⺌ᅟᅟ𝓐𝖊𝖒𝖔𝖓𝖉 𝕿𝖆𝖗𝖌𝖆𝖗𝐲𝖊𝖓

⠀⠀⺌ᅟᅟCoɱᥱᅟᅟᥲtᅟᅟɱᥱᅟᅟᥲɡᥲιᥒᅟᅟᥲᥒᏧᅟᅟI'ᥣᥣᅟᅟ𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒅ᅟᅟყoυᅟᅟtoᅟᅟɱყᅟᅟᏧɾᥲɡoᥒ⠀.⠀⠀.⠀

⠀⠀ alys was isolated, sitting upon a rock inside the cell, her eyes were fixated at the ground for hours. she spent the entire night inside the dungeons on the dowager queen's command. yet, she did not regret a thing. — ⠀⠀

o que há dentro do meu coração eu tenho guardado para te dar —— e todas as horas que o tempo tem pra me conceder são tuas até morrer.

" Aren't you going to join them? They seem to respect you more than our brother. "

⠀⠀ meh. this city still stinks. ⠀⠀

⠀⠀ indeed, quite wonderful. this time, however, i don't want to sire any child. but i'm not avoiding some new tactics to the war. ⠀⠀

⠀⠀ alright, when i look at you, i remember about that night, inside the council's room. i believe that a few months later we heard ella's first cry. ⠀⠀

⠀⠀ that's so sweet, but what is a woman without her privacy .ᐣ ⠀⠀

𝖉arling, dearest, dead.

⠀⠀ that'd be imprudent of me to answer. ⠀⠀

⠀⠀ who would lose appetite by seeing you .ᐣ odd. ⠀⠀

⠀⠀ don't go, then. ⠀⠀