⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀and 𝒂𝒍𝒍 will turn ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀to 𝒔𝒊𝒍𝒗𝒆𝒓 glass; ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀. . . a 𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 on ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀the 𝒘𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒓.

/ I HIT A FUCKING POST LIMIT ON X THAT APP IS STR8 ASS BRO FAHHHHHHHHHH

morrow to you too, niece.

good morrow my fellow blacks .ᐟ.ᐟ to the greens too . . i suppose .

alicent hightower . the green queen of kingslanding . wife , sister , daughter and mother . bows to the seven . a saint turned into a sin . written by coffeelover.xn--53haa .

/ ahem ?? henlo ?

smoking his pipe in the white sword tower. can't sleep.. dreams plauge his slumber.

stood outside the kings chambers . a smile on his face , subtle sway as he rocks back and forth . . humming a merry sea shanty .

and a good eve to you too , my lady .

quite well, my prince. any plans for the day .ᐣ

‎⠀ ‎⠀ ⠀ ꪶ ⠀ the ⠀ gentle ⠀ presence, ‎⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ 𝐄͢𝐓͢𝐄͢𝐑͢𝐍͢𝐀͢𝐋͢ ⠀ 𝐒͢𝐓͢𝐀͢𝐑͢. ⠀ ༨ ࣪ ‎⠀

good morrow to you too, your grace.

good morrow to the realm.

i do not partake, your grace. dulls the senses, something i need to defend you.

i believe the servants are bringing a bottle out now , princess .

⠀ ⠀ ━━━⠀⠀𝓓𝘼𝙀𝙍𝘼⠀⠀⠀𝓣𝘼𝙍𝙂𝘼𝙍𝙔𝙀𝙉⠀⠀.ᐟ ONCE⠀⠀⠀UPON⠀⠀⠀A⠀⠀⠀DREAM. 𝓜AEKAR⠀⠀𝓣ARGARYEN⠀⠀⠀ꫝ 𝓓YANNA⠀⠀𝓓AYNEʼS⠀⠀FIRSTBORN. ⠀ ⠀

⠀ ⠀ ━━━⠀⠀𝓓𝘼𝙀𝙉𝙊𝙍𝘼⠀ 𝓣𝘼𝙍𝙂𝘼𝙍𝙔𝙀𝙉⠀ .ᐟ 𝓵OVELY—EYED.⠀𝓭EATH—TOUCHED.⠀❪ 𝖇LOOD 𝖜ITCH. ❫ 𝓐ERIONʼS WIFE⠀ꫝ⠀𝓜AEGORʼS MOTHER. ⠀ ⠀

thank the gods. can finally move. "slept as well as you could, your grace.ᐣ"

good morrow to the realm.

drawing his sword. Tyde, Valyrian steel, longsword, beautiful.. dark.. fits perfectly into the white cloaks hands. stepping forward as he approaches a training dummy. bright lilac eyes admired the blade.

only with those too curious for their own good, my prince.

your grace, you slept well .ᐣ

/ lotr muse is tempting me ..

indeed.

folk have said worse things about princes.

and you will remain so.

had a wonderful training session today . . . worked up a sweat . had some food to rejuvenate . saw a pretty girl .

appears. hoping no-one would notice his absence.

if only. spinning on his heel to follow the prince, maintaining a distance of exactly five paces behind. " i trust the night was fun, my prince .ᐣ "

smelled him coming from half a league away. good to know he is alive. " good morrow, your grace. "

ser gaemon is currently in the training yard. his sword in hand as he stabs, slashes and thrusts. lips mouthing numbers as he runs through varying new moves taught to him by his sworn brothers. he either chose to ignore the readers presence or simply ++

ᅠᅠᅠᅠ ᅠᅠᅠᅠ

( feet carried him to the side she faced, kneeling down beside her bed. ) if you do not wish to leave, i will stay princess.

i can tell . . . i've been stood here for ten minutes. any plans to get out and start the day, your grace? or shall i pull up a seat outside the door?

/ made a hotd muse gang check me out <3

princess . . . you slept well .ᐣ

if the fair lady will not mind some company, i will happily join you.

ah, my prince.. you are well .ᐣ

ᅠᅠᅠᅠ ᅠᅠᅠᅠ hello there . . . ᅠᅠᅠᅠ ᅠᅠᅠᅠ

gods . . . he is tired .

way, hay up she rises. way, hay up she rises. way, hay up she rises early in the morniiiiiing!!

it's always something with them.

* orbs watched the young dragon as the white cloak stood be the front door of her room . fire is nice . . .

my lady, you are well .ᐣ

good morrow 🙂