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⠀ ⠀allow my royal blood to drip along your blade . make it known : i am yours . ⠀

⠀ ⠀lucerys got to me. ⠀

⠀what ⠀we ⠀lost ⠀in ⠀the ⠀𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐞ˏ ⠀we ⠀will ⠀find ⠀in ⠀the ⠀𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐬.

it is not true that a burnt child dreads the fire. it is drawn to it like a moth to a flame. it knows that when it goes near it， it will burn itself again. still， it gets too close.

⠀ ⠀ooc thread . ⠀

𖤓 ♯ 𝖕ride𝄒s 𝗀͟𝗈͟𝗇͟𝗇͟𝖺 be the ⠀ ⠀ ݁ ⠀ ⠀⁦𝖉eath͡┈⁩ of *y𖦹u ﹠ 𝗆͟𝖾 ─┈┈ .

good morrow or good meowing, let me know.

Lightly scorch at best— don’t fret. Just trust me