𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒅, 𝒂 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒓 𝒐𝒇 𝒑𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏. 𝑯𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉 𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒍𝒍, 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒈𝒂𝒛𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒅, 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒔𝒎𝒐𝒌𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒗𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅.

𝑰 𝒄𝒂𝒏'𝒕 𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒑 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒘𝒇𝒖𝒍 𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒓𝒈𝒚. 𝑮𝒐𝒅𝒅𝒂𝒎𝒏 𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕, 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒃𝒆 𝒔𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒆. 𝑾𝒉𝒐 𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒍.ᐣ

𝖠𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝖽 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗆𝖾? 𝖠𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗆𝖾? 𝖫𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗌 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗐 𝗎𝗉 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗅𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗆𝖾? 𝖣𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝖺 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗎𝗋𝗋𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗇𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗆𝖾?

I have my mother's spirit and my father's fury. I do not scare easily.

When I am Queen, I shall create a new order.

I feel like biting someone just because.

Is she being a nosy but concerned dragon? Most certainly! She's eagerly going to @princessoffire.bsky.social's chambers and knocking on her door. "I brought a tray of cakes!"

Did I hear the queen correctly?! We're hosting a feast?

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The cream and gold is called Viserion. Viserys was cruel and weak and frightened, his dragon will do what he could not.