge you for your sins . . . and judge me for my acceptance of your offer . ” a hand extends out to him , her
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his manner does not help him much —— if he had wished to evade her questioning , he did not wish hard enough . she can read his eagerness to part very well . “ i do not understand fully , not quite . ” hands clasp behind her back , softly swaying on the balls of her feet .
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the smile he gives her is
small & stiff ⸝ head tipped to
avoid her gaze.
" there are duties i must
perform. i suppose i got too
eager ⸝ " he supplies vaguely.
" i thank you for your
understanding. "
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rhaenyra has the advantage of being born to a father that adores her so —— she can be picky ( to some degree ) about who takes her hand , which is likely why she has yet to gain a husband at the ripe age of eight and ten . she can afford to take matters of prettiness and true
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𝐒uch matters of birth ought to bear no consequence where love was concerned . 𝐀 heart was drawn to another heart 、 not to the station a person held in this world . 𝐀t least 、 she had hoped to retain some small ⤼
on her mouth . “ it is difficult to know a suitor’s true nature until after marriage has already gone underway . they shall all be on their best behaviours in the vying for your heart . the sweetest man on that day can be the bitterest of creatures deep down . ” heavy drink ,
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has , but i am forever digging deep and finding faults in every suitor so that he has no choice but to search again . it’s all i can do to buy myself a little more freedom . ”
this has never been her most desirable topic of conversation . she physically sulks . “ i would not say i am 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭 past , i am not that old . be careful what you say , i am the thing protecting your head from the ground , remember . ” a mild threat .
“ and of course he
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❛ 𝐘ou are well past the age at which maidens are wed 、 I daresay your father has long been searching in earnest for a suitable match for you . 𝐇as no man ever sought your hand in marriage 𖤠 ❜
battle drum .
“ ser criston . ” announcing her presence with a calm voice , alicent gulps down the saliva that pools upon her tongue and gives a clumsy gurgle to her words . “ do not do it . ”
the scent of sorrow overwhelms every olfactory nerve she possesses ; it latches itself to the part of her brain that obsesses —— curling around lobe , invading each thought . she is drawn to it like a moth is to light , a sailor to a siren’s song , a lost soul seeking its
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final resting place .
@gloriousunbent’s hands are sure in his decision , yet his mind is not . she watches the steadiness of his grip give falsehood to the true nature of his beating heart , thudding with a pace so rapid that it reverberates within her ears like a
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