✶ ₊ ⁱⁿʰᵉʳⁱᵗᵉᵈ ᵍʳⁱᵉᶠ

i can still smell the fire, though i know it’s long died out.

「 digits interwine as she strides forth , slow ━━ careful 」 the babes have been well 「 muttered quietly , as if speaking too loudly would bring trouble 」

my love, i ... chose this red dress. i thought i'd like it. i had to make up a good lie to explain why i chose that color ...

slow down .. [ but he poured more wine for him .]

when i woke up, you were already gone …

🥺

🫩

[ pouring wine into a goblet and handed to him .]

lords and ladies. met someone to marry?

do you want wine ?

and how did you get this?

speaking about the future, where were you? doing something important?

you would like to learn more? after all, one day you will take my position.

can't i want to get to know my nephew ?

why not ?

" i haven't said a thing. "

let's talk about yours instead .

" . . . little bottom. " mutters under his breath.

anyway .. ?

" i respect someone who lives their truth. "