‍ ‍𝕽𝐇𝐀𝐄𝐍𝐘𝐑𝐀 ‍ ‍ᵗʰᵉ ‍ ‍𝑪𝐑𝐔𝐄𝐋 .

trēsy dōrī kesan. / i will never be a son.

you say run, they run. you say swim, they dive in. you say light a fire, they show up with oil. but whatever happens, it's. on. you.

it would be a hundred times easier if we were young again.

𝙏𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙨𝙝𝙚𝙙 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙨𝙤 𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙙.

one shot of devotion,

He can see the hesitance in the set of her jaw as her mind rolls with his question. It only causes the worry of his own face to show more . . . He does as her hand bids, striding to the table, a gloved hand running over the wooden image of the Kingdoms. 𝐇𝐞𝐫 kingdoms +

Heavy iron doors open and close. A change of the guard, nothing more, commander of Dragonstone’s Guard coming to take this shift of the watch. Armor clanks as he descends the few steps, seeing The Queen in such deep thought. “Good evening, your Grace.” He inclines his +

something touched me， lightly， like a knife—blade. i felt i was bleeding， though just a little， a hint. inside i flared hot， then cold. i thought of you. whom i love， madly.

"...𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚏-𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚍, 𝚞𝚗𝚠𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚗 𝚋𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚍. 𝙸𝚏 𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚊 𝚂𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚂𝚗𝚘𝚠..."©

𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 ‘𝑫𝑨𝑴𝑵 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐝𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐬. 𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐬. 𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐧.’