come here, i will never leave you.

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why are you so surprised, my lady?

i like to give you nicknames, mond will be my nickname for you.

⠀⠀ 𝘋𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘯 𝘢𝘣𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘫𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘝𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦. 𝘋𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘣𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘣 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘴𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘯. 𝘈 𝘧𝘦𝘸 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘢𝘳 𝘢𝘣𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘴 — ⠀⠀

here. ——— gareth cut a slice of cake and placed it on a small plate with a fork. he’d made it himself, so she could be honest about how she felt about it ———.

oh—. . . ( * 🥺 ) okay, 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐝.

. . . aemond?

you are the reason. ⠀

will you let me lie on you? ——— what he missed most was sleeping in his warm embrace. his bed in the riverlands was freezing without the warmth of his—beloved. got up and ran softly into his arms, as if walking too loudly might alert someone or give them a clue as to what he was about to do;

i can give you apple pie.

( jumps. )

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ I miss gareth. ⠀⠀

⠀ i love you. and i love you more, my prince. ⠀

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with you. yes.

it was. one of the villages has caught fire. i am afraid there won’t be many supplies left. how is your day, callik?

——— 🥱 ———.

oh— you shouldn’t do that. now it will burn you when you drink wine. let me see.

——— he moaned aggressively against her lips as the metallic taste flooded his mouth in a fierce caress. felt the corners of his own mouth smeared with that blessed, thick liquid, but he really didn’t care. having to press his hands against aemond’s chest, for a few seconds his eyes notice how

that’s an indecent proposal, my prince.

i can’t give you something that no longer belongs to me.

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ give me your heart 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞. I will 𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐮𝐩𝐭 it. ⠀⠀

behave yourself.

then don’t make me walk away from you. ——— growled as his hands were caught, but something suddenly calmed him, like a small wave of tranquillity washing over his body. brown eyes, once ablaze, now dimmed; he blinked a few times to let the troublesome tears that were glistening on his eyelashes

i thought you were.

you've got 𝐚𝐥𝐥 my attention. do you want to talk about your brother? i won't accept your apology. . . unless it comes with a kiss.

i don't want to scape. consume me; i want to know nothing but your passionate heart.

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ once I love passionately, you cannot escape me. ⠀⠀

good morrow.

that’s my name. gareth blackwood, my queen. i am faring well, and you?

why are you grumpy? tell me.

why?

love me passionately.

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good morrow.

——— ran as fast as he could, his feet dodging the servants and a few guards while aemond seemed to be hot on his heels. at some point, was seized by the prince’s claws, violently slammed against the wall as he felt the prince’s ragged breathing crash against his face. but the raven was angry,

if you care, i guess so.

——— one of the guards approached him as he gazed out at the garden through the window. the clouds were gathering in the sky, grey and dark, weeping heavy tears of rain. recognised the guard as a young man of his own age, who insisted

why don’t you want me close?

more than one, yes. if the conversation is lively, one drink won’t be enough. ——— the blackwood held out his hand to the young princess, hoping to feel the warmth of her fingers in a gentle touch upon his palm. a cordial invitation that became endearing when he heard that she,