𝔥𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔪𝔞𝔦𝔡𝔢𝔫

mutuals can interact.

mutuals can interact.

• They name me usurper, yet I am the rightful heir. Tell me you believe this to be true. • My father named me his successor before the realm. Does his word hold no weight now that he has passed? • You swore a sacred oath to uphold my claim. Have you forgotten your vows? • I shall not beg for what is mine by blood and by right. • Tell me true—which bannermen may still be counted among our allies? • My children's lives hang in the balance. I must know where your loyalties lie. • The small council is divided. I have need of your voice in that chamber. • They expect me to surrender? To bend the knee to a pretender and usurper? • Every house that declares for them is a house forsaken and traitorous. • I did not seek this war, but they have left me no recourse. • My claim is lawful and just. Theirs is theft and treachery. • You served my father faithfully. Now I stand in need of your counsel. • I shall not permit my legacy to be penned by mine enemies. • The realm shall bleed for this transgression. Do they comprehend what they have wrought? • Send forth the ravens. Our allies must be reminded of their sworn oaths. • They hold the capital, but the war is far from won. • I would have ruled with wisdom and mercy. I may yet do so. • Speak plainly—do you believe victory is within our grasp? • Each day we delay is another day they strengthen their position. • You must fly to [location] at once and secure their fealty. • The lords who falter now shall come to rue their hesitation. • They slew my son. Blood will answer for blood. • I care not what it shall cost. They will answer for their crimes. • The prophecy speaks of my line. I am certain of it. • History shall remember which claimant held true right. • Do not mistake my mourning for frailty. • I was groomed for the throne since childhood. It is my birthright. • How many must perish before they yield to reason? • I shall not be remembered as the sovereign who bent the knee. • They believe my [youth/sex/inexperience] makes me weak. They err gravely. • Summon the war council. We must plan our next course of action. • I entrusted you with everything. Pray do not make me regret that trust. • What word from the battlefield? I would hear truth, not comfort. • We command dragons. Surely that must tip the scales in our favor. • I am plagued by dreams of fire and ash. I believe them to be portents. • They wish to make an example of me. I shall make one of them instead. • Dispatch word to our loyal bannermen—your true queen/king yet draws breath. • I did not choose this conflict, but I shall see it through to its end. • Do you recall my father's final words? His wishes were made plain before witnesses. • The crown belongs to me. All else may be negotiated. • Speak without courtly pleasantries—how dire is our position? • They have underestimated me from the very beginning. That is their fatal mistake. • I would sooner die than allow them to deny my rightful claim.

𝔒𝔫𝔠𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔴𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔱𝔴𝔬 𝔪𝔬𝔬𝔫𝔰 𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔨𝔶, 𝔟𝔲𝔱 𝔬𝔫𝔢 𝔴𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔯𝔢𝔡 𝔱𝔬𝔬 𝔠𝔩𝔬𝔰𝔢 𝔱𝔬 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔲𝔫 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔠𝔯𝔞𝔠𝔨𝔢𝔡 𝔣𝔯𝔬𝔪 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔱. 𝔄 𝔱𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔰𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔱𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔰𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔡𝔯𝔞𝔤𝔬𝔫𝔰 𝔭𝔬𝔲𝔯𝔢𝔡 𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔱𝔥, 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔡𝔯𝔲𝔫𝔨 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔢 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔲𝔫. 𝔗𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔦𝔰 𝔴𝔥𝔶 𝔡𝔯𝔞𝔤𝔬𝔫𝔰 𝔟𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔣𝔩𝔞𝔪𝔢.

• Your council presses you to dissolve this union. I heard them counseling you through the door.   • We are required to appear as one. Whatever your true feelings, I must ask you to conceal them for the duration.   • I did not choose you. But I am choosing to make something of this. The question is whether you shall do the same.

• I've been raising hell just to get your attention. • You're the only thing I've ever worshipped, and look where it got me. • I can feel it in my bones — something's coming, something big. • Every demon wants his pound of flesh, and I think I'm ready to pay. • Tell me, what does it feel like to be loved gently? • I would've followed you into the dark. I did follow you into the dark. • The saints can't help me now; I've already made my choice. • I've got too much blood on my hands to hold yours. • You keep asking me to be softer, but I was born with a storm in my chest. • I don't pray anymore, except when I'm thinking of you. • What kind of goddess would accept a sacrifice like me? • The violence inside me has a name now — it's yours. • You say you want honesty? I'm a holy fool and a shipwreck all at once. • I can't tell if this is love or just another way to destroy myself. • The birds are circling. That's never a good sign. • I danced with the devil and he gave me your name. • I've been digging my own grave since the day we met. • There's a drumming in my chest, and it's not my heartbeat. • How much of my soul did I sell to have this one night with you? • The water's rising and I'm not sure I want to swim anymore. • You can't save me. I don't even think I want you to try. • I've been screaming your name into the void. Did you hear me? • They say love is patient, but mine has teeth. • I was born in a thunderstorm, and I'll die in one too. • You touched me and I swear I saw god for a second. • I'm not afraid of the fall. I'm afraid of how much I want it. • The hunger in me doesn't have a cure, does it? • Every chain I break just wraps around my throat in a different way. • I would burn the whole world down if it meant keeping you warm. • You say my name like it's a prayer. I say yours like it's a curse. • I'm shaking the bells and calling the hounds — are you coming or not? • There's something ritualistic about the way we ruin each other. • I've been baptized in regret so many times I've lost count. • The violence of the divine — that's what this feels like. • I can't tell where I end and you begin anymore. • You wanted a lover, but I came armed for war. • I've been howling at the moon, hoping you'd hear me from wherever you are. • The ghosts of everyone I used to be are watching us right now. • I need you to understand: I am not delicate. I am not soft. • The reckoning is coming. I can taste it in the air. • You look at me like I'm salvation. I look at you like you're the end. • There's a ceremony in this chaos — can you feel it?