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Joined November 2025
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his horse was black as night, matching the color of his armor, lance, shield, and trappings. his helm, a gleaming three-headed dragon, wings spread, enameled in a rich red; its twin was painted upon the glossy black surface of his shield.
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β https://t.co/CA98NiK43Yβ β β± β β relies and starters coming on all my accs today bc i finally have time ππΌππΌ
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heβs run out of wine ββ how tragic *
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a falling star brings luck to those who see it.
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if i am to flower into something other than myself, i would rather rot into nothingness i am.
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princeβs words as he leant forward to reach for the decanter .
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near full decanter of wine merely an arms length away . gaze shifted slightly to focus on the other people she spoke of . β β shall i defend you gallantly * from your duty ?β β sarcasm laced the β·
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β β it sounds as though youβve had no shortage of them .β β tch sounding as he slunk back into his seat , defeated gaze focused on the nowββempty cup . perhaps he was a touch dramatic ββ there was a β·
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hands him back the empty mug. βi was in desperate need of a drink.β sheβs had quite a few already. the princess turns her attention towards the muffled voices. βiβm running desperately from suitors.β
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though hazed and a touch blurry , lifted to settle on the figure ββ shrouded a mane of golden tresses . the gold β¦ something familiar about it . π·π’π‘ πβππ‘ ? β β youβ-β β slurred word sounded β·
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mind ββ something that bore an awful resemblance to the voices that , on occassion , accompanied the dreams ββ told the prince to look up and see who β¦ no , what * stood across the tavern . gaze , β·
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that befell the tavern ββ the prince , deep enough in his cups for at least two people , nearly passed out in some semi-secluded corner that shielded him from prying eyes . something deep in his β·
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πΉeep indigo hues were transfixed on the chalice of wine that sat in front of him ; lithe digits tracing at the darker coloured grains embedded within the wood . it was an entirely too common sight β·
draped in silks of beaten ππ’ππ the being of flame lounged bitterly within tavernβs gloom γ idly swirling piss poor ale within chalice . amber gaze lingered upon the peasantry of the crowd . . . . π€ββ
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worse ββ across her features at him .
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a partial lie . the main truth of it was that he did not wish to see his mother in this state , he did not want for this night to be the first time that disappointment ββ or something β·
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mind . turning his head slightly to observe the darker haired woman , chalice raised to his lips to take a sip at her words . β β itβs late β¦ iβd not wished to burden you at this hour .β β β·
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capable of finding him whenever he hid . β β it eases the mind .β β daeron murmured quietly . and it was the truth ββ the breeze , the stats , the quiet solitude β¦ it was all soothing to an ailed β·
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grip on a chalice full of the first wine he had been able to get his hands on . he was not startled by her presence β¦ his mother ββ his dear * mother had always been one of the only people β·
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even the gods at times . one hand was braced on the stone balustrade , cool stone grounding to the blond as dark hues gazed out upon tents and the orange flickers of flames . the other had a lazy β·
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