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Only 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 thieves get hanged. ⠀ For us, sentiment is a dull blade: 𝑹𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 thing, 𝒘𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒈 reasons.

“Tell me something, Missandei—ever heard th'story of '𝐺𝑎𝑙𝑏𝑜𝑟 𝐻𝑒𝑟𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔' ? ”

cushion row that looked more out of place than he did—each rivet adorned with crossed axes and 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧 scripture. Say what you want about Meeren's code of ethics, their craftsmanship, as it concerned comfort, was second to none. ⇀

been alerted weeks ago. However, history tends to be more precise with its paintbrush when the canvas includes a 𝑸𝑼𝑬𝑬𝑵. ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ . . .“ But nice of you t'notice my untapped potential, 𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠.” Despite himself, Daario gestured toward an unoccupied ⇀

“𝐶𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑓𝑢𝑙, ” he said, the word stunted with uncaged humour. “ '𝑛𝑒𝑒𝑑𝑓𝑢𝑙 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠' rarely go unseen within these walls.” ⠀ ⠀If there were any real threat from the '𝐶ℎ𝑎𝑖𝑛 𝐺𝑜𝑑𝑠' to the East, their caravan of dickless spearman and unloved sons would have⇀

⠀⠀⠀ ——- 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋 . ♡ for a gif starter . ↺ to spread the word . * dm to plot . ⠀⠀⠀

⠀ The 'Tolos Vial' stood tall when surrounded by souls of pilgrimage and lineage—all seeking a hallowed truth. From his perch, he mirrored the ominous silhouette of the Shrine's faded gaze and understood that problems were never 𝒔𝒐𝒍𝒗𝒆𝒅, they were merely 𝒐𝒖𝒕𝒈𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒏.

─ "𝘗𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘮 𝘪𝘯𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘮𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘭 𝘸𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯." . ɪᴠᴀɴɴᴀ ʟᴀɴɴɪꜱᴛᴇʀ . ᴅᴀᴜɢʜᴛᴇʀ ᴏꜰ ᴋᴇᴠᴀɴ . ʟɪᴏɴᴇꜱꜱ . *Muse of #𝓙𝓪𝔃𝔃

ᅠThe '𝑇𝑈 𝑊𝑖𝑡𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑠' of Mantarys have often peddled their wares and prognostications at his feet, each one promising a peek through the window of his soul. But he had 𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙣, not 𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐬—and silver-haired memory was the only false prophet his mind had space for.

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀YOU’LL ⠀ ̵𝐒̵𝐄̵𝐄̵ ⠀MY⠀ 𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄 ⠀IN ⠀⠀⠀ ✧ ⠀⠀ 𝐄͟𝐕͟𝐄͟𝐑͟𝐘⠀⠀ ✧⠀⠀ 𝐏͟𝐋͟𝐀͟𝐂͟𝐄 , ⠀⠀⠀𝑏𝑢𝑡 ⠀𝑦𝑜𝑢 ⠀𝑐𝑎𝑛’𝑡 ⠀𝑐𝑎𝑡𝑐𝘩 ⠀𝑚𝑒 ⠀𝑛𝑜𝑤. ⠀⠀

⠀ ⠀“Remembrance is a 𝑟𝑜𝑠𝑒 like any other, ” Daario flatly responded, as if the cheers of an arena no longer touched his ears. “But I can't imagine that pity pouch is th'only reason you've come here tonight. ”

It was a stark contrast to the 𝒈𝒓𝒊𝒎𝒆 and 𝒈𝒖𝒔𝒕𝒐 of his usual company, and perhaps that singular uniqueness is why he found it so 𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠. ⇀

Well, y'know what they say: '𝑃𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑎 𝑣𝑖𝑟𝑡𝑢𝑒.' ⠀ ⠀The soft-spoken and earnest nature of her words, however, could hollow out and remove even the strongest of wills—a trait he was finding quite common amongst his Queen's 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒅 Council. ⇀

for the Stark Queen who had mistaken him for something he had never been. “Your 𝑏𝑟𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 believes it, and he's not the type to wield a lie.” ⠀For of all the insults he’d carried in his life, my lord had never sounded so sweet.

if you’ll take her hand.” His bow was shallow, mocking, a flourish of silks that had 𝐍𝐎 business in a hall of stone and frost. ⠀ And if his smile lingered, if his gold tooth gleamed in the candlelight like a secret kept for himself, it was 𝐍𝐎𝐓 for Daenerys’ message but⇀

Stormborn, fire-made-flesh, sends me north. She bids me remind Winterfell that even wolves cannot howl the Long Night away alone. The dead are marching, your Grace - at least, so they say, and their army is coming. There is enough fire to melt their accursed snow, ⇀

he wasn’t wanted: precisely 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆, precisely 𝒏𝒐𝒘. ⠀Gods, the North was 𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒅, but colder still was the thought of being mistaken for a man who bent the knee to anything but 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑚 and 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒. “Far from home, 𝑦𝑒𝑠—but not without cause. My Queen, Daenerys⇀

He had been many things: a 𝒌𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒓, a 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓, a 𝒃𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒈𝒂𝒓𝒕, a 𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒔𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 with more flamboyance than discipline. But a 𝓛ord? Lords had 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬. Lords had 𝐝𝐮𝐭𝐲. Daario had only his charm, his blades, and the infuriating habit of showing up where⇀