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good eve— what did you say, uncle .ᐣ 💧
good eve, peasants.
a child despises him .ᐣ nothing new there, i suppose . . . oh how i wished he would remain in harrenhal.
ᅠᅠ⸌ "he is annoying. he shall get stuck with caraxes or that tully’s child who knows how to despise him."
i think mother wishes not to listen to jace herself . . . i caught a stray word from the guards that they had a disagreement of the sort. ﹙voice a low, hushed whisper, eventually righting herself.﹚ tea does sound agreeable, brother.
come, you can still rest and have some tea. . . at least mother hasn’t put you to listen to jace all day.
i shall call to wysterria . . . she ought to know if He is near.
𝐟orest then.
do you presume to suggest i stay in my own bed or come to yours, uncle .ᐣ
it's a beautiful day to stay comfy and warm in my marvelous bed. you should try it.
( launching herself into his arms, holding on oh so tight. ) i have missed you .ᐟ i— i was told you were in grave danger . . . my heart wished not to believe . . .
MY BABY! hello, my dove!
locked in her chambers and refuses to come out. so much of her time has been spent weeping.
gloom. touches glass i want a forbidden dynamic here...
hungry, getting her fill of honey-drenched carrots and raspberry tarts.
yes .ᐟ the meadow is lush with wildflowers in the summertime, hard to resist not displaying them from time to time. they should go flower picking while the blooms are still vibrant.
did she do this all on her own ? They 're all quite beautiful .
it’s a beautiful day and you are in bed . . . hmph.
tiny wave from the princess. she has all sorts of wildflowers weaved into her thicket of long, dark curls today . . .
i am . . . tired . . . ﹙a drowsy spell; sorting too many herbs, flying around all day on dragonback has exhausted the princess.﹚
sister? ——— lucerys watched his sister’s head fall on his lap, bumped her nose ———.
i mourn the days when he was away in harrenhal.
perhaps one day. . .
mine as well, and peaches— hm .ᐣ mayhaps you should spend more time with me then, uncle.
. . . figs are my favorite! I believe you might be spending far too much time with my sister, niece.
innocent or not, the stranger will have us all. our greatest fears were fashioned before we were even a thought, and so were our sins. i fear little except that which i do not know . . . hm, there are figs for breakfast. ☺
how precious of you, then, niece. but the lack of thirst will not spare the spill of it. worse, even, it might end up be ing yours to be spilled.
he is like a cockroach unfortunately . . . hiding in corners and jumping out unexpectedly. 😔 i pray we lose him to the elements.
i hoped he is finally dead *☹️