𝕽𝐇𝐀𝐄𝐍𝐘𝐑𝐀 ᵗʰᵉ 𝑪𝐑𝐔𝐄𝐋 .
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⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ * @madeforweeping. ꨄ︎ ⠀
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we mothers do what we can to keep our sons from the grave, though they do seem to yearn for it.
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⠀ »⠀more an inquisitive youth, blinking, nodding, lifting her chin to express an interest piqued. she measures her syllables to keep from seeming overeager, though she's sure she's failing.〝 yes, please, speak. 〞 ⠀
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⠀ »⠀brief, and beneath it her nascent smile persists.〝 please, do take care to keep well. as best you can. that's an order from your queen. 〞———— and yet as a temporary lull falls over the chamber she feels less a queen and⠀» ⠀
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⠀ »⠀not wish my reign to be defended by men too dull or apathetic to live by morals of their own. 〞 kinslayers. child——killers. there are plenty of uglier ways to say it, and all of them sour on her tongue. but her frown is⠀» ⠀
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⠀ »⠀how grateful she is for it. it surprises her somewhat that she's able to partake in his amusement, however dark, however faint the smile that curls her lips.〝 thank you, eddarion, 〞she begins, quieter than she intends.〝 i do⠀» ⠀
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⠀ »⠀a swordsman's ———— and there's some small relief found in shifting to grant her counsel her undivided attention. she listens intently. hums. mulls over the weight of his answer, heavy as any crown, and hopes he knows implicitly⠀» ⠀
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⠀ »⠀fealty without mind. she uncurls her hand, relinquishing the pawn back to the table. the carved edges of the hightower flame have bitten into the flesh of her palm ———— calloused from dragonriding, different from the rough of⠀» ⠀
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⠀ there's an almost nervous avoidance in the way her gaze hastily returns to the sword atop the table, joined a moment later by both of his. shoulders roll, his willingness bringing her visible ease. he is not a man who swears his⠀» ⠀
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 +
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⠀ »⠀much as a fickle thought. she makes her choice and waves her empty hand, calling him to the tableside. ⠀〝 blood. your blade knows its taste well. 〞gaze fixes on his, storm——dark and searching.〝 how do you bear it? 〞 ⠀
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⠀ »⠀pensive and fleeting. at his query, she exhales through her nose. serpentine stubbornness has her deliberate whether or not there's any prize to be found in honesty. if a king must never show weakness, a queen must never have so⠀» ⠀
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⠀ the sound is enough to draw her attention, if not to clear her mind. head turns, recognising him by stature before her eyes raise high enough to fall upon his face. ⠀〝 lord commander. 〞she greets, his nod met with a smile⠀» ⠀
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 +
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⠀ sitting alone before the painted table, staring at the sword laid across its unlit surface. turns a pawn over and over in hand, lost to thought. ⠀
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ㅤ ݁ ៚ ˖ ࣪ 𖤓 . 𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐒 ﹔ ❛ 𝓲 have 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 a 𝒑𝒊𝒆𝒄𝒆 that you * 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 about the 𝙱𝙾𝙰𝚁𝙳 ﹒ ㅤ
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