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&& she is a pawn and the puppeteer, both. Beware the rose with thorns.
tags: #mvrp, #asoiafrp, #gotrp, #HOTDrp.
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* 𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑. ꙳ * ꙳
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mother && queen. #HOTDrp ‘ PARODY. ‘
MDNI. เข้าร่วม Ekim 2022
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* 𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑. ꙳ * ꙳ รีทวีตแล้ว
* 𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑. ꙳ * ꙳ รีทวีตแล้ว
The little 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬 weave a war that they cannot win, and it makes her heart ache for their sweet mother. A hidden 𝐟𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 still remains for the once heir.
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❝My, oh my. And my son is so vile to say you’ve been tamed?❞ a scoff, sudden && harsh. ❝Ah, but I would expect nothing less from Daemon’s daughter. Beware the consequences, sweetling. The Blacks may be able to accomodate your fancy—we will not.❞
𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐑 𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐑.@ragesworn
❝you’d threaten me?❞ her fury is a vile thing, a snake twisting around limbs and squeezing. Fingers ball up into fists, before a silver of a fork is stolen from the table—before it slams into the wood with a harsh thump. }
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* 𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑. ꙳ * ꙳ รีทวีตแล้ว
Frustration blooms in fidgeting, bleeding hands—soon to be drenched with scalding tea. She shields her pain well, gaze flicking up to Baela before she smiles with disdain.
❝I dare say you are far worse than your father. Would you like to give birth to the babe in chains?❞
𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐑 𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐑.@ragesworn
her flames will never be drenched with rivers of life, this is the moment to fight. Careless hands swipe across the table before alicent, to knock a porcelain teacup in her lap. she hopes the tea burns. ❝do not mock me, alicent.❞
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* 𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑. ꙳ * ꙳ รีทวีตแล้ว
𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 !
&& of the blacks, son of Rhaenyra Targaryen. Strong and bold as the gods. Indie and semi-active. #hotdrp.
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Such 𝐛𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 sung by a foolish girl who is 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥 by new blood to the Greens. She does not envy the sweet girl.
𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐑 𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐑.@ragesworn
He can choke and so can his brother. So can their mother, too, in fact. This is war.
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* 𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑. ꙳ * ꙳ รีทวีตแล้ว
* 𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑. ꙳ * ꙳ รีทวีตแล้ว
* 𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑. ꙳ * ꙳ รีทวีตแล้ว
* 𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑. ꙳ * ꙳ รีทวีตแล้ว
* 𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑. ꙳ * ꙳ รีทวีตแล้ว
* 𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑. ꙳ * ꙳ รีทวีตแล้ว
Her stomach is heavy with 𝐚𝐧𝐱𝐢𝐞𝐭𝐲; lips stained in crimson of wine. War sings on the horizon—and her teeth are bared, ready to sink in the 𝓽𝓱𝓻𝓸𝓪𝓽 of a u͟s͟u͟r͟p͟e͟r͟ ͟c͟u͟n͟t͟ of a 𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐝 brother.
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To be a mother, is to be a beast in itself. Bits of her heart has been throttled, sliced apart and feasted on by her children born of her body and soul.
Her heart was never hers, in a world so wrong. There was never to be a queen of a heart—vile jealously remaining.
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* 𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑. ꙳ * ꙳ รีทวีตแล้ว
She fed her dreaming daughter the poison of duty—with demands to seek not love, but power’s embrace in a family. Guileless daughter, the dreaded brother you married—it is duty. The Queen Mother will avert her gaze, of treasonous grasp of another brother upon an elder sister.
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