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Lucerys and Arrax </3

he was too young .          too dutiful for his own good .          standing   ―   now finally sitting   ―   in front of her yet he didn't see his mother ,   he saw his ruler instead .          it was more than clear his journey ,   the accident that had followed ,   scarred him for life .          not only physically ,   but also mentally .          there were glimpses here   &&   there ,   the queen could see ,   of that young ,   sweet boy that was before she had sent him to storm's end as an envoy .          a decision she would regret for the rest of her life ,   even if silently ,   for she should have sheltered him ,   protected him ,   kept him close when danger was hovering over her   &&   her children ,   her family .          yet she wasn't able to do such a simple task as that one .

even during days when she could not bring herself to check on him on her own as the guilt seemed to eat her from the inside out ,   she made sure anything regarding his condition ,   his improvement ,   would reach her .          too overprotective even when her feet refused to carry her inside that room where her son was ,   a maester checking on him as many times a day as possible until she gained the courage to see him herself .          too frail ,   too in pain to move the way he wanted as soon as their eyes met   &&   he felt the need of giving her a proper greeting .          〝 ⠀ your grace ⠀ 〞   rather than   〝 ⠀ mother ⠀ 〞   more oft than not .

          ❛ ⠀ lucerys ... ⠀ ❜          it comes more so in an exasperated tone ,   not meant to show anger or disappointment in him but more so concern .          he had been firm in his statement ,   time   &&   time again ,   asking for some sort of punishment for disobeying orders .          yet ,   he did no such thing ,   did he ?          ❛ ⠀ attempting to defend oneself is far from breaking your oath to avoid any kind of bloodshed . ⠀ ❜          that was nothing but the truth .          the young boy had been attacked ,   his dragon unable to make it whilst left him beyond broken .          if only rhaenyra had been there to save him ,   if only she did not allow him to get on that saddle .

finally ,   after what felt like an eternity ,   her hand reaches out ,   grasping his in a firm yet gentle hold with a thumb stroking the skin at the back of his .          soon ,   the other one joins ,   cradling it in her palms as fingers curl around his .          ❛ ⠀ if what you want is consequences for ...          your actions ,   some sort of chastising . ⠀ ❜          a sigh is pushed out of her nostrils ,   eyes trailing around the desk ,   the mess of scrolls   &&   books together then the shelves around them before her gaze falls on him again .          ❛ ⠀ you are to ...          help me organize ,   clean up after myself ,   to refill my cup when it's empty ,   to follow any kind of order i give you no matter if it requires you to be out of these castle walls . ⠀ ❜

       𝙸𝙵  𝚃𝙷𝙴  𝙿𝚁𝙸𝙽𝙲𝙴  𝙳𝙸𝙳  𝙽𝙾𝚃  𝙷𝙰𝚅𝙴  𝙷𝙸𝚂  𝙳𝚄𝚃𝚈 ,   𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗  𝚑𝚎  𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍  𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎  𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐  —  𝚑𝚎  𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍  𝚋𝚎  𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 .   𝚊𝚝  𝚝𝚑𝚎  𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚜  𝚘𝚏  𝚑𝚒𝚜  𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚘𝚗 ,  𝚘𝚏  𝚑𝚒𝚜  𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛  𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚏 ,  𝚕𝚞𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚜  𝚠𝚊𝚜  𝚊𝚝  𝚠𝚊𝚛  𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑  𝚑𝚒𝚖𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 .  𝚑𝚎  𝚑𝚊𝚍  𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚝  𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝  𝚘𝚏  𝚠𝚑𝚘  𝚑𝚎  𝚠𝚊𝚜 ,   𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑  𝚑𝚎  𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍  𝚗𝚘𝚝  𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚝  𝚑𝚒𝚜  𝚕𝚘𝚢𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚜  𝚊𝚗𝚍  𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚐𝚒𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚜 .  𝚑𝚎  𝚠𝚊𝚜  𝚝𝚛𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐  𝚝𝚘  𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍  𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐  𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎  𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐  𝚑𝚊𝚍  𝚕𝚎𝚏𝚝  𝚑𝚒𝚖 ,   𝚊𝚗𝚍  𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐  𝚑𝚒𝚜  𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛  —  𝚑𝚒𝚜  𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚎𝚗  —  𝚠𝚊𝚜  𝚊𝚕𝚕  𝚑𝚎  𝚗𝚘𝚠  𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍  𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔  𝚝𝚘  𝚍𝚘 .  𝚒𝚝  𝚠𝚊𝚜  𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝  𝚊𝚕𝚕  𝚖𝚎𝚗  𝚘𝚏  𝚝𝚑𝚎  𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚖  𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎  𝚋𝚘𝚛𝚗  𝚝𝚘  𝚍𝚘 .

       𝚍𝚎𝚎𝚙  𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚋  𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜  𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚍  𝚝𝚘  𝚖𝚎𝚎𝚝  𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛  𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚍  𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜 ,   𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐  𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐  𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎  𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗  𝚏𝚘𝚛  𝚑𝚒𝚜  𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛’𝚜  𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜  𝚝𝚘  𝚋𝚎  𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚎  —  𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝  𝚑𝚎  𝚑𝚊𝚍  𝚜𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚢  𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍  𝚝𝚘  𝚍𝚎𝚏𝚎𝚗𝚍  𝚑𝚒𝚖𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏  𝚊𝚗𝚍  𝚑𝚒𝚜  𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚘𝚗 ,  𝚋𝚞𝚝  𝚑𝚎  𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍  𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚎𝚕𝚢  𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕  𝚝𝚑𝚎  𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚜𝚎 .   𝚑𝚊𝚍  𝚑𝚎  𝚗𝚘𝚝  𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚍  𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝  𝚋𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎  𝚘𝚗  𝚍𝚛𝚒𝚏𝚝𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚔  𝚊𝚜  𝚊  𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚐  𝚋𝚘𝚢 ?  𝚒𝚝  𝚠𝚊𝚜  𝚗𝚘𝚝  𝚗𝚎𝚠 ,  𝚋𝚞𝚝  𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛  𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎  𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐  𝚞𝚙  𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑  𝚑𝚒𝚖 .

❛  if it please you, your grace.  ❜

       𝚑𝚒𝚜  𝚟𝚘𝚒𝚌𝚎  𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚎  𝚜𝚘𝚏𝚝𝚕𝚢 ,   𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛  𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚘𝚞𝚜 .   𝚝𝚑𝚎  𝚓𝚘𝚋𝚜  𝚜𝚑𝚎  𝚑𝚊𝚍  𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚍  𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎  𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝  𝚑𝚎  𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍  𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎  𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚎  𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚠𝚊𝚢 ,  𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝  𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚝 ,   𝚋𝚞𝚝  𝚑𝚎  𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚠  𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛  𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗  𝚝𝚘  𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚎  𝚑𝚒𝚜  𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 ,  𝚝𝚑𝚎  𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚎𝚗 .   𝚒𝚏  𝚜𝚑𝚎  𝚍𝚎𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚍  𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜  𝚊  𝚜𝚞𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎  𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎  𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗  𝚑𝚎  𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍  𝚗𝚘𝚝  𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚎  𝚒𝚝 .   𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚍 ,  𝚑𝚎  𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍  𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚟𝚎  𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝  𝚑𝚎  𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚎𝚍  𝚊  𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚛  𝚙𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 ,  𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐  𝚝𝚘  𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚕𝚢  𝚝𝚎𝚜𝚝  𝚑𝚒𝚖 .  𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐  𝚝𝚘  𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚌𝚑  𝚑𝚒𝚜  𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚐𝚢  𝚊𝚜  𝚒𝚏  𝚝𝚘  𝚎𝚡𝚌𝚞𝚜𝚎  𝚝𝚑𝚎  𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐  𝚎𝚡𝚑𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗  𝚑𝚎  𝚊𝚕𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢  𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚍 .

❛  i shall tend to your command, be it here or elsewhere.  ❜  𝚑𝚒𝚜  𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜  𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢  𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍  𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜 .   ❛  am i to start now, with your tomes, or are you in need of them all?  ❜

       𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎  𝚠𝚊𝚜  𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎  𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎 ,   𝚢𝚎𝚝  𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕  𝚑𝚎  𝚍𝚒𝚍  𝚗𝚘𝚝  𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕  𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚢  𝚜𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚜𝚏𝚒𝚎𝚍 .   𝚒𝚝  𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚍  𝚝𝚘𝚘  𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚢  𝚘𝚏  𝚊  𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚎 ,  𝚗𝚘𝚝  𝚊  𝚙𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 .   𝚢𝚎𝚝 ,   𝚗𝚘𝚠 ,   𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗  𝚝𝚑𝚎  𝚜𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚝  𝚘𝚏  𝚝𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚜  𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎  𝚏𝚊𝚛  𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎  𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚞𝚘𝚞𝚜  𝚏𝚘𝚛  𝚕𝚞𝚔𝚎  —  𝚑𝚎  𝚗𝚘  𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛  𝚑𝚊𝚍  𝚝𝚑𝚎  𝚖𝚘𝚋𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢  𝚊𝚗𝚍  𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚐𝚢  𝚑𝚎  𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎  𝚑𝚊𝚍 .  𝚜𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚢  𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐  𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖  𝚑𝚒𝚜  𝚋𝚎𝚍  𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚜  𝚝𝚘  𝚝𝚑𝚎  𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚎𝚗’𝚜  𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚍𝚒𝚎𝚜  𝚑𝚊𝚍  𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚍  𝚑𝚒𝚖  𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 ,   𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐  𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗  𝚗𝚘𝚠  𝚝𝚑𝚎  𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍  𝚝𝚘  𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝  —  𝚋𝚞𝚝  𝚑𝚎  𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍  𝚗𝚘𝚝  𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚝  𝚒𝚝 .   𝚊𝚗  𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚛𝚢  𝚖𝚊𝚗  𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍  𝚜𝚎𝚎  𝚗𝚘  𝚜𝚞𝚌𝚑  𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 ,   𝚜𝚘  𝚗𝚘𝚛  𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍  𝚑𝚎 .   𝚑𝚎  𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚠  𝚒𝚝  𝚝𝚘  𝚋𝚎  𝚑𝚒𝚜  𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎  𝚝𝚘  𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍  𝚊𝚗𝚍  𝚋𝚘𝚠  𝚊𝚝  𝚑𝚎𝚛  𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜 ,  𝚋𝚞𝚝  𝚑𝚎𝚛  𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚍 ,  𝚊𝚜  𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚎  𝚊𝚜  𝚒𝚝  𝚠𝚊𝚜 ,   𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕  𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚍  𝚑𝚒𝚖  𝚝𝚘  𝚝𝚑𝚎  𝚜𝚎𝚊𝚝 .   𝚑𝚎  𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍  𝚗𝚘𝚝  𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚠  𝚑𝚒𝚜  𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜 .

It wasn't deep, but the blade must have recently been sharpened, with how easily it had sliced through fabric and skin, and the salve had burned - they always did - but he was not known to make complaints of pain. He was meant to be the eldest brother, which meant he had to be the example, and sneaking off to swordplay in the middle of the night was sure to be a provided poor one, not to mention the scolding they were sure to receive.

       𝙿𝙰𝙽𝙸𝙲  𝚆𝙰𝚂  𝚀𝚄𝙸𝙲𝙺𝙻𝚈  𝙶𝙽𝙰𝚆𝙸𝙽𝙶  𝚊𝚝  𝚑𝚒𝚜  𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚜 ,   𝚏𝚎𝚊𝚛  𝚘𝚏  𝚑𝚒𝚜  𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛’𝚜  𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍  𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐  𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚔  𝚊𝚗𝚍  𝚏𝚎𝚊𝚛  𝚘𝚏  𝚑𝚘𝚠  𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛  𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛  𝚖𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝  𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚝 .   𝚕𝚞𝚔𝚎  𝚑𝚊𝚍  𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚎  𝚊𝚜  𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝  𝚊  𝚋𝚘𝚢  𝚑𝚒𝚜  𝚊𝚐𝚎  𝚖𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝  𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚕𝚎 ,  𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑  𝚜𝚞𝚌𝚑  𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚕𝚎𝚍𝚐𝚎  𝚊𝚗𝚍  𝚜𝚊𝚕𝚟𝚎𝚜 ,  𝚋𝚞𝚝  𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗  𝚝𝚑𝚎  𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝  𝚘𝚏  𝚔𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜  𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍  𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚕  𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖  𝚝𝚑𝚎  𝚜𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚝  𝚘𝚏  𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚜 .  𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚋  𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜  𝚕𝚘𝚌𝚔  𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢  𝚘𝚗  𝚓𝚊𝚌𝚎  𝚊𝚜  𝚑𝚎  𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚜  𝚑𝚒𝚜  𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚙𝚜 ;  𝚊  𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜  𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚛  𝚘𝚏  𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜  𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐  𝚊𝚗𝚍  𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐  𝚝𝚘  𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑  𝚑𝚒𝚖  𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍  𝚑𝚎  𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚕 .   𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎’𝚜  𝚊  𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑  𝚘𝚏  𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚏  𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗  𝚜𝚞𝚌𝚑  𝚊  𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚕  𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜  𝚗𝚘𝚝  𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎  𝚝𝚘  𝚋𝚎 .

❛  m-muña nyke drēje asēnus daor …  ziry asēnis? sparos arraks kisiktis?  ❜  —  𝚖 - 𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛  𝚠𝚘𝚗’𝚝  𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢  𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚕  𝚖𝚎 …  𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍  𝚜𝚑𝚎 ?  𝚠𝚑𝚘  𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍  𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚍  𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚊𝚡 ?

       𝚝𝚑𝚎  𝚐𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚜𝚖𝚎𝚗  𝚘𝚗  𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛  𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚜  𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎  𝚝𝚑𝚎  𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚝  𝚘𝚏  𝚑𝚒𝚜  𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚗 ,   𝚏𝚘𝚛  𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗  𝚕𝚞𝚔𝚎  𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚠  𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝  𝚒𝚝  𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍  𝚗𝚘𝚝  𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛  𝚑𝚘𝚠  𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛  𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛  𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍  𝚘𝚞𝚝  —  𝚏𝚘𝚛 ,   𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚢 ,   𝚜𝚑𝚎  𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍  𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚗  𝚘𝚏  𝚒𝚝  𝚜𝚘𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚛  𝚘𝚛  𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎 .   𝚝𝚑𝚎  𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛  𝚋𝚘𝚢’𝚜  𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜  𝚐𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚍  𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖  𝚓𝚊𝚌𝚎  𝚊𝚗𝚍  𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛  𝚑𝚒𝚜  𝚘𝚠𝚗  𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚛  𝚝𝚘  𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚌𝚔  𝚏𝚘𝚛  𝚊𝚗𝚢  𝚜𝚞𝚌𝚑  𝚐𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚜 ,   𝚋𝚞𝚝  𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚍  𝚒𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢  𝚊𝚝  𝚗𝚘  𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 . 

       𝚂𝙸𝚃𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙶  𝙸𝙽  𝙷𝙸𝚂  𝙼𝙾𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚁’𝚂  𝙻𝙰𝙿  𝚊𝚜  𝚜𝚑𝚎  𝚋𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚍  𝚑𝚒𝚜  𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚢  𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚛 ,   𝚑𝚒𝚜  𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎  𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚋  𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜  𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍  𝚗𝚘𝚝  𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙  𝚋𝚞𝚝  𝚝𝚘  𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗  𝚝𝚘  𝚑𝚒𝚜  𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛  𝚊𝚝  𝚑𝚒𝚜  𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢  𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎 .   𝚝𝚑𝚎  𝚏𝚞𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎  𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚍  𝚜𝚞𝚌𝚑  𝚊  𝚏𝚊𝚛  𝚊𝚗𝚍  𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝  𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 ;   𝚑𝚎  𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍  𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐  𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎  𝚏𝚘𝚛  𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚑  𝚑𝚎  𝚊𝚗𝚍  𝚑𝚒𝚜  𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚘𝚗  𝚝𝚘  𝚋𝚎  𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚗 ,   𝚝𝚘  𝚋𝚎  𝚏𝚕𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐  𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑  𝚝𝚑𝚎  𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚎𝚜  𝚗𝚘𝚝  𝚊𝚜  𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚘𝚗  𝚊𝚗𝚍  𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚛  𝚋𝚞𝚝  𝚊𝚜  𝚘𝚗𝚎  𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚕  𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚋𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚍 .

❛  why do the dragons like it here so much? will arrax grow to be as… as rōvēgrie as syrax, muña?  ❜  𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝.  ❛  will we fly together? will our dragons be friends, just as we are?  ❜ — @realmsdelite

       𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 ,  𝚊𝚝  𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜 ,   𝚝𝚑𝚎  𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐  𝚍𝚒𝚍  𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚎𝚗  𝚝𝚑𝚎  𝚋𝚘𝚢 ,  𝚑𝚎  𝚊𝚕𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢  𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚍  𝚊  𝚍𝚎𝚎𝚙  𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎  𝚊𝚗𝚍  𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝  𝚏𝚘𝚛  𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚊𝚡 ,  𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝  𝚊𝚜  𝚑𝚎  𝚍𝚒𝚍  𝚑𝚒𝚜  𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛  𝚊𝚗𝚍  𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚢 .   𝚑𝚎  𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍  𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚍  𝚑𝚒𝚜  𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢  𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝  𝚊𝚗𝚍  𝚍𝚊𝚢  𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎  𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚊𝚡 ,  𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎  𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝  𝚝𝚑𝚎  𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚘𝚗𝚔𝚎𝚎𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜  𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍  𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠  𝚒𝚝  —  𝚋𝚞𝚝  𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗  𝚝𝚑𝚎  𝚜𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚝  𝚘𝚏  𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚘𝚗𝚜  𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚎𝚍  𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛  𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝 ,  𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛  𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚎 .

his eyebrows furrow at the mention of mention, shudders as he considers the thought of having driftmark. to do so would mean lucerys was no longer present, was no longer alive to hold the title that he had been his for years. he may no remember laenor velaryon, but the title of heir to driftmark has been connected to his brother for so long imagining anything else is terrible by itself, and worse still when he tries putting himself in that place. “ you are not allowed to go. i would hate driftmark. ” he stresses. he is not even exaggerating, he thinks, driftmark is a fine enough place to visit for days at a time and then return to dragonstone, but he would grow to abhor it, were he to live there as a result of his brother's absence. he is not fit for lordship, and so lucerys is not allowed to go, he repeats in his mind. he cannot even name it what it is, not when his brother is laying across him so very much alive still. “ i am not meant for it. ”

       𝚃𝙷𝙴  𝙷𝚄𝚁𝚃𝚂  𝙾𝙵  𝙷𝙸𝚂  𝙱𝙾𝙳𝚈  𝚆𝙴𝚁𝙴  𝙽𝙾𝚃𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙶  𝚝𝚘  𝚝𝚑𝚎  𝚑𝚞𝚛𝚝𝚜  𝚘𝚏  𝚑𝚒𝚜  𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚕 .   𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝  𝚘𝚏  𝚑𝚒𝚖 ,   𝚝𝚑𝚎  𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚛  𝚊𝚗𝚍  𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚎𝚛  𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝  𝚘𝚏  𝚑𝚒𝚖 ,  𝚑𝚊𝚍  𝚍𝚒𝚎𝚍  𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝  𝚍𝚊𝚢  𝚒𝚗  𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚙𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚛  𝚋𝚊𝚢 .   𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎  𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝  𝚑𝚎  𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 ,  𝚕𝚞𝚔𝚎  𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍  𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚎  𝚑𝚒𝚜  𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎  𝚏𝚘𝚛  𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚊𝚡  𝚜𝚘  𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝  𝚑𝚒𝚜  𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚘𝚗  𝚖𝚊𝚢  𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚍  𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎  𝚝𝚘  𝚜𝚎𝚎  𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛  𝚍𝚊𝚢 .   𝚑𝚒𝚜  𝚐𝚞𝚒𝚕𝚝  𝚠𝚊𝚜  𝚜𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐  𝚑𝚒𝚖  𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝  𝚊𝚜  𝚝𝚑𝚎  𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚜  𝚑𝚊𝚍  𝚜𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚍  𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚊𝚡 .  𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛  𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛  𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚎𝚍  𝚑𝚒𝚜  𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚘𝚗  𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎  𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗  𝚑𝚒𝚖 ;   𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑  𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚊𝚡  𝚑𝚊𝚍  𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛  𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎  𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚗  𝚋𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 ,   𝚑𝚎  𝚠𝚊𝚜  𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕  𝚊  𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚘𝚗 .   𝚊𝚗𝚢  𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚘𝚗  𝚠𝚊𝚜  𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛  𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗  𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚎 ,   𝚊𝚗𝚍  𝚊𝚗𝚢  𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚘𝚗  𝚠𝚊𝚜  𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛  𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗  𝚊  𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚙𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚍  𝚋𝚘𝚢 .

       𝚕𝚞𝚔𝚎  𝚑𝚊𝚍  𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛  𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚍  𝚑𝚒𝚖𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏  𝚝𝚘  𝚋𝚎  𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚑𝚢  𝚘𝚏  𝚍𝚛𝚒𝚏𝚝𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚔 .  𝚑𝚎  𝚍𝚒𝚍  𝚗𝚘𝚝  𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚟𝚎  𝚑𝚒𝚖𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏  𝚝𝚘  𝚋𝚎  𝚏𝚒𝚝  𝚘𝚏  𝚜𝚞𝚌𝚑  𝚊  𝚝𝚒𝚝𝚕𝚎  𝚊𝚜  𝚕𝚘𝚛𝚍  𝚘𝚏  𝚝𝚑𝚎  𝚝𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚜 ,   𝚊𝚗𝚍  𝚢𝚎𝚝  𝚒𝚝  𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍  𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚕  𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚘  𝚑𝚒𝚖  𝚘𝚗𝚎  𝚍𝚊𝚢  𝚜𝚘𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚛  𝚘𝚛  𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎 .  𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛  𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛  𝚑𝚊𝚍  𝚜𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚗  𝚝𝚘  𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚎  𝚑𝚒𝚖  𝚏𝚘𝚛  𝚜𝚞𝚌𝚑  𝚊  𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎  𝚊𝚗𝚍  𝚛𝚘𝚕𝚎 ,  𝚢𝚎𝚝 ,   𝚗𝚘𝚠  𝚘𝚏  𝚊𝚕𝚕 ,   𝚑𝚎  𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚝  𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗  𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜  𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍 .   𝚑𝚎  𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚍  𝚜𝚞𝚌𝚑  𝚊  𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎  𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍  𝚗𝚘𝚝  𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎  𝚏𝚘𝚛  𝚊  𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝  𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚢  𝚖𝚘𝚘𝚗𝚜 .  𝚑𝚎  𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍  𝚗𝚘𝚝  𝚢𝚎𝚝  𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎  𝚑𝚒𝚜  𝚘𝚠𝚗  𝚋𝚎𝚍𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚜 ,  𝚗𝚘  𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜  𝚑𝚒𝚜  𝚋𝚎𝚍  𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝  𝚊𝚒𝚍 ,   𝚑𝚎  𝚏𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍  𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝  𝚖𝚊𝚢  𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎  𝚘𝚏  𝚍𝚛𝚒𝚏𝚝𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚔  𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎  𝚑𝚎  𝚝𝚘  𝚜𝚒𝚝  𝚞𝚙𝚘𝚗  𝚒𝚝𝚜  𝚍𝚛𝚒𝚏𝚝𝚠𝚘𝚘𝚍  𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚎  𝚒𝚗  𝚜𝚞𝚌𝚑  𝚊  𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 .   𝚝𝚑𝚎  𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝  𝚘𝚏  𝚒𝚝  𝚊𝚕𝚕  𝚑𝚊𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍  𝚑𝚒𝚖 ,   𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑  𝚑𝚒𝚜  𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚗  𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚘𝚗  𝚑𝚊𝚍  𝚑𝚊𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍  𝚑𝚒𝚖  𝚝𝚑𝚎  𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 .

❛  to ask of me? i am a cripple, there is no asking about it.  ❜

       𝚝𝚑𝚎  𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚘𝚗  𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚎  𝚠𝚊𝚜  𝚜𝚕𝚘𝚠  𝚝𝚘  𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗  𝚝𝚘  𝚑𝚒𝚖 ,  𝚑𝚎’𝚍  𝚑𝚊𝚍  𝚊𝚕𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝  𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢  𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗  𝚒𝚝  𝚒𝚗  𝚑𝚒𝚜  𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚍  𝚍𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗  𝚝𝚘  𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚟𝚎  𝚑𝚒𝚜  𝚙𝚞𝚛𝚎  𝚟𝚊𝚕𝚢𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚗  𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 .   𝚢𝚎𝚝  𝚊𝚜  𝚑𝚎  𝚗𝚘𝚠  𝚠𝚊𝚜  𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 ,   𝚝𝚑𝚎  𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚗  𝚘𝚏  𝚑𝚒𝚐𝚑  𝚟𝚊𝚕𝚢𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚗  𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚗𝚐  𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎  𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚖  𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑  𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑  𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚎 .  𝚒𝚝  𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚝  𝚊𝚗  𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚞𝚕𝚝  𝚝𝚘  𝚑𝚒𝚜  𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚘𝚗 ,  𝚝𝚘  𝚋𝚎  𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐  𝚒𝚝𝚜  𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚊𝚐𝚎  𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗  𝚑𝚎  𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍  𝚗𝚘𝚝  𝚜𝚊𝚟𝚎  𝚒𝚝 .   𝚕𝚞𝚔𝚎’𝚜  𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜  𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚍  𝚝𝚘  𝚑𝚒𝚜  𝚕𝚎𝚐 ,  𝚝𝚑𝚎  𝚖𝚊𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛  𝚑𝚊𝚍  𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎  𝚊𝚗𝚍  𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚝  𝚝𝚑𝚎  𝚋𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜 ;   𝚊  𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕  𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚝  𝚊𝚝  𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐  𝚊𝚗𝚢  𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢  𝚝𝚘  𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚔 .  𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎  𝚠𝚊𝚜  𝚋𝚞𝚝  𝚘𝚗𝚎  𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛  𝚘𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗  𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 ,  𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑  𝚕𝚞𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚜  𝚑𝚊𝚍  𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝  𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚍  𝚊𝚗𝚍  𝚑𝚒𝚜  𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛  𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍  𝚏𝚘𝚛  𝚗𝚘  𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎  𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚗  𝚒𝚗  𝚑𝚎𝚛  𝚋𝚘𝚢 .  𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎  𝚑𝚎  𝚝𝚘  𝚔𝚎𝚎𝚙  𝚑𝚒𝚜  𝚕𝚎𝚐  𝚘𝚛  𝚗𝚘𝚝 ,   𝚑𝚎  𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍  𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎  𝚒𝚗  𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚗  𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 .  𝚑𝚒𝚜  𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜  𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗  𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚍  𝚝𝚘  𝚓𝚘𝚏𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚢 .

❛  you have maintained your studies, and trained in arms? mother will need you now, you and …  ❜  𝚝𝚢𝚛𝚊𝚡𝚎𝚜 .  𝚝𝚑𝚎  𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎  𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚜  𝚒𝚗  𝚑𝚒𝚜  𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚊𝚝 .   ❛  do not allow yourself to slip in your lessons. i will beat you with mine own cane, if i learn of your slacking.  ❜

       𝚑𝚎  𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍  𝚗𝚘𝚝  𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎  𝚑𝚒𝚜  𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛  𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 ,  𝚝𝚘𝚘 ,  𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚔  𝚑𝚒𝚜  𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚘𝚗 .   𝚒𝚝  𝚠𝚊𝚜  𝚊𝚗  𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎  𝚑𝚞𝚛𝚝 ,  𝚘𝚗𝚎  𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑  𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍  𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛  𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚕𝚢  𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚕 .   𝚕𝚞𝚔𝚎  𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚎𝚍  𝚑𝚒𝚜  𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚙𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚍  𝚕𝚎𝚐  𝚊𝚜  𝚑𝚎  𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚔𝚎 ,  𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐  𝚑𝚒𝚖𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏  𝚝𝚘  𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕  𝚝𝚑𝚎  𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚗  𝚘𝚏  𝚒𝚝  𝚊𝚗𝚍  𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚎  𝚑𝚒𝚜  𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜  𝚘𝚏  𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚊𝚡 .  𝚑𝚎  𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚠  𝚑𝚎  𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚝  𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚗  𝚝𝚘  𝚐𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚟𝚎  𝚊𝚗𝚍  𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚎  𝚘𝚗 ,  𝚋𝚞𝚝  𝚑𝚎  𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍  𝚗𝚘𝚝  𝚍𝚘  𝚜𝚘  𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗  𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝  𝚘𝚏  𝚑𝚒𝚖  —  𝚝𝚑𝚎  𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛  𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚏  —  𝚠𝚊𝚜  𝚐𝚘𝚗𝚎 .   𝚑𝚎  𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚍  𝚒𝚗  𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚙𝚕𝚢 ,  𝚝𝚛𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐  𝚝𝚘  𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍  𝚑𝚒𝚖𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏  𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎  𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎  𝚊𝚜  𝚑𝚎  𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍  𝚏𝚘𝚛  𝚑𝚒𝚜  𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚎  𝚊𝚗𝚍  𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗  𝚝𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍  𝚓𝚘𝚏𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚢’𝚜  𝚕𝚎𝚐  𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑  𝚒𝚝 .

it's a slow approach, cautious — not at all like his bumbling little nephew, and far more considerate than aemond had ever expected. he finds it galling. nothing more than an act of pity, rather than genuine thoughtfulness, surely. he's ready to dismiss whatever it is that luke has brought him, send the brat scurrying with with a sneer ( as ineffectual as that might have been, given that he's still sniffling quietly ), but it gives him pause when luke sets the tome beside him. a moment of hesitation, before he reaches for it, pulls it into his lap. there is anger, for a moment — what, has luke come to mock him for the mess he had made, to show him the evidence of his fumbling spilled upon the pages here?

but aemond finds his anger fading in the face of what he actually discovers when he opens the bloody book.

meticulous notes, copied out in a careful, steady hand, over what must have been all the hours it has been since they parted ways in the library. aemond runs his fingertip over the lines of script, the ink just barely dry in some places, and, in a truly mortifying turn of events, feels tears beginning to well in his eye once more. they don't fall, this time, though it is a near thing, and aemond keep his head lowered, so he might conceal his expression from luke, sure that his nephew would misinterpret his grimace. one of pain, of discomfort, not disdain.

' ...kirimvose, luke. '

       𝙸𝚃  𝚆𝙰𝚂  𝙽𝙾𝚃  𝚃𝙷𝙰𝚃  𝙷𝙴  𝚆𝙰𝚂  𝙴𝚅𝙸𝙻  𝚗𝚘𝚛  𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝  𝚊  𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜  𝚑𝚊𝚍  𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚗  𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚝  𝚒𝚗  𝚕𝚞𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚜 .  𝚑𝚎  𝚠𝚊𝚜  𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚐  𝚊𝚗𝚍  𝚏𝚘𝚘𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚑 ,  𝚊𝚗𝚍  𝚑𝚊𝚍  𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗  𝚕𝚎𝚏𝚝  𝚞𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚍 .   𝚝𝚑𝚎  𝚏𝚊𝚞𝚕𝚝  𝚠𝚊𝚜  𝚑𝚒𝚜  𝚘𝚠𝚗 ,  𝚑𝚎  𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍  𝚗𝚘𝚠  𝚋𝚎  𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎  𝚝𝚘  𝚊𝚍𝚖𝚒𝚝  𝚝𝚘  𝚒𝚝 ,   𝚋𝚞𝚝  𝚝𝚑𝚎  𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚖𝚎  𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 ,  𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚕𝚢 ,   𝚝𝚘  𝚕𝚒𝚎  𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑  𝚝𝚑𝚎  𝚖𝚎𝚗  𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚗  𝚠𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎  𝚜𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜  𝚊𝚗𝚍  𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚎𝚕𝚍𝚜  𝚑𝚊𝚍  𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗  𝚜𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚗  𝚝𝚘  𝚑𝚒𝚖  𝚊𝚗𝚍  𝚑𝚒𝚜  𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚢  —  𝚑𝚒𝚜  𝚠𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚎  𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚢 ,   𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚕𝚞𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐  𝚊𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚍 .   𝚑𝚒𝚜  𝚐𝚞𝚒𝚕𝚝  𝚠𝚊𝚜  𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐  𝚊𝚝  𝚑𝚒𝚖 ,   𝚊𝚜  𝚑𝚎  𝚗𝚘𝚠  𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚍  𝚒𝚝  𝚝𝚘 .

❛  skoros kōz gaomin iksis, bona sir gīmin.  ❜  —  𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝  𝚒  𝚍𝚒𝚍  𝚠𝚊𝚜  𝚠𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚐 ,  𝚒  𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠  𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝  𝚗𝚘𝚠 .

       𝚑𝚒𝚜  𝚟𝚘𝚒𝚌𝚎  𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚎  𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚎𝚝𝚕𝚢  𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 ,  𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜  𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛  𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎  𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐  𝚝𝚑𝚎  𝚝𝚘𝚖𝚎  𝚏𝚘𝚛  𝚝𝚑𝚎  𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜  𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚝  𝚝𝚘  𝚋𝚎  𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗  𝚒𝚗  𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 .   𝚑𝚒𝚜  𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛  𝚑𝚊𝚍  𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍  𝚑𝚒𝚖  𝚝𝚘  𝚊𝚝  𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚝  𝚝𝚛𝚢  𝚖𝚎𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐  𝚊𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚍  𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚏𝚠𝚊𝚢 ,   𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑  𝚑𝚎  𝚠𝚊𝚜  𝚗𝚘𝚝  𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎  𝚑𝚘𝚠  𝚏𝚊𝚛  𝚑𝚒𝚜  𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚏  𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍  𝚋𝚎 .   𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜  𝚠𝚊𝚜  𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢  𝚊  𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝  𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚙 ,  𝚋𝚞𝚝  𝚊𝚕𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢  𝚕𝚞𝚔𝚎  𝚠𝚊𝚜  𝚝𝚛𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐  𝚝𝚘  𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔  𝚘𝚏  𝚑𝚘𝚠  𝚎𝚕𝚜𝚎  𝚝𝚘  𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙  𝚑𝚒𝚖  —  𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝  𝚛𝚎𝚍𝚞𝚌𝚒𝚗𝚐  𝚑𝚒𝚜  𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚕𝚎 ,  𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝  𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐  𝚊𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚍  𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕  𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 .

❛  drēje nuha kōz koston daor, skoros gōntas gaomagon koston daor, yn …  ❜  —  𝚒  𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚘𝚝  𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝  𝚖𝚢  𝚠𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚜,  𝚒  𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚘𝚝  𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚘  𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝  𝚑𝚊𝚜  𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗  𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚎,  𝚋𝚞𝚝  …  —  ❛  i hope …  this is of solace, at least. i will leave you to your rest, to your peace.  ❜

       𝚕𝚞𝚔𝚎  𝚑𝚊𝚍  𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍  𝚝𝚘  𝚜𝚊𝚢  𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐  𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 ,  𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐  𝚜𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚛 .  𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐  𝚑𝚒𝚜  𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛  𝚖𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝  𝚜𝚊𝚢  𝚝𝚘  𝚑𝚒𝚖 .  𝚢𝚎𝚝  𝚊𝚕𝚕  𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜  𝚑𝚊𝚍  𝚕𝚎𝚏𝚝  𝚑𝚒𝚜  𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚎 ,  𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚍  𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐  𝚘𝚞𝚝  𝚊  𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍  𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑  𝚊𝚗𝚍  𝚋𝚘𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐 .   𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑  𝚝𝚑𝚎  𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚗  𝚑𝚊𝚍  𝚊  𝚑𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚑𝚢 ,   𝚕𝚞𝚔𝚎  𝚑𝚊𝚍  𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚐𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚍 ,   𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗  𝚒𝚏  𝚊𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚍’𝚜  𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔  𝚠𝚊𝚜  𝚝𝚘  𝚑𝚒𝚖 ,   𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝  𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝  𝚠𝚊𝚜  𝚍𝚞𝚎 .   𝚊  𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 ,   𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚍𝚞𝚎  𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝 .

― from eledrar

her efforts at hiding it have been effective, she thinks. meetings with the maester done when he had matters to attend to as lord of the tides, disclosing her aches and pains only to the closest of her ladies and maids, acting no different than before she was with child whenever he was around... her husband appeared to be none the wiser. rhaena doesn't like lying to him but she would rather not have him fret over her — he worried over other things enough, and that was all anyone around her was wont to do for the past five and a half moons. she didn't want to be more of a burden, but she knew it was only a matter of time before she wouldn't be able to hide feeling weak more often than she'd like to admit.

the maester puts her on bed rest eventually, and that's when rhaena decides to tell him. the shame makes her feel nauseous; she hated keeping him in the dark for so long even though she repeatedly told herself it was for his own good. because she believed it would pass. now it seemed like it would pass only once their child came into the world or if the sickness took the child in her belly. or took her.

she can only imagine how pale she must look when the doors open for him, but she does her best not to fold into herself. she would have to lay in her bed in more than one sense of the phrase. "i'm sorry you had to leave the the hall of nine. i know you were meant to meet with some of the lords today."

tragedy  after  tragedy  had  found  her  ever  since  the  death  of  her  father .          the  usurpation ,   the  loss  of  the  daughter  she  so  desired ,   the  loss  of  her  son .          still ,   the  gods  were  kind  enough  to  bring  said  son  back  to  her  after  she  had  restlessly  looked  for  him ,   unable  to  accept  nor  believe  he  was  gone .          the  queen  could  still  feel  him  as  if  he  was  part  of  her .          as  he  appeared  at  the  gates  of  the  castle ,   dragged  along  by  her  guards ,   looking  as  if …          a  different  person ,   a  stark  contrast  to  the  boy  she  had  raised ,   it  felt  as  if  her  heart  would  have  burst  out  of  her  chest .          the  relief ,   the  happiness  she  had  felt .          then  the  agony  of  seeing  him  in  pain ,   the  sorrow  in  his  eyes ,   the  grief  he  was  feeling  due  to  the  loss  of  his  dragon .          a  pain  he  shared  with  her  own  dragon .          the  golden  beauty  who  had  laid  that  egg  that  was  placed  in  his  crib  after  he  had  been  born.

if  she  wanted  to  see  him ,   he  was  always  in  his  chambers ,   locked  inside ,   refusing  to  step  outside  for  he  could  not  handle  the  way  everyone  would  look  at  him ,   try  to  help  him  as  if  he  was  useless .          he  was  not ,   rhaenyra  knew  that .          crippled  or  not ,   dragon  or  not ,   that  was  her  son ,   her  sweetest  boy  who  had  sworn  to  protect  her  when  he  was  nothing  but  a  small  princeling .          he  was  strong ,   she  kept  reminding  the  maester ,   in  which  the  man  had  agreed  without  hesitation .          he  was .          he  would  go  back  to  himself ,   soon  enough .          he  needed  time .          something  rhaenyra  would  not  take  from  him .          the  loss  of  a  dragon ,   for  a  rider ,   felt  as  if  something  had  been  ripped  off  from  them .          a  phantom  limb. 

she  nearly  does  not  hear  the  knock  on  the  door ,   taking  a  few  seconds  to  allow  the  person  from  the  other  side  to  come  inside ,   hands  still  flipping  pages  from  yet  another  one  of  those  old ,   dusty ,   history  tomes .          perhaps  they  would  give  her  an  answer ,   give  her  the  advice  she  sought  for  during  these  times  of  needless  yet  unavoidable  war .          only  did  her  eyes  lift  from  those  pages  when  she  heard  the  familiar  noise  of  that  cane  hitting  the  stone  floors .          it  was  somewhat  unusual  to  see  him  out   &&   about ,   however  the  sight  brought  her  a  sense  of  relief .          progress ,   she  thought .          the  corner  of  her  lips  tug  up  in  a  soft  smile ,   tenderness  reflected  in  violet  orbs  as  she  watches  him   &&   with  a  shake  of  her  head ,   she  gives  him  her  response .          ❛ ⠀ no  apology  is  needed .          you  are  alive ,   that  is  what  matters . ⠀ ❜          

       𝚂𝚃𝙰𝙽𝙳𝙸𝙽𝙶  𝙱𝙴𝙵𝙾𝚁𝙴  𝚁𝙷𝙰𝙴𝙽𝚈𝚁𝙰 ,  𝚑𝚒𝚜  𝚍𝚞𝚝𝚢  𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍  𝚗𝚘𝚝  𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠  𝚑𝚒𝚖  𝚝𝚘  𝚜𝚎𝚎  𝚑𝚎𝚛  𝚊𝚜  𝚑𝚒𝚜  𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛  𝚒𝚗  𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜  𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 .  𝚑𝚎  𝚠𝚊𝚜  𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐  𝚊𝚜  𝚊  𝚜𝚞𝚋𝚓𝚎𝚌𝚝 ,  𝚊𝚜  𝚊𝚗𝚢  𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛  𝚖𝚊𝚗  𝚖𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 .  𝚑𝚎  𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚝  𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜  𝚊  𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚊𝚛𝚢𝚎𝚗  𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎  𝚊𝚗𝚍  𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛  𝚝𝚘  𝚍𝚛𝚒𝚏𝚝𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚔  𝚗𝚘𝚠  𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎  𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗  𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 ,  𝚏𝚘𝚛  𝚑𝚎  𝚑𝚊𝚍  𝚗𝚎𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛  𝚊  𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚘𝚗  𝚗𝚘𝚛  𝚝𝚑𝚎  𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢  𝚝𝚘  𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚍  𝚊𝚗𝚍  𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚕 .  𝚑𝚎  𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍  𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚎𝚕𝚢  𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚔  𝚘𝚗  𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜 ;  𝚑𝚎  𝚏𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍  𝚝𝚑𝚎  𝚍𝚊𝚢  𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗  𝚍𝚞𝚝𝚢  𝚠𝚊𝚜  𝚝𝚘  𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕  𝚑𝚒𝚖  𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢  𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖  𝚝𝚑𝚎  𝚒𝚜𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚍  𝚔𝚎𝚎𝚙  𝚘𝚏  𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎 ,   𝚊𝚗𝚍  𝚝𝚘  𝚑𝚒𝚜  𝚗𝚎𝚠  𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎  —  𝚝𝚘  𝚍𝚛𝚒𝚏𝚝𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚔 .

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       𝚝𝚑𝚎  𝚖𝚊𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛  𝚑𝚊𝚍  𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚍  𝚕𝚞𝚔𝚎  𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝  𝚑𝚎  𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍  𝚗𝚘𝚝  𝚋𝚘𝚊𝚛𝚍  𝚊  𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚙  𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚕  𝚑𝚎  𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚝  𝚝𝚑𝚎  𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎  𝚝𝚘  𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚕𝚢  𝚋𝚎  𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢 ;  𝚕𝚞𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚜  𝚍𝚒𝚍  𝚗𝚘𝚝  𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔  𝚑𝚎  𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍  𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛  𝚋𝚎  𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢 .  𝚑𝚎  𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍  𝚝𝚘  𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚝  𝚒𝚗  𝚖𝚊𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛  𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚢𝚜 ,  𝚋𝚞𝚝  𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗  𝚗𝚘𝚠  𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗  𝚑𝚎  𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕  𝚜𝚊𝚠  𝚝𝚑𝚎  𝚖𝚊𝚗 ,  𝚊𝚕𝚕  𝚑𝚎  𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍  𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔  𝚘𝚏  𝚠𝚊𝚜  𝚝𝚑𝚎  𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚐𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚍  𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐  𝚑𝚒𝚖  𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗  𝚊𝚜  𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚔  𝚘𝚏  𝚝𝚑𝚎  𝚙𝚘𝚙𝚙𝚢  𝚠𝚊𝚜  𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚌𝚎𝚍  𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘  𝚑𝚒𝚜  𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚢 .  𝚑𝚎  𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍  𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕  𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛  𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚜  𝚘𝚏  𝚒𝚝  𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕  𝚋𝚎  𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛  𝚜𝚘𝚘𝚗  𝚊𝚜  𝚑𝚎  𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚝  𝚝𝚑𝚎  𝚛𝚎 – 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐  𝚘𝚏  𝚑𝚒𝚜  𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚙𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚍  𝚕𝚎𝚐 .  𝚝𝚑𝚎  𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚗  𝚘𝚏  𝚒𝚝  𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕  𝚑𝚊𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍  𝚑𝚒𝚖 .

❛  i disobeyed a direct order, your grace.  ❜

       𝚑𝚎  𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍  𝚗𝚘𝚝  𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚝  𝚑𝚒𝚖𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏  𝚝𝚘  𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕  𝚑𝚎𝚛  𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛  𝚊𝚜  𝚑𝚎  𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚝  𝚑𝚒𝚜  𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜  𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗  𝚊𝚝  𝚑𝚎𝚛  𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔 .  𝚝𝚑𝚎  𝚕𝚞𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚜  𝚜𝚑𝚎  𝚑𝚊𝚍  𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎  𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚗  𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍  𝚝𝚘  𝚜𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚍  𝚑𝚎𝚛  𝚏𝚘𝚛  𝚑𝚘𝚠  𝚝𝚑𝚎  𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚞𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚙𝚝𝚜  𝚊𝚝  𝚑𝚎𝚛  𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚔  𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎  𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐  𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 ,   𝚏𝚘𝚛  𝚑𝚎  𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚠  𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎  𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎  𝚊𝚜  𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝  𝚊𝚜  𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛  𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚎 ,  𝚋𝚞𝚝  𝚒𝚝  𝚠𝚊𝚜  𝚗𝚘𝚝  𝚑𝚒𝚜  𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎 .  𝚜𝚑𝚎  𝚠𝚊𝚜  𝚝𝚑𝚎  𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚎𝚗 ;   𝚑𝚎  𝚠𝚊𝚜  𝚑𝚎𝚛  𝚜𝚞𝚋𝚓𝚎𝚌𝚝 .   𝚑𝚎  𝚍𝚒𝚍  𝚊𝚜  𝚜𝚑𝚎  𝚋𝚊𝚍𝚎  𝚊𝚗𝚍  𝚜𝚊𝚝  𝚒𝚗  𝚝𝚑𝚎  𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚛 ,   𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚏𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐  𝚑𝚒𝚜  𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝  𝚊𝚜  𝚝𝚘  𝚗𝚘𝚝  𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎  𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢 .

❛  you would not be so lenient on a common man, nor should you so ever be lenient on me.  ❜

       𝚝𝚑𝚎  𝚙𝚞𝚛𝚙𝚕𝚎 – 𝚖𝚊𝚞𝚟𝚎  𝚑𝚞𝚎𝚜  𝚘𝚏  𝚑𝚎𝚛  𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜  𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚝  𝚝𝚘  𝚋𝚞𝚛𝚗  𝚑𝚒𝚖 ;  𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚜  𝚗𝚘𝚠  𝚑𝚎  𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍  𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍  𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚐  𝚊𝚎𝚐𝚘𝚗  𝚊  𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎  𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎  𝚗𝚘𝚠 .  𝚑𝚎  𝚠𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍  𝚒𝚏  𝚊𝚎𝚐𝚘𝚗  𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍  𝚑𝚒𝚖 ,   𝚊𝚗𝚍  𝚟𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚜  𝚊𝚜  𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕 .  𝚕𝚞𝚔𝚎  𝚑𝚊𝚍  𝚗𝚘𝚝  𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚍  𝚑𝚒𝚜  𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚜𝚝  𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜  𝚝𝚘  𝚜𝚎𝚎  𝚑𝚒𝚖  𝚍𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐  𝚝𝚑𝚎  𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚜𝚝  𝚘𝚏  𝚑𝚒𝚜  𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 ;  𝚒𝚝  𝚠𝚊𝚜  𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢  𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗  𝚓𝚊𝚌𝚎  𝚒𝚗𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚎𝚍  𝚑𝚒𝚖  𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝  𝚊𝚎𝚐𝚘𝚗  𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚗  𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐  𝚑𝚎  𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍  𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖  𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝  𝚕𝚞𝚔𝚎  𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚗  𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐  𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖  𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎  𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 .   𝚝𝚑𝚎  𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎  𝚊𝚗𝚍  𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚐  𝚑𝚎  𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍  𝚏𝚘𝚛  𝚑𝚒𝚜  𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜  𝚠𝚊𝚜  𝚜𝚘  𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎  𝚒𝚝  𝚗𝚎𝚊𝚛  𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚍  𝚑𝚒𝚖 ;  𝚑𝚎  𝚍𝚒𝚍  𝚗𝚘𝚝  𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝  𝚝𝚑𝚎  𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎  𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜  𝚝𝚘  𝚜𝚎𝚎  𝚑𝚘𝚠  𝚑𝚞𝚛𝚝  𝚊𝚗𝚍  𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚗  𝚑𝚎  𝚑𝚊𝚍  𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 .

❛  i accept the consequences, and will make amends as you see fit.  ❜

       𝚒𝚝  𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍  𝚊𝚝  𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚝  𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚝  𝚑𝚒𝚖  𝚊  𝚝𝚊𝚜𝚔  𝚑𝚎  𝚍𝚒𝚍  𝚗𝚘𝚝  𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎  𝚝𝚘  𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔  𝚘𝚏  𝚑𝚒𝚖𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 ;  𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎  𝚝𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚜  𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎  𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 ,  𝚊𝚗𝚍  𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜  𝚝𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚜  𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢  𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍  𝚕𝚞𝚔𝚎 .  𝚑𝚒𝚜  𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍  𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍  𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛 ,   𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜  𝚒𝚜  𝚊𝚕𝚕  𝚢𝚘𝚞  𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕  𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛  𝚋𝚎  𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍  𝚏𝚘𝚛 .  𝚑𝚎  𝚑𝚊𝚍  𝚊𝚕𝚜𝚘  𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎  𝚝𝚘  𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚎  𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝  𝚊𝚗𝚢  𝚝𝚊𝚜𝚔  𝚝𝚑𝚎  𝚖𝚊𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛  𝚑𝚊𝚍  𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚗  𝚑𝚒𝚖  𝚠𝚊𝚜  𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢  𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 ;  𝚝𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚜  𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍  𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢  𝚝𝚘  𝚘𝚋𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚎  𝚑𝚒𝚖  𝚊𝚗𝚍  𝚑𝚒𝚜  𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜 .  𝚒𝚝  𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎  𝚑𝚒𝚖  𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕  𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎  𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎  𝚟𝚒𝚕𝚎  𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 ,  𝚌𝚊𝚗  𝚑𝚎  𝚍𝚘  𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 ?  𝚌𝚊𝚗  𝚑𝚎  𝚍𝚘  𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 ?  𝚝𝚑𝚎  𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚜  𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢  𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍  𝚊𝚜  𝚑𝚎  𝚙𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍  𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝  𝚒𝚗  𝚝𝚑𝚎  𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚍  𝚘𝚏  𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝  𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎  𝚏𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚛  𝚙𝚛𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐  𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜  𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍  𝚕𝚊𝚢  𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚖 .

Found this painting on Pinterest, and it is so Lucerys and Arrax coded! The two of them falling into the sea begging to stay alive… my pretty boys

       𝚁𝙴𝙶𝚁𝙴𝚃  𝚆𝙰𝚂  𝚀𝚄𝙸𝙲𝙺  𝚃𝙾  𝙿𝙾𝙾𝙻  𝚒𝚗  𝚕𝚞𝚔𝚎’𝚜  𝚐𝚞𝚝 ,  𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑  𝚒𝚝  𝚠𝚊𝚜  𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛  𝚊  𝚗𝚎𝚠  𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 .  𝚝𝚑𝚎  𝚋𝚞𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚏𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚜  𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑  𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚍  𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎  𝚑𝚒𝚖  𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛  𝚠𝚎𝚗𝚝  𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢 ,  𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢  𝚘𝚌𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢  𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚍  𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗  𝚋𝚞𝚝  𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛  𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚕𝚢  𝚕𝚎𝚏𝚝 .  𝚊𝚝  𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐  𝚑𝚒𝚜  𝚎𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚛  𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛  𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚗 ,   𝚑𝚎  𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍  𝚗𝚘𝚝  𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙  𝚋𝚞𝚝  𝚝𝚘  𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕  𝚐𝚞𝚒𝚕𝚝  𝚏𝚘𝚛  𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚋𝚒𝚗𝚐  𝚑𝚒𝚖 .  𝚑𝚎  𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚠  𝚓𝚊𝚌𝚎  𝚜𝚕𝚎𝚙𝚝  𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝  𝚊𝚜  𝚙𝚘𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚢  𝚊𝚗𝚍  𝚊𝚜  𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎  𝚊𝚜  𝚑𝚎  𝚍𝚒𝚍 ,   𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚜  𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗  𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚘  𝚗𝚘𝚠  𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝  𝚑𝚎  𝚠𝚊𝚜  𝚝𝚑𝚎  𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛  𝚝𝚘  𝚝𝚑𝚎  𝚒𝚛𝚘𝚗  𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚎 ,  𝚋𝚞𝚝  𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗  𝚒𝚗  𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜  𝚐𝚞𝚒𝚕𝚝  𝚕𝚞𝚔𝚎  𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕  𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚎𝚍  𝚑𝚒𝚜  𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚛  𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 .

❛  n – nyke usōven.  ❜  —  𝚒 – 𝚒’𝚖  𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢 .

       𝚑𝚎  𝚋𝚕𝚞𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚍  𝚘𝚞𝚝 ,  𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜  𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐  𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢  𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖  𝚓𝚊𝚌𝚎 .   𝚑𝚎  𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚍  𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐  𝚑𝚒𝚖  𝚏𝚘𝚛  𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝  𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚝  𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎  𝚊𝚗  𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚢 ,  𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐  𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛  𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎  𝚝𝚘𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛  𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍  𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝  𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝  𝚊  𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎  𝚋𝚒𝚝  𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛  𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎  𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐  𝚠𝚊𝚜  𝚝𝚘  𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎 ,  𝚋𝚞𝚝  𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚕𝚢  𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢  𝚊  𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚙𝚕𝚎  𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜  𝚑𝚊𝚍  𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 .  𝚑𝚎  𝚑𝚊𝚍  𝚜𝚘  𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚢  𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜  𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍  𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎  𝚑𝚒𝚖 ,  𝚜𝚘  𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚢  𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜  𝚊𝚗𝚍  𝚊𝚗𝚡𝚒𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚜 ,  𝚋𝚞𝚝  𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢  𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍  𝚗𝚘𝚝  𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚜  𝚑𝚒𝚜  𝚕𝚒𝚙𝚜 . 𝚊  𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚗  𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚕𝚎𝚍  𝚑𝚒𝚜  𝚕𝚒𝚙𝚜  𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚜  𝚊𝚜  𝚑𝚎  𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚍  𝚊𝚗𝚍  𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚍  𝚝𝚘  𝚜𝚒𝚝  𝚘𝚗  𝚝𝚑𝚎  𝚋𝚎𝚍 .

❛  n – nyke... nyke ūbremon daor, jagon jaelon daor. ūja ñuhus botes gīmin, jace, yn…  ❜  —  𝚒 – 𝚒’𝚖 …  𝚒’𝚖  𝚗𝚘𝚝  𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢,  𝚒  𝚍𝚘𝚗’𝚝  𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝  𝚝𝚘  𝚐𝚘.  𝚒  𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠  𝚒𝚝’𝚜  𝚖𝚢  𝚍𝚞𝚝𝚢,  𝚓𝚊𝚌𝚎,  𝚋𝚞𝚝…

       𝚒’𝚖  𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍 .   𝚝𝚑𝚎  𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜  𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗’𝚝  𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 .  𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢  𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝  𝚒𝚗  𝚑𝚒𝚜  𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚊𝚝  𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎  𝚊  𝚟𝚒𝚌𝚎 ,   𝚜𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚎𝚣𝚒𝚗𝚐  𝚝𝚑𝚎  𝚊𝚒𝚛  𝚘𝚞𝚝  𝚘𝚏  𝚑𝚒𝚖 .  𝚑𝚒𝚜  𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚜  𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍  𝚊𝚝  𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎  𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚜𝚎  𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐  𝚘𝚗  𝚑𝚒𝚜  𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐  𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚛𝚎 ,   𝚞𝚗𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎  𝚝𝚘  𝚗𝚘𝚠  𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔  𝚓𝚊𝚌𝚎  𝚒𝚗  𝚝𝚑𝚎  𝚎𝚢𝚎 .  𝚝𝚑𝚎  𝚟𝚒𝚌𝚎  𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚠 ,  𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚊𝚙𝚜𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐  𝚑𝚒𝚜  𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚝 .  𝚒𝚝  𝚠𝚊𝚜  𝚌𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 ,  𝚑𝚒𝚜  𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝  𝚙𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐  𝚊𝚕𝚕  𝚝𝚑𝚎  𝚏𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛 . 

❛  tolvie ñuhi tembyrī maghagon koston daor. jenti se ēlī menti ȳdrassin se mirre yne ijiōrza maghagon kostan ivestris, yn grozilli issi…  ❜  —  𝚒  𝚌𝚊𝚗’𝚝  𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗  𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎  𝚊𝚕𝚕  𝚖𝚢  𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚜.  𝚒  𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚔𝚎  𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑  𝚝𝚑𝚎  𝚌𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗  𝚊𝚗𝚍  𝚝𝚑𝚎  𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝  𝚘𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚎𝚛  𝚊𝚗𝚍  𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢  𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍  𝚒  𝚌𝚊𝚗  𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎  𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛  𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎𝚜  𝚖𝚎,  𝚋𝚞𝚝  𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎  𝚊𝚛𝚎  𝚕𝚒𝚖𝚒𝚝𝚜…

       𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚜  𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗’𝚝  𝚝𝚑𝚎  𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢  𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐  𝚘𝚗  𝚑𝚒𝚜  𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍 ,  𝚊𝚗𝚍  𝚑𝚎  𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚠  𝚓𝚊𝚌𝚎  𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍  𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠  𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛  𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗  𝚝𝚘  𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚟𝚎  𝚒𝚝  𝚠𝚊𝚜  𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢  𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 .   𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎  𝚠𝚊𝚜  𝚊  𝚜𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝  𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛  𝚒𝚗  𝚑𝚒𝚜  𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍  𝚊𝚜  𝚑𝚎  𝚙𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚍  𝚏𝚘𝚛  𝚊  𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 ,  𝚝𝚛𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐  𝚝𝚘  𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚌𝚎  𝚝𝚑𝚎  𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜  𝚘𝚞𝚝 .  𝚑𝚒𝚜  𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚎𝚔𝚜  𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚍  𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐  𝚊  𝚍𝚎𝚎𝚙𝚎𝚛  𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚍𝚎  𝚘𝚏  𝚛𝚎𝚍 .

❛  skoros lo mittys hen nykēla sēten? hen īlve lentrot?  ❜  —  𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝  𝚒𝚏  𝚒  𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎  𝚊  𝚏𝚘𝚘𝚕  𝚘𝚏  𝚖𝚢𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏?  𝚘𝚏  𝚘𝚞𝚛  𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚎?

       𝚑𝚎  𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍  𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛  𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎  𝚒𝚝  𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 ,   𝚊𝚕𝚕  𝚝𝚑𝚎  𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝  𝚊𝚗𝚍  𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚖𝚎 :  𝚒𝚝  𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍  𝚋𝚎  𝚝𝚑𝚎  𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚕  𝚘𝚏  𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚎  𝚟𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚢𝚘𝚗 .