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tears, still insistent upon falling, confined her, consumed by a remorse that prevented her from offering support or even comforting words, when otto himself showed no signs. with the candle extinguished, the queen sank deeper into despair.
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it is said that the first flags supporting the blacks came directly from the most 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑔𝑖𝑜𝑢𝑠 brothels in the seven kingdoms. —— at least 𝒓𝒉𝒂𝒆𝒏𝒚𝒓𝒂 has someone to reign over.
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that sweet rear. if there were a skirt there, he would hide under it. the wicked thought made the lips that had always been rigid, twist in a restrained almost smile.
amber browns dressed him from head to toe. “ why do not you also call your grandfather ? that ⟶
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how amusing it is to follow the news of daemon, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐡𝐚𝐥—barely managing to unite two rival houses that have been at each other's throats for centuries.
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one of these 𝐬͟𝐭͟𝐫͟𝐨͟𝐧͟𝐠͟𝐬 put out aemond’s eye, never forget. he is a boy, aye, but the boy is the father to the man and 𝑏𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑑𝑠 are monstrous by 𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆.
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the ravens soared in their multitudes today, all to verify the veracity of the rumour that the dragon's cunt is indeed consigning her allies to their demise while she indulges in wantonness upon the wooden and stone throne of the dragon. - furthermore, may ⟶
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may the seven cast their radiant light upon this morn. blasphemous tongues shall bleed and burn with those who dare utter the name of saint king aegon in vain, entwined with the deceiver, the princess.
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in the morning, the queen mother was organizing the day's tasks on behalf of king aegon. the red keep was undergoing some more renovations, green flags spread from the docked boat port to the palace walls.
the reader must be quick and precise in their questions, as ⟶
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“ i feel my insides softening and spilling out. ” the handkerchief was dragged across my clammy forehead, throbbing and sweating in unison. “ for heaven's sake, they put something in that cursed pie. ”
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deliberately drowning in a bathtub filled with a thick, viscous liquid — the 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒅 of the murderers who brutally beheaded the queen mother's grandson. purifying the soul of mourning and allowing 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒅 to linger.
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two hemispheres colliding in the same climate ; the heavy bear fur coat of the purest quality from essos warmed the queen's body ⸻ 𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒅.
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the king, aegon, realm’s delight, has awoken in ill health this morn—a notice to the court that the small councils shall henceforth be presided over by myself and the hand. may the gods bestow their blessings.
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in the cool morrow hours, the gods had inspired her wrath this day —— pouring wine on the tapestry on which rhaenyra's face had been embroidered.
“ 𝒘𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒆'𝒔 weeping, gods do not listen. ”
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𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐧𝐨 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐝𝐞𝐛𝐭 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐝 ; you influence your children to accuse 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑐𝑟𝑜𝑤𝑛, 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑒𝑛 , and yet demand to think that you have the right to make threats, 𝒓͟𝒉͟𝒂͟𝒆͟𝒏͟𝒚͟𝒓͟𝒂 𖤠
do 𝓷𝓸𝓽 feel ⟶
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it is just like this wave washing over me 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏 and 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏 .. it knocks me down and when i try stand up it just comes from me again. it's gonna drown me.
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full moon night, being whipped by the serene wind that bathed the balcony of the queen's chambers. wine glass in one hand and the 𝑝𝑎𝑔𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑎𝑛 𝑜𝑙𝑑 𝑏𝑜𝑜𝑘 in another. sometimes it was unbearable to even breathe with the memories.
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it looks like the bee is in mating time again. may 𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒆 be given to the new bastards who came only to suffer for the depraved mother who, each day less devoted to the throne and more faithful to perdition. however, she still thinks she is entitled, 𝑠𝑢𝑏𝑙𝑖𝑚𝑒.
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𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑎𝑔𝑒𝑑 by the alliance with prince daemon. the only power he has is to deflower and persuade everything he touches. disliked by the court and royalty —— 𝓲𝓯 you were more politically incisive, you would have made a better choice, however, i see that ⟶
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my secret 𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑦𝑟𝑑𝑜𝑚 is to receive this 𝐰͟𝐢͟𝐟͟𝐞͟-𝐦͟𝐮͟𝐫͟𝐝͟𝐞͟𝐫͟𝐞͟𝐫 under my roof, of whom, even because of my politeness, i must refer to him as 𝖕𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖈𝖊.
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significant in attacking on the open sea. that was what alicent presented in favor of the man, with a truly primitive interest.
but how could she persuade a man more mature than she had perhaps ever been? although it's true that men become deprived and ⟶
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if that filthy drunk called 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐨𝐧 remains missing, i will have to send him to the walls myself under penalty of slave labor, so who knows, maybe my martyrdom will be softened.
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