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➡ 𝐀 𝐄 𝐒 𝐏 𝐀

• 𝒚𝒐𝒐 𝒋𝒊𝒎𝒊𝒏 | 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 ‣  𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐨𝐤, 𝐲/𝐧 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝, 𝐲𝐨𝐨 𝐣𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐧, 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐥.

• 𝒌𝒊𝒎 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒋𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒈 | 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒆𝒙𝒄𝒆𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 ‣  𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐨𝐧 𝐩𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐣𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐟𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐬, 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐞𝐱𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐭 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲.

➡ 𝐀   𝐊  𝐍 𝐈 𝐆 𝐇 𝐓   𝐎 𝐅   𝐓 𝐇 𝐄   𝐒 𝐄 𝐕 𝐄 𝐍   𝐊 𝐈 𝐍 𝐆 𝐃 𝐎 𝐌 𝐒

• 𝒂𝒌𝒐𝒕𝒔𝒌 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒂𝒔 𝒅𝒊𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔 𝒑𝒕. 1, 2 ‣ 𝐚𝐤𝐨𝐭𝐬𝐤 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒂𝒔 𝒅𝒊𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔.

➡ 𝐁 𝐋 𝐀 𝐂 𝐊 𝐏 𝐈 𝐍 𝐊

• 𝒋𝒆𝒏𝒏𝒊𝒆 𝒌𝒊𝒎 | 𝒂𝒈𝒐𝒏𝒚 ‣ 𝐚𝐧 𝐮𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬.

• 𝒋𝒆𝒏𝒏𝒊𝒆 𝒌𝒊𝒎 | 𝒖𝒏𝒓𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒑𝒕. 1, 2, 3 ‣ 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐳𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐬.

• 𝒋𝒆𝒏𝒏𝒊𝒆 𝒌𝒊𝒎 | 𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒚 ‣ 𝐢𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐞, 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲.

• 𝒋𝒆𝒏𝒏𝒊𝒆 𝒌𝒊𝒎 | 𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒌 𝒇𝒍𝒂𝒗𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒄𝒆-𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎 ‣ 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐬 𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐛𝐞𝐝 𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐤 𝐟𝐥𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞.

• 𝒋𝒆𝒏𝒏𝒊𝒆 𝒌𝒊𝒎 | 𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒑𝒂𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒖𝒔 ‣ 𝐣𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐛𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐬. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬?

• 𝒋𝒆𝒏𝒏𝒊𝒆 𝒌𝒊𝒎 | 𝒒𝒖𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒆 ‣  𝒒𝒖𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒍𝒇 𝒂𝒔 𝒃𝒂𝒅 𝒆𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒄𝒌 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒋𝒆𝒏𝒏𝒊𝒆.  

• 𝙟𝙚𝙣𝙣𝙞𝙚 𝙠𝙞𝙢 | 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚'𝙨 𝙢𝙮 𝙜𝙤𝙤𝙙𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙠𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙚? ‣  𝒎𝒐𝒗𝒊𝒆 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒔 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒄𝒖𝒕𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅.  

➡ 𝐅 𝐑 𝐎 𝐌 𝐈 𝐒 _ 𝟗

• 𝒃𝒂𝒆𝒌 𝒋𝒊𝒉𝒆𝒐𝒏 | 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒃 ‣ 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐛 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐣𝐢𝐡𝐞𝐨𝐧.

➡ 𝐇 𝐎 𝐔 𝐒 𝐄  𝐎 𝐅  𝐓 𝐇 𝐄  𝐃 𝐑 𝐀 𝐆 𝐎 𝐍

• 𝒔𝒑𝒐𝒐𝒍 𝒐𝒇 𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒏, 𝒔𝒑𝒐𝒐𝒍 𝒐𝒇 𝒃𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒌 | 𝒓𝒉𝒂𝒆𝒏𝒚𝒓𝒂 𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒈𝒂𝒓𝒚𝒆𝒏 ‣  𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐧𝐲𝐫𝐚 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚 𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩, 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞. 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐮𝐭𝐲 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐚𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦.

• 𝒕𝒘𝒐 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅𝒔 | 𝒓𝒉𝒂𝒆𝒏𝒚𝒓𝒂 𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒈𝒂𝒓𝒚𝒆𝒏 𝒑𝒕. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10 ‣ 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗲𝗲𝘁𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗳𝗹𝗲𝗮 𝗯𝗼𝘁𝘁𝗼𝗺 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗵𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝗸𝗲𝗲𝗽, 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗹𝗶𝗳𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗴𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝗻 𝘀𝘂𝗿𝘃𝗶𝘃𝗮𝗹 𝘂𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗹 𝗽𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝗿𝗵𝗮𝗲𝗻𝘆𝗿𝗮 𝘁𝗮𝗿𝗴𝗮𝗿𝘆𝗲𝗻 𝗺𝗲𝗲𝘁𝘀 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗯𝗲𝗴𝗶𝗻𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗲. • 𝒉𝒐𝒕𝒅 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒂𝒔 𝒅𝒊𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔 𝒑𝒕. 1, 2 ‣ 𝗵𝗼𝘁𝗱 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗮𝘀 𝗱𝗶𝗳𝗳𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗱 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗿𝗼𝗽𝗲𝘀.

• 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒚 𝒊𝒏𝒋𝒖𝒓𝒚 | 𝒓𝒉𝒂𝒆𝒏𝒚𝒓𝒂 𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒈𝒂𝒓𝒚𝒆𝒏 ‣ 𝗱𝗲𝘀𝗽𝗶𝘁𝗲 𝗿𝗵𝗮𝗲𝗻𝘆𝗿𝗮'𝘀 𝗳𝗶𝗿𝗺 𝗿𝗲𝗳𝘂𝘀𝗮𝗹, 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗷𝗼𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘁𝗼𝘂𝗿𝗻𝗲𝘆 𝗮𝗻𝘆𝘄𝗮𝘆. 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗻𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗹𝘆 𝘄𝗼𝗻 𝘂𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗹 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗱𝗼𝗻'𝘁. 𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗺𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗳𝗮𝗰𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗶𝗻𝗷𝘂𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗮 𝗳𝘂𝗿𝗶𝗼𝘂𝘀 𝗱𝗿𝗮𝗴𝗼𝗻 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗰𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝘄𝗶𝗳𝗲.

• 𝒉𝒐𝒕𝒅 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒉𝒖𝒓𝒕 𝒅𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒓 𝒑𝒕. 1, 2 ‣ 𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭 𝐝𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐫.

➡ 𝐈 𝐓 𝐙 𝐘

• 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒏 𝒓𝒚𝒖𝒋𝒊𝒏 | 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒍 𝒇𝒂𝒊𝒓 ‣ 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐬𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝.

•  𝒉𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒆𝒋𝒊 | 𝒃𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔 ‣  𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞.

➡ 𝐈 𝐕 𝐄

• 𝒂𝒉𝒏 𝒚𝒖𝒋𝒊𝒏 | 𝒔𝒆𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒕 𝒂𝒅𝒎𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒓 ‣ 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐮𝐧𝐣𝐢𝐧'𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐝𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐫.

• 𝒋𝒂𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒐𝒏𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒈 | 𝒗𝒊𝒔𝒊𝒕𝒐𝒓 ‣  𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒗𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒆𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒅 𝒂 𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒖𝒏𝒆𝒙𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒗𝒊𝒔𝒊𝒕𝒐𝒓.

• 𝒋𝒂𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒐𝒏𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒈 | 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅𝒔 𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒚 ‣  𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒐𝒘𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒂 𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒗𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒋𝒆𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒎𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒂 𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒅𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒓 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒈𝒏𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒂𝒈 𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔. 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒊𝒇 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒂 𝒃𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒐𝒇 𝒂𝒏 𝒆𝒚𝒆. 𝒏𝒐 𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒚 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒖𝒚 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒆𝒍𝒕 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖.

➡ 𝐋 𝐄  𝐒 𝐒 𝐄 𝐑 𝐀 𝐅 𝐈 𝐌

• 𝒉𝒖𝒉 𝒚𝒖𝒏𝒋𝒊𝒏 | 𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒖𝒎𝒏 𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 ‣  𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐦𝐧 𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐛𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐭𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐝𝐨 𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐦𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝. 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐩𝐮𝐦𝐩𝐤𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧.

• 𝒈𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒏 𝒅𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒍𝒆 𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒇𝒊𝒎 ‣  𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐦.

• 𝒌𝒊𝒎 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒆𝒘𝒐𝒏 | 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒍 ‣  𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐬. 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐠𝐨 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭.

• 𝒉𝒖𝒉 𝒚𝒖𝒏𝒋𝒊𝒏 | 𝒘𝒆𝒃𝒃𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒔 ‣  𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐤𝐢𝐝𝐧𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐳𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮.

➡ 𝐋 𝐎 𝐎 𝐍 𝐀

• 𝒋𝒆𝒐𝒏 𝒉𝒆𝒆𝒋𝒊𝒏 | 𝒓𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒆 ‣ 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐇𝐞𝐞𝐣𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧'𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭.

• 𝒌𝒊𝒎 𝒋𝒖𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒖𝒏 | 𝒏𝒆𝒘 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍 ‣ 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐧.

• 𝒉𝒂 𝒔𝒐𝒐𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒈 | 𝒅𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒄𝒍𝒖𝒃 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒑𝒕. 1, 2 ‣ 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐦𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥'𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐛 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨 𝐞𝐱𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧.

• 𝒌𝒊𝒎 𝒋𝒊𝒘𝒐𝒐 | 𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔 ‣ 𝐣𝐢𝐰𝐨𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐝𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐲𝐨𝐮.

• 𝒋𝒖𝒏𝒈 𝒋𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒍 | 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒈𝒆𝒕 ‣ 𝐣𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐨 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐛𝐚𝐝𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐧𝐣𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐝?

• 𝒋𝒆𝒐𝒏 𝒉𝒆𝒆𝒋𝒊𝒏 + 𝒌𝒊𝒎 𝒉𝒚𝒖𝒏𝒋𝒊𝒏 | 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔 ‣ 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐬. 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐤? 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬.

• 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒏𝒂 𝒂𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒇𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍𝒔 | 1/3, 𝑶𝑬𝑪 + 𝒚𝒆𝒐𝒋𝒊𝒏, 𝒚𝒚𝒙𝒚 ‣ 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐚 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐬.

• 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒏𝒂 𝒄𝒓𝒖𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖 | 1/3, 𝑶𝑬𝑪 + 𝒚𝒆𝒐𝒋𝒊𝒏, 𝒚𝒚𝒙𝒚 ‣ 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐚 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮.

• 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒆𝒘𝒐𝒏 | 𝒔𝒊𝒄𝒌 ‣ 𝐚 𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐤.

• 𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒉𝒚𝒆𝒋𝒐𝒐 | 𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒕𝒉 𝒐𝒓 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒆 ‣ 𝐚 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐞, 𝐮𝐧𝐯𝐞𝐢𝐥𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬.

• 𝒋𝒐 𝒉𝒂𝒔𝒆𝒖𝒍 | 𝒂 𝒇𝒍𝒊𝒓𝒕 ‣ 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐚 𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐫𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐇𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐮𝐥 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐡.

• 𝒊𝒎 𝒚𝒆𝒐𝒋𝒊𝒏 | 𝒔𝒖𝒑𝒑𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒇𝒂𝒏𝒔 ‣ 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐜.

• 𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒊 𝒚𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒎 | 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒅𝒖𝒄𝒆 𝒙 101 ‣ 𝐲𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐦 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐣𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐚 𝐭𝐯 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐦.

• 𝒘𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒈𝒂𝒉𝒆𝒊 | 𝒄𝒓𝒖𝒔𝒉 ‣ 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐩 𝐚 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡 𝐨𝐧 𝐚 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐢𝐝𝐨𝐥.

• 𝒌𝒊𝒎 𝒋𝒊𝒘𝒐𝒐 | 𝒖𝒏𝒖𝒔𝒖𝒂𝒍 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 ‣ 𝐚𝐧 𝐮𝐧𝐮𝐬𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐚 𝐬𝐡𝐲 𝐇𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐥𝐞𝐩𝐮𝐟𝐟 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐫 𝐒𝐥𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧.

• 𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒉𝒚𝒆𝒋𝒐𝒐 | 𝒈𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒄𝒍𝒖𝒃 ‣ 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐛 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐣𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐲, 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲.

• 𝒋𝒆𝒐𝒏 𝒉𝒆𝒆𝒋𝒊𝒏 | 𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒅 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆 ‣ 𝐚 𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐫.

• 𝒋𝒆𝒐𝒏 𝒉𝒆𝒆𝒋𝒊𝒏 | 𝒄𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒎 ‣ 𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐣𝐢𝐧 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐲 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞.

➡ 𝐊 𝐎 𝐑 𝐄 𝐀 𝐍  𝐀 𝐂 𝐓 𝐑 𝐄 𝐒 𝐒

• 𝙡𝙚𝙚 𝙟𝙞𝙚𝙪𝙣 | 𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙚𝙤𝙧 𝙜𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙚𝙣 ‣ 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐣𝐢𝐞𝐮𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐬𝐬 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐧 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫.

• 𝒌𝒊𝒎 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒋𝒖 | 𝒄𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒖𝒔 𝒄𝒓𝒖𝒔𝒉 𝒑𝒕. 1, 2, 3 ‣ 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐮𝐬 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐮𝐬 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡.

• 𝒋𝒖𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒐𝒚𝒆𝒐𝒏 | 𝒊𝒏 𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒊𝒂𝒍 ‣ 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐨𝐲𝐞𝐨𝐧 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 "𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬?"

• 𝒋𝒖𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒐𝒚𝒆𝒐𝒏 | 𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 ‣ 𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐟𝐮𝐧 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞.

• 𝒋𝒖𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒐𝒚𝒆𝒐𝒏 | 𝒕𝒆𝒎𝒑𝒐𝒓𝒂𝒓𝒚 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒑𝒕. 1, 2, 3, 4 ‣ 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐨𝐲𝐞𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲.

• 𝒋𝒖𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒐𝒚𝒆𝒐𝒏 | 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍 𝒊𝒏 𝒓𝒆𝒅 ‣ 𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐝𝐦𝐢𝐭, 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐢𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐝.

• 𝒋𝒖𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒐𝒚𝒆𝒐𝒏 | 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒕 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒑𝒕. 1, 2, 3, 4 ‣ 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐮𝐧 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐮𝐩.

• 𝒋𝒖𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒐𝒚𝒆𝒐𝒏 | 𝒓𝒆𝒅𝒂𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒚 ‣ 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠.

• 𝒋𝒖𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒐𝒚𝒆𝒐𝒏 | 𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒚𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒔 𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒑𝒕. 1, 2 ‣ 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝'𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐮𝐩.

• 𝒋𝒖𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒐𝒚𝒆𝒐𝒏 | 𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 ‣ 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐲𝐞.

• 𝒋𝒖𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒐𝒚𝒆𝒐𝒏 | 𝒐𝒏𝒆’𝒔 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒆𝒅 ‣ 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐧𝐞'𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐝. 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫.

• 𝒋𝒖𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒐𝒚𝒆𝒐𝒏 | 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒊𝒅𝒐𝒍 & 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔 ‣ 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐲 𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐞, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫.

• 𝒋𝒖𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒐𝒚𝒆𝒐𝒏 | 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖 ‣ 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥.

• 𝒋𝒖𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒐𝒚𝒆𝒐𝒏 | 𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒌-𝒖𝒑 ‣ 𝐨𝐡 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐡𝐨𝐲𝐞𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐫𝐮𝐦𝐨𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭.

• 𝒋𝒖𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒐𝒚𝒆𝒐𝒏 | 𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒍 𝒕𝒚𝒑𝒆 ‣ 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐇𝐨𝐲𝐞𝐨𝐧.

• 𝒋𝒖𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒐𝒚𝒆𝒐𝒏 𝒂𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒘𝒊𝒇𝒆 ‣ 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐞.

➡ 𝐊 𝐎 𝐑 𝐄 𝐀 𝐍  𝐃 𝐑 𝐀 𝐌 𝐀

• 𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒊 𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒓𝒂 | 𝒔𝒆𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒕 𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑𝒔 ‣ 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐫𝐬.

• 𝒋𝒂𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒐𝒐𝒋𝒊𝒏 | 𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒐𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒚 𝒉𝒐𝒕 𝒓𝒐𝒐𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒆 ‣ 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐳𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐡𝐨𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬.

• 𝒍𝒆𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒔𝒂𝒏 | 𝒐𝒑𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕 ‣ 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐬𝐨 𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭.

• 𝒍𝒆𝒆 𝒔𝒖𝒉𝒚𝒆𝒐𝒌 | 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓 ‣ 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐬𝐞.

• 𝒍𝒆𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒔𝒂𝒏 | 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒑𝒊𝒅 𝒅𝒓𝒂𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒅𝒐𝒐𝒅𝒍𝒆𝒔 ‣ 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮.

• 𝒍𝒆𝒆 𝒏𝒂𝒚𝒆𝒐𝒏 | 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 ‣ 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐛𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐋𝐞𝐞 𝐍𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐬𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐞.

• 𝒏𝒂𝒎 𝒐𝒏𝒋𝒐 | 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒑𝒕. 1, 2 ,3 ‣ 𝐚 𝐭𝐲𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐰.

• 𝒚𝒐𝒐𝒏 𝒈𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒎 | 𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒄𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒚 ‣ 𝐚 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐲.

• 𝒍𝒆𝒆 𝒔𝒖𝒉𝒚𝒆𝒐𝒌 | 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒔 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒑𝒕. 1, 2, 3 ‣ 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐠𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐦'𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐛𝐞 𝐚 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐟𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐮𝐡𝐲𝐞𝐨𝐤?

• 𝒐𝒉 𝒋𝒐𝒐𝒏𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒈 | 𝒓𝒆𝒖𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 ‣ 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐢𝐬.

• 𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒊 𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒓𝒂 | 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒑𝒕. 1, 2 ‣ 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐢 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐫𝐚 𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐨 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐮𝐩 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮.

• 𝒂𝒐𝒖𝒂𝒅 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒂𝒔 𝒅𝒊𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔 𝒑𝒕. 1, 2, 3 ‣  𝒂𝒐𝒖𝒂𝒅 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒂𝒔 𝒅𝒊𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔

• 𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒊 𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒓𝒂 𝒂𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅 ‣ 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭.

• 𝒏𝒂𝒎 𝒐𝒏𝒋𝒐 𝒂𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅 ‣ 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬.

• 𝒔𝒖𝒉𝒚𝒆𝒐𝒌 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖’𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒐𝒅 ‣ 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝!𝐡𝐮𝐡𝐲𝐞𝐨𝐤 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐡.

• 𝒌𝒊𝒎 𝒋𝒖𝒏𝒉𝒆𝒆 | 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒑𝒕. 1, 2, 3, 4 ‣  𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝. 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐝𝐢𝐝.

➡ 𝐍 𝐄 𝐖 𝐉 𝐄 𝐀 𝐍 𝐒

• 𝒌𝒊𝒎 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒋𝒊 | 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒑𝒕. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 ‣ 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐭 𝐚 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐫𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐬: 𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐮𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐤 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩, 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐞.

• 𝒑𝒉𝒂𝒎 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒊 | 𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒕𝒂𝒍 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 ‣  𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐢 𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐩𝐥𝐞. 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐛𝐞.

• 𝒑𝒉𝒂𝒎 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒊 | 𝒊𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 ‣  𝐲/𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐚 𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐞. 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐮𝐩 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐮𝐚𝐭𝐞, 𝐲/𝐧 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐢𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭. 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐦? 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐢 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐯𝐨𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲/𝐧'𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐞. 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐲/𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐢 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦 𝐚 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐨𝐫 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞?

• 𝒌𝒊𝒎 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒋𝒊 | 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒘𝒆 𝒅𝒐 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 ‣  𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐝 𝐠𝐨𝐥𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐮𝐩 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐠𝐨𝐥𝐟 𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐩 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲.

• 𝒑𝒉𝒂𝒎 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒊 | 𝒓𝒐𝒚𝒂𝒍𝒕𝒚 & 𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7 ‣  𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐢 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝, 𝐣𝐞𝐨𝐧 𝐲/𝐧. 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐩𝐥𝐞'𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞, 𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐛𝐞 𝐜𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐦?

➡ 𝐑 𝐄 𝐃  𝐕 𝐄 𝐋 𝐕 𝐄 𝐓

• 𝒃𝒂𝒆 𝒋𝒐𝒐𝒉𝒚𝒖𝒏 | 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒂 𝒅𝒐𝒖𝒃𝒕 ‣ 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮.

• 𝒌𝒊𝒎 𝒚𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒎 | 𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒂𝒍 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒆 ‣ 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞.

➡ 𝐒 𝐀 𝐃 𝐈 𝐄  𝐒 𝐈 𝐍 𝐊

• 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒆𝒘 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒖𝒑 𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒔𝒕 | 𝒔𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒆 𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒌 ‣ 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞-𝐮𝐩 𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐒𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬.

• 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒅 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅 | 𝒔𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒆 𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒌 ‣ 𝐬𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐧𝐞𝐫, 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐚 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐥?

➡ 𝐒 𝐓 𝐑 𝐀 𝐍 𝐆 𝐄 𝐑  𝐓 𝐇 𝐈 𝐍 𝐆 𝐒

• 𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒕 𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔 | 𝒎𝒂𝒙 𝒎𝒂𝒚𝒇𝒊𝒆𝒍𝒅 ‣ 𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐚 𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚.

➡ 𝐓 𝐖 𝐈 𝐂 𝐄

• 𝒔𝒂𝒏𝒂 | 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒘𝒃𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒚 ‣  𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒄𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒃𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅'𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒑𝒔 𝒕𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒇𝒂𝒗𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒇𝒍𝒂𝒗𝒐𝒓.

• 𝒅𝒂𝒉𝒚𝒖𝒏 | 𝒔𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 ‣  𝒎𝒐𝒗𝒊𝒆 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅.

➡ 𝐖 𝐄 𝐃 𝐍 𝐄 𝐒 𝐃 𝐀 𝐘

•  𝒎𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒚 | 𝒘𝒆𝒅𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝒂𝒅𝒅𝒂𝒎𝒔 ‣  𝒘𝒆𝒅𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝒈𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒂𝒗𝒆'𝒏 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒚𝒍𝒆𝒓, 𝒅𝒊𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚/𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒆𝒖𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒄𝒆𝒔𝒔.  

still, she remained where she was seated, even when she something inside her was telling her that she should stop waiting. yet she and her father waited and waited until the candles had burned low, its wax already pooling at their bases and the silence stretching thinner with every passing moment. there were no footsteps, no whisper of movement beyond the door, no announcement of your arrival.

deciding that she has sat still for a long while and that you weren't coming at all, she rose from her seat and returned to her chambers without another word nor glance to her father. once she had returned, the door shut behind her with a soft click. only then did her composure faltered. there was a flicker of something unreadable crossing her face.

for a moment, she simply stood there as though the weight of that realization that you weren't really gonna show up at all had rooted her in place. the silence in her chambers pressed in around her, heavier than the hall she had just left. and then she heard a faint knock. the princess of dragonstone stilled, it was so soft she might have imagined it. like some trick of a mind unwilling to let go of what it had been waiting for.

she almost dismissed it entirely. until she heard another knock. her gaze shifted toward the hidden door of the secret passages she had once shown you. her feet carried her forward before she could think twice, her fingers pressed against the hidden catch before pushing it open. and there you were, half-shadowed by the dim light of the passage, breath just slightly uneven, as though you had come in haste.

for a moment, she only stared at you, eyes searching your face as if to make sure you were truly there. then, all at once, rhaenyra let out a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding. "you came.", she whispered, relief flooded her voice. before you could utter a word, she moved and closed the distant in an instant. she threw her arms around you, the force of it enough nearly made you stumble. "you really came.", she repeated against you, her voice softer and warmer.

you hesitated but you gently returned the embrace, as though you feared overstepping some invisible line. when she finally drew back, she simply looked at you, searching your face, as though trying to understand what had changed because something had. carefully, you reached for her hand and this time, there was no hesitation as your fingers intertwined with hers. rhaenyra stilled, not in rejection but in surprise at your bold move.

you offered her a small, reassuring smile before speaking, "let's meet the king, shall we?", you suggested, your voice steady and certain.

her gaze dropped briefly to your joined hands, as if grounding herself in. then slowly, she looked back up at you, her fingers tightened ever so slightly around yours. she wasn't gonna pull away, she wasn't even considering the idea of it. "as you wish.", she replied to you before you moved toward the door together.

the king was finishing the last of his goblet of wine before he retreats back to his chambers to call it a night when the doors opened. the sound alone was enough to give him pause and there rhaenyra entered but she was no alone. you stood beside her and the first thing that caught the king's attention was not your face nor your clothing but your hands that were intertwined with his daughter's.

and in that single glance, he understood. so this was the one, the one she had spoken of. king viserys set his goblet aside and rose from his seat, a faint curiosity settling into his expression though not unkind. "father, i'd like you to meet someone.", rhaenyra stepped forward slightly but she did not released you hand as she spoke.

the king inclined his head, stepping closer. rhaenyra's grip tightening on your hand ever so slightly, as if grounding both herself and you in what came next. the king observed you quietly, there was no immediate judgment in his expression, only measured silence. without hesitation, you lowered your head respectfully and humbly, careful not to overstep.

"raise your head.", he said gently. not as a command but as something closer to permission. "to bow is proper but i would like to see the face of the one my daughter chooses to stand beside.", he added.

you slowly raised your head, doing as you were told. there was no mistaking that you were tensed, judging by ow you carefully held yourself or the way your shoulders remained just a fraction too rigid or how your breath just slightly too measured. rhaenyra noticed quickly, her thumb brushed faintly against your hand, a quiet reassurance.

this does not go unnoticed by king viserys either and instead of pressing it, he decided to ease it. "i hope you haven't had supper yet. i would prefer discussing this over supper.", he says. and though he did not elaborate, he did not need to, he was referring to you and rhaenyra.

the supper was simple but the weight of it was not. the king took his seat at the head of the table, motioning for the two of you to sit across from him. the servants moved quietly, placing dishes before you, though the king barely seemed to notice the food itself as his attention remained on you, measured and curious.

rhaenyra sat beside you, close enough that your arms brushed, her presence steady, reassuring in a way that kept your nerves from overtaking you entirely. for a time, the conversation was light but it did not remain so. "tell me, where is it you came from?", the king began, lifting his cup though his eyes never left you.

it was a simple question yet you straightened slightly, "i am not from westeros, your grace. i originally came from yi ti.", you replied, respectfully.

there was a flicker of interest in his expression at that, setting down his goblet, "yi ti, a long way from here.", he mumbled.

you inclined your head, "yes, your grace.", you told him.

he studied you for a moment longer, as if placing that answer somewhere within his understanding of you. "and how did you and rhaenyra meet?", he asked you, raising an eyebrow.

"i was previously part of the city watch.", you stated.

"and you were a trusted friend of my uncle.", rhaenyra added casually, poking her food.

the king's gaze shifted briefly between the two of you at that, thoughtful but he did not press on daemon further. instead, he leaned back slightly in his seat, letting the information settle. but the questions did not stop there. you tried to answer the king's questions as best as you could possibly could, measured and honest. about your service, your intentions in king’s landing, what you thought of court, of duty, of what you hoped for in the days ahead.

and the king listened, truly listened. he did not interrupt you often, only occasionally nodding as you spoke, as though weighing each response not just for its content but for the intent behind it. rhaenyra remained beside you throughout, quieter now, only occasionally adding something small. a detail here, a correction there, or simply a glance that steadied you when you needed it.

the supper continued in this rhythm, questions then answers. then there came silences that were not uncomfortable but thoughtful. and through it all, king viserys watched carefully as if slowly assembling a picture of you not from rumor or assumption but from your own voice.

by the time the conversation began to ease, the air in the room had shifted. as though something unspoken had been acknowledged, even if not yet named. and then, at last, the king seemed to come to a decision. the silence that followed the final question lingered longer than the others. less like uncertainty now, and more like contemplation settling into place.

the king leaned back slightly in his seat, fingers resting loosely against the table as his gaze moved between you and his heir. there was no sharpness in it anymore, only understanding. king viserys' eyes softened further, "i have nothing against with you being of common birth. not if this is where her heart has chosen to turn.", he started.

it was the truth, something in his expression softened not just as a king. but as a man remembering of different time yet a similar act of love. the two of you almost reminded him of him and aemma back in the days. and that alone solidified his decision that he will not stand in the way of you love. however, there certain things that should be considered.

the king exhaled slowly, the warmth in his gaze tempered now by the weight of the realm. after a final pause and almost hesitation, he spoke again. "but you must understand this, the realm would not approve.", he said more carefully.

the words were simple, obvious, even. but they carried the full weight of reality. a truth neither of you could ignore, no matter what had just been acknowledged between them. the words settled heavily in the space between the two of you. you noticed her expression tightened not in surprise but in frustration that she refused to show openly. her hand, however, had found yours again beneath the table, gripping a little firmer this time.

"nobles all across the realm had vied for your hand, rhaenyra. they will not rest if a common-born is wedded to you. i fear this will divide the realm.", he informed the both of you. his gaze sharpened slightly, not at you in anger, but at the world he had spent his life trying to hold together. "they will question the both of you and me, about how i would allow such things. they will not accept you together.", he added, looking between you and his daughter.

her father's words lingered, heavy but not unfamiliar before she spoke without a second thought, "then, i ask you to name aegon as your heir."

the king raised an eyebrow while you turned to her, caught off guard at her sudden decision. but she remained composed beside you, her gaze fixed on her father instead. "are you certain?", he asked rhaenyra.

the princess nodded, "i have never been this certain in my whole life until now, father.", she answered him, tightening her grip on your hand.

king viserys held her gaze for a long moment, contemplating and thinking about all the possible outcomes of this decision of hers. before he let out a sigh in surrender before saying, "if that is what you wish."

he lifted his gaze to her, studying her carefully for a moment before speaking. "yes and i assume you have a good reason on why you returned sooner than the expected date.", he told her, his brows knitting.

she held her father's gaze for a moment before speaking, "i have seen enough, i found myself bored rather quickly.", she replied to him.

the king exhaled softly, a hint of amusement flickering across his features despite himself since he had already expected this. "bored.", he repeated as if the word alone explained far more than it should.

yet rhaenyra's expression did not change. a brief silence followed before she spoke calmer now and more certain. she straightened her back and raised her chin, "i have already made my decision.", she says.

her sudden news gave him pause, his hand stilled over the rings he had been turning, his attention sharpening at once. "so soon? you have not yet seen half the realm, rhaenyra.", he answered his daughter.

rhaenyra shook her head, her answer came without hesitation. "i did not need to.", she stated, firmly.

king viserys leaned back slightly, surprise giving way to curiosity. there was no defiance in her voice, there was no uncertainty. he spoke slowly, watching his daughter as he questioned her, "and this choice of yours, are you certain of it?"

she met his gaze without faltering, "i am.", she confirmed.

a small, thoughtful hum escaped him, a small beginning to form as relief settled into his expression. he leaned back on his seat, relieved more than ever, that she had finally come to a decision of her own. "then i would very much like to meet the one who has captured your interest so quickly.", he mumbled to her.

rhaenyra inclined her head slightly, "i will arrange it at once.", she says.

that very same night, you heard a knock at your door, it was soft and familiar. you stilled where you sat, your breath catching before you could stop it. you had gone days without hearing it, there were nights filled with nothing but silence, with no sign of her and absolutely no reason to expect her. it couldn't be, you tried to convince yourself.

you tightened your jaw as you forced yourself to look away, shaking your head. you were just imagining it again. then came the knock once more, it felt a lot more real than the first one. you slowly turned toward the door, your steps hesitant as you crossed the small space of your loft. your hand hovered over the handle before you pulled the door open and there stood the princess of dragonstone before you.

for a moment, you simply stared in shock as though your mind refused to accept what your eyes already knew. "princess.", you managed to say at last, your voice quieter than you intended.

rhaenyra said nothing at first, she only looked at you steadily, as if trying to find something in your expression. you stepped aside quickly, inviting her inside. suddenly aware of how long you had kept her standing there. you closed the door closed behind her with a soft click as she entered and just like that, the space that had felt so empty for days was no longer so. yet the silence that followed was different from before, it was heavier and unfamiliar. you find it quite impossible that you could grow apart a bit only in a matter of days.

you cleared your throat, shifting slightly where you stood. "i thought you would still be in the stormlands, princess.", you mumbled.

"i was.", she replied to you in which you nodded, though the answer did little to ease the tension settling between you.

you frowned slightly, "did something happen?", you asked her.

there was a beat of silence passed before she brushed past you to look out the window before speaking again. "i came to tell you something.", she started, crossing her arms over her chest, looking away.

your chest tightened, already knew what was coming. your gaze dropped briefly, your fingers curling slightly at your side as you braced yourself for what was to come. you forced yourself to swallow thickly, "you've chosen a spouse.", you said, quietly. the words felt heavier than they should have.

she turned her head to look at you, "hmmm.", she simply hummed.

you let out a small breath, forcing a nod as if you had already accepted it. "i figured as much, it would only make sense.", you murmured.

there was another silence, it had been seconds before you gathered the courage to look at her, expecting confirmation. but instead, her brows drew together slightly before casually shrugging her shoulder, "yes."

your chest sank at her confirmation, nevertheless, you gave a small nod, your expression tightening despite your effort to keep it neutral. "i see.", was all you could say to her.

and then she stepped closer, not rushed and not hesitant, making you look up at her to meet her gaze, "and it's you.", she informed you.

you blinked, certain you had misheard, "what...?", you say.

a small smile tugged at the corner of her lips, "i have already made my choice and i chose you.", she stated, her voice softer now, though no less sure.

your breath caught in your throat, furrowing your eyebrows at the princess, shaking your head in denial, "that... that doesn't make sense, princess.", you murmured, almost helplessly.

however, her smile grew just a little, something warmer and something more familiar to you like the one she wore on quiet nights in your loft. "it does to me, y/n.", she replied to you.

you shook your head once more, hesitantly taking a step back, "princess, i have no titles, no lands, no gold. i have nothing to offer to you.", you say, trying to convince her if it's still not too late.

this time it was the princess who was the one who shook her head, "you are everything i want.", she cut in, not sharply, but with quiet insistence. her confession made you pause, still in disbelief. the princess tilted her head slightly, studying you, as if the answer was obvious. "when i am with you, i am not the princess nor the heir. i am simply just myself.", she added, her voice softened further, almost fond.

"princess.", you say, shaking your head at the girl.

you were about to turn and leave but she grabbed your arm, preventing you from leaving, "you do not look at me the way others do. you do not expect anything from me. you do not try to impress me.", she continued, tugging on your arm. the space between you felt smaller now as she took a step closer, "and if i were to choose someone who i'd spend the rest of my life with, it would be you.", she went on, her gaze never leaving yours.

you stared in her eyes, finding no hesitation nor doubt. your chest tightened, something familiar blooming there. "you say that as if it were that simple, princess.", you whispered, quietly. your gaze faltered for a moment before returning to hers. "and what of the king? what did he say in this choice of yours?", you questioned her.

her gaze did not waver as she answered you, "i have already told him. and he wishes to meet you.", she answered you, the words settled between you before you could fully process them.

for a moment, the reality of it all came crashing down at once, far heavier than anything you had allowed yourself to consider before. you let out a quiet, disbelieving breath, shaking your head as you took a step back. "princess, you don't understand. this isn't something so easily decided.", you began, your voice faltering slightly.

her brows knit slightly, confusion flickering across her features, "i understand well enough.", she argued with you, stubbornly.

"no, you don't.", you argued back, firmer and more insistent. you forced yourself to meet her gaze, though it felt heavier now. "i am no noble. i have no titles, no standing, nothing that would make me worthy of standing beside you. you may accept me, sevens, even prince daemon may accept me but not in the eyes of your father nor in the eyes of the realm.", you mentioned to her the reality.

"the king may humor the idea.", she went on, trying to look on the brighter side but you did not.

"but the realm will not. they will question you, they will question him. and they will question me.", you told her.

your words lingered in the air long after you had spoken. for a second, she did not respond, she only held your gaze, her expression unreadable until something in it shifted. her hand, which had been resting lightly against you, fell to her side. like something slipping through her grasp. the silence stretched between you, heavy and uncertain. then, without another word, she turned. the sound of her footsteps was quiet as she brushed past you, moving toward the door and opened it.

the next day was no different. the loft still remained quiet and empty, far too quiet to your liking. even the roof felt different. you still climbed up some nights out of habit, settling into the same spot where the two of you used to sit. the stars above king’s landing looked no different than they had before, scattered across the sky just as they always were. yet without the princess beside you, without her quiet remarks, her laughter, the way she would tilt her head back to watch the sky, the night felt strangely hollow.

you told yourself it was only the absence of company. nothing more. yet somehow, the silence lingered a little heavier than it used to. you hadn’t realized it before, but too much silence had a way of becoming unbearable, pressing in from all sides until it felt louder than any noise. it felt deafening. with a quiet exhale, you pushed yourself to your feet. if the silence would not leave you, then you would leave it.

the streets of flea bottom were as lively as ever, the smallfolk's voices overlapping, merchants calling out their wares, the clatter of movement and life filling the air. it was messy, loud, and far from the quietness of your loft lately. and yet, it was exactly what you needed. you moved through the crowd without much thought, letting the noise drown out your thoughts, your feet carrying you aimlessly through the narrow streets.

by the third day, it should have passed, whatever this was. you had told yourself as much the first evening then again the second. it was only the sudden change, you tried to reason with yourself. and yet by the third night, the feeling had not faded. if anything, it had settled deeper into your chest. you found yourself lingering by the door longer than you meant to, your gaze drifting toward it at the same hour she used to arrive. your body seemed to remember before your mind did, anticipation flickering briefly before reality followed soon after.

yet there was no knock. you exhaled sharply, turning away, annoyed more at yourself than anything else. this was ridiculous. you had gone your entire life without her. a few nights should not feel like this. and yet the thought lingered quietly yet persistent. you tried to tell yourself it was nothing, that it was just silence and just the absence of company, nothing more. and yet, no matter how many times you try not to think about it, the feeling remained. may the seven help you, you missed her.

the thought came uninvited, settling somewhere deep in your chest before you could push it away. you frowned slightly, shaking your head as if that alone might rid you of it. it made no sense. she was the princess of this realm, the heir to the iron throne. your lives were never meant to intertwine beyond stolen evenings and quiet conversations beneath the stars. this feeling had no place existing between you. and still, the thought of her returning with a chosen betrothed stirred something uneasy within you, something you could neither name nor ignore.

the storm’s end stood tall against the crashing waves, its stone walls unyielding, its halls filled with voices that blended into one long, tedious hum. rhaenyra sat beside lord boremund baratheon, her posture composed, chin slightly lifted as was expected of her. before her, a line of eager suitors stretched across the hall, lords’ sons dressed in their finest, each one waiting for his turn to impress the realm’s delight.

one spoke then another and another. their voices blurred together, their words rehearsed, polished, predictable. tales of their houses, their lands, their strength, their loyalty. each one trying, and failing, to distinguish himself from the rest. the princess could even barely heard them. instead, her gaze drifted downward, fingers idly turning one of the rings on her hand. her rings caught the light as she twisted it slowly, her attention far more occupied with the motion than with the man currently speaking before her.

she hummed softly in acknowledgment at the appropriate moments, offering polite nods when expected but her mind was elsewhere. far from the hall this place, the suitors, the expectations placed upon her. it drifted back to king’s landing, to fleabottom. to a quiet loft tucked away from prying eyes. to evenings spent beneath an open sky, where no one watched her, no one judged her, no one expected anything more than her presence, to you.

a faint smile tugged at the corner of her lips before she could stop it. she wondered what you were doing. if you were still climbing up to the roof at night to watch the stars. if you had noticed her absence as much as she had felt yours, if you missed her. the thought lingered longer than it should have, her thoughts were cut off when she heard someone call her title. rhaenyra blinked, the voice pulling her back to the present.

the suitor before her had finished speaking, now watching her expectantly. she straightened slightly, composure returning as quickly as it had slipped. "thank you, next.", she said, offering a measured smile, though her mind was already drifting once more back to you, always back to you.

her thoughts were cut short when lord beric mention about queen alysanne herself, as though invoking her name might somehow lend him favor. for a brief moment, rhaenyra simply stared at him. then, before she could stop herself, "and tell me lord dondarrion, did you think my great grandmother was beautiful as they say?", she says.

lord beric hesitated before speaking, "this was half a century ago, princess.", he answered her.

"yes, it was.", rhaenyra remarked lightly, her tone just shy of teasing earning a few laughter from the other contenders. there was a faint glint of mischief in her eyes as she tilted her head ever so slightly, studying him with open curiosity. he was old. older than her father, by the look of him. and yet, here he stood, offering himself as a potential husband.

"next.", lord boremund called.

she leaned back into her seat, fingers once again finding the ring on her hand, turning it idly as her interest slipped away just as quickly as it had come. another suitor, a child now with his speech. she resisted the urge to sigh though the feeling lingered, heavy in her chest. none of them held her attention for long. none of them ever did.

the next suitor to step forward was unexpected. rhaenyra’s brows lifted slightly as she took him in, a boy, no more than a few years younger than herself. for a brief moment, she wondered if this was some sort of jest. yet he stood tall with his chin lifted with quiet determination. the realm's delight leaned back slightly in her seat, disbelief flickering across her features. a child, she thought, and yet he dared to present himself as a contender for her hand.

still, she said nothing. the boy continued, speaking of the long standing ties between house blackwood and house targaryen, of loyalty, of what he would offer to her. there was an earnestness to him raw and unpolished, but sincere. yet an insult was landed heavily by a bracken. the younger boy’s jaw tightened and steel rang against the air. in one swift motion, the blackwood drew his sword. a heartbeat later, the other answered, a dagger flashing into his hand as he stepped forward.

the hall erupted, voices rising, men moving, tension snapping all at once but the princess had already had enough. she rose to her feet. the movement alone was enough to still those nearest to her, though the two combatants paid it no mind. her expression was no longer amused nor bored, only tired and eager return home, to you. whatever patience she had carried into the hall had long since worn thin.

the twins fought fiercely in the middle of the chamber, steel ringing as they struggled against one another. rhaenyra remained on the floor, trying to move away from the chaos. from where she sat on the floor, rhaenyra watched in shock. their movements were too fast, their armor identical. white cloak against white cloak, steel against steel.

she couldn’t tell which of them was which. the sound of their blades filled the room as they struggled, neither gaining the upper hand. then one of them struck hard and the other was thrown to the floor. the room fell momentarily silent, ser arryk turned back toward the queen.

rhaenyra had nowhere left to go and was literally backed against the corner. she pressed herself against the walls as the knight stepped forward, raising his sword high above her. the blade glinted in the candlelight. slowly, rhaenyra closed her eyes, ready for the end. but the strike never came. but instead of steel cutting into her, she heard a body collide with another.

when she had opened her eyes, you had thrown yourself into the knight, forcing the blade away from her. the sword still struck but it was your shoulder that had been cut instead. at that moment, ser erryk forced himself back to his feet. with a furious shout, he lunged at his brother again. the twins clashed once more, their blades ringing through the chamber. this time the noise brought the guards running. several queensguard, rushed inside and quickly restrained ser arryk, dragging him away as he struggled.

but rhaenyra barely noticed, her attention was fixed entirely on you. your hand still shook where the sword had pierced it, blood covered your fingers. she rushed toward you, carefully taking your injured shoulder. her breath catching at the sight. "gods.", her voice trembled as she inspected your wound.

you tried to smile despite the pain, rhaenyra looked up at you, fear and affection flickering openly across her face. "sorry i came late.", you sheepishly say despite that her hand was now stained with your blood.

"you're an idiot you know that?", she replied before she turned to the guards, "fetch the maesters now.", she commanded. yet even as the guards rushed to obey, she never let go of you. as though letting go might mean losing you. she had lost so much already, she lost lucerys, she lost her throne and birthright. she wasn't going to lose you too.

𝐀 𝐋 𝐈 𝐂 𝐄 𝐍 𝐓 𝐇 𝐈 𝐆 𝐇 𝐓 𝐎 𝐖 𝐄 𝐑

the corridors of the red keep felt heavier and heavier ever since the war started. you were walking through the hallway when a familiar voice called your name. you turned to see alicent approaching you, her expression tired but composed as always. beside her was helaena, quiet as ever ever since the death of her son.

alicent slowed when she reached you, "we were just on our way to light candles for aegon and the others.", she says, her eyes softening slightly. for a moment she hesitated, then added, "would you care to come with us?", she offered.

inside, the air smelled faintly of melted wax and incense. rows of candles flickered, alicent stepped forward first. she carefully lit a candle and placed it among the others. helaena lit one beside it, her voice quiet before you lit your own candle last, setting it beside theirs.

for a brief moment, the three of you stood together in silence. the quiet moment had barely ended when a kingsguard appeared, eyes wide with urgency. "your graces, we must return immediately.", the kingsguard warn. alicent’s lips pressed into a thin line, motioning for you and helaena to follow. the three of you hurried along, careful to stay together. but the crowd’s anger had already turned toward you three.

"long live queen rhaenyra!", one shouts.

"the throne belongs to the true queen!"

"rhaenyra should rule!"

the shouting grew harsher and then suddenly something flew through the air. a stone struck the floor near helaena. the angry crowd surged forward and before anyone could react, another object came flying toward them. you moved instinctively, stepping in front of the two, something hard struck your forehead. pain burst across your head as the world spun. pain exploded instantly, hot and sharp, and blood began to trickle down.

"y/n!", alicent exclaimed, her hand shooting out to steady you. her eyes were wide, panic flashing through the usual composure.

you stumbled but forced yourself to keep moving. there was no time to stop, the carriage was waiting. the crowd was still chaotic behind you, hurling more objects but you couldn’t focus no more. alicent’s hands gripped yours as soon as you reached the carriage. she carefully turned your head, inspecting the wound. blood had begun to streak down your temple and she pressed a cloth gently against it.

her hand stayed on your forehead, pressing lightly to stop the bleeding. you winced, but you let her hand stay. even in her fury and panic, there was an unmistakable tenderness there. she didn’t speak for a long moment, only keeping her eyes on you, as if making sure you were truly unharmed despite the blood.

"this is not your war and yet you are hurt because of me.", she whispered, her voice trembling.

you shook your head slightly at her, "it doesn't matter, we're in this together, aren't we?", you whispered back, giving her a small smile.

𝐃 𝐀 𝐄 𝐌 𝐎 𝐍 𝐓 𝐀 𝐑 𝐆 𝐀 𝐑 𝐘 𝐄 𝐍

harrenhal had a way of twisting the mind, its halls were vast, empty, and cold. its shadows seemed to watch the living as though they were trespassers in a graveyard. you had accompanied daemon to the castle to assemble an army for queen rhaenyra and even in daylight its stone walls felt oppressive. by night, the castle’s haunting presence grew unbearable. you slept in the room daemon had secured for the two of you, unaware of the way harrenhal whispered in the dark.

the night was heavy in harrenhal. the wind howled through the ruined towers, carrying whispers that seemed almost human. you couldn’t sleep. the castle felt suffocating, its vast halls pressing in on you with a strange heaviness. so you slipped out of the chamber quietly, deciding a little fresh air might clear your head. outside, the courtyard was dimly lit by a few dying torches. the night air was cold, but it helped steady your nerves.

you didn’t notice the shadows moving until it was too late. a hand suddenly grabbed your arm. before you could shout, another soldier stepped from the darkness, the glint of green armor catching the torchlight. more followed behind him. "careful, the king will want them alive.", one of knights muttered to another.

"you're coming with us. your prince daemon will trade plenty to get you back after what he did to king aegon's son.", another knight said to you.

without a warning, you twisted violently out of the first man’s grip. "no", you told him firmly, shoving him back and drawing the dagger at your belt. if they thought you would go with them quietly, they were clearly mistaken. steel clashed as you fought them off, striking the nearest soldier across the arm. but there were too many of them against you.

one managed to grab your wrist, wrenching it hard. another swung his sword, the blade catching your arm before you could dodge fully. pain flared sharply as the cut opened across your forearm. before the soldier could strike again, a furious roar split the courtyard.

"get your hands off them!", the voice was unmistakable. every green knight froze as daemon stormed into the courtyard, sword already drawn, violet eyes blazing with fury. the first green knight barely had time to raise his weapon before daemon cut him down.

the others tried to scatter but daemon was faster, his blade flashing through the dim torchlight with brutal precision. within moments, the courtyard was silent again. breathing heavily, daemon turned to you. only then did he notice the blood running down your arm, is expression changed instantly.

"come, let's head back inside.", he says to you softly.

𝐂 𝐑 𝐈 𝐒 𝐓 𝐎 𝐍 𝐂 𝐎 𝐋 𝐄

you had argued with him that morning, his army was marching straight into danger and you knew it. if the blacks sent even a single dragon, his men would be helpless. "you need a dragon.", you told him.

he shook his head immediately, "no. i will not have you risk yourself in this battle.", he replied to you, adjusting his armor. "they might send one. and that is exactly why you will not be there", he added, firmly.

but when word reached you that king aegon had taken to the sky with sunfyre, you knew the battle had escalated. and your instincts had been right. from above the battlefield, the crimson wings of meleys cut through the clouds like a blade. upon her back rode the formidable princess rhaenys targaryen. she was far more experienced than you and the king yet the clash was brutal.

the men below watched as the dragons screamed as they tore through the sky, fire lighting the battlefield below. you tried to keep up, guiding your dragon through the chaos but the queen who never was moved with terrifying precision. one devastating strike from meleys sent your dragon spiraling. the world spun violently as you plummeted toward the ground. the impact knocked the breath from your lungs, pain exploded through your body as you crashed into the dirt beside your dragon, the beast groaning but still alive.

your vision blurred and despite the ringing in your ears, you heard shouting. soldiers scattering, boots pounding across the field. then a familiar voice. "move!", criston forced his way through the chaos, pushing past soldiers as he ran toward you. when he reached you, the sight of the blood on your armor made his heart drop. "i told you not to come.", he said sharply, though the anger in his voice was clearly masking panic.

he dropped to his knees beside you as the battlefield raged on around him. smoke drifted through the air and soldiers shouted orders but none of it reached him. all he could see was the blood staining your armor. his hands moved quickly over you, checking for wounds, brushing dirt and broken pieces of armor aside with an urgency he rarely showed. the fall had been brutal, making your breathing was uneven, your body limp as you struggled to stay conscious.

at first, you had been reluctant. the risk of sneaking out to meet you should have been enough reason to refuse her. if anyone were to discover that the princess had been slipping out of the red keep to meet with you in the dead of night, the consequences would be disastrous. for her, perhaps a scolding. for you, something far worse. you had told her as much the first few times she appeared at your door. but the princess had only smiled that infuriating, stubborn smile of hers.

she told you that beyond the castle walls, beyond the suffocating halls of the red keep and the watchful eyes of courtiers, she could finally breathe. out in the city with you, among the noise and chaos of king's landing, she could walk without being reminded of who she was supposed to be. out here, she said, she felt free. after that, it became harder to turn her away. and so, against your better judgment, you began allowing the princess the very freedom that had been denied to her all her life.

most nights the two of you climbed to the roof where the air felt cooler and the noise of the city faded into distant murmurs. from there the red keep rose above the skyline, its towers glowing faintly beneath torchlight. sometimes it was strange to think that the girl beside you belonged there. at court, she carried the weight of a thousand eyes. her every word measured and every action judged. but here with you, none of that seemed to follow her.

when the court overwhelmed her where it often did, she spoke about the expectations that has been constantly pressed upon her shoulders like armor she had never asked to wear. you never tried to fix any of it, you simply listened to her. sometimes you offered a quiet remark but sometimes you said nothing at all. more often than not, the two of you simply sat beside each other, shoulders nearly touching, watching the sky darken above king's landing. no pressure, no expectations, just silence shared between two people who had grown strangely accustomed to one another's presence.

and somehow, that was enough. rhaenyra leaned into that comfort more than she would ever admit aloud. where were nights when she spoke endlessly, her voice spilling over with frustration or amusement. and there were nights when she said very little at all, content simply to sit beside you in the quiet. somewhere along the way, the two of you had grown close. the princess had grown fond of you and you had begun to care for her more deeply than you ever intended.

you found yourself noticing the smallest things, like the way her silver hair caught the torchlight, the faint curve of amusement on her lips, the way her hand lingered just a moment longer when brushing against yours. you told yourself it was harmless, that it was only fondness, but a quiet, unbidden thought kept tugging at the edges of your mind. what would it feel like if she weren’t here, if that quiet warmth she had brought into your cold world simply went away?

apparently, word traveled faster in the streets of king's landing than you had hoped. it was how mysaria found out that you were still meeting the princess even if you had told her that you and the princess no longer spoke with each other. whether you had lied to her or not, it doesn't matter now. someone had seen you with the princess again. whether by accident or intention hardly mattered now.

mysaria had paid them well enough to keep their mouths shut for the time being and to learn exactly what they knew. coin could buy silence but not forever. if word reached the king, the princess would likely be spared the worst of it. she was, after all, his daughter, his heir. you, on the other hand, would not be so fortunate. and mysaria had no intention of letting you walk blindly into that kind of danger, which was precisely why she had summoned you.

"i want you to tell the princess to stop visiting you.", mysaria said calmly, pouring herself a goblet of wine as you sat across her.

you frowned silently, speaking, "why?"

your sister set the goblet down with a quiet clink, she took a deep breath as if trying to collect the right words, "you were seen."

your expression hardened, raising an eyebrow, "seen?", you repeated before narrowing slightly, "or did you sent spies for me?"

"it doesn't matter, y/n. i want you to stop seeing the princess. i'm serious.", she told you, her voice lowering slightly. "if word gets out, she will be spared by the king. and you will not.", she stated, firmly.

you let out a quiet sigh, your fingers fidgeting absently against one another., shaking your head at her, "i can't.", you simply say.

mysaria's brow lifted at your answer, "and why not?", she asked.

you opened your mouth to answer but nothing came out. the words sat heavy in your throat, stubborn and unspoken. mysaria watched you carefully, waiting for your answer but nothing came. then, without hesitation, she said it.

"are you falling in love with the princess, y/n?", she questioned you before her eyes softened, though the sharpness never fully left her gaze. "do you understand what I’m saying, y/n? the princess, she is heir to the throne. she will marry some day, she will do her duty and everything you two share out there, every stolen moment, every quiet night will come to an end.", she says, leaning slightly forward.

you swallowed, the weight of her words pressing into your chest. with a defeated sigh, you spoke, "i understand.", you muttered.

she let out a sigh, reaching out to brush a strand of your hair away from your face, "keep your distance, y/n. guard your heart. care for her but don't let yourself fall so completely. there will be consequences and i cannot protect you if the realm turns its eyes towards you.", she mumbled to you, "just look at daemon and i, we never worked out because we're two worlds apart. i hope you understand that."

you nodded, though your agreement was uneasy. the thought of keeping your distance felt impossible. you had tried, in your own way, to tell yourself that you were just her acquaintance, a friend, her confidant. when your sister mentioned the inevitability of her marriage, something stirred in your chest. a hollow ache, sharp yet sweet, that you didn’t fully understand.

suddenly, the idea of princess rhaenyra with another, of her being bound to someone else made your chest tighten, your hands curl slightly in your lap. you forced your face into a neutral expression but inside, your heart argued with reason. somehow, against all the warnings, the danger, and the reality of her position, you could not stop yourself from feeling something more towards the princess.

your sister's words soon came true. the night sky stretched endlessly above you, stars glittering faintly through the haze of king’s landing. you and the princess lay side by side on the loft’s roof, shoulders nearly touching, the quiet of the city around you softening the weight of the world. for a while, neither of you spoke, content simply to watch the heavens and let the calm linger.

then the princess shifted slightly, her voice breaking the silence, softer than usual. "i will be away for quite some time.", she said, her words hesitant, almost reluctant to be spoken aloud.

you turned your head slightly to look at her, "away? for how long?", you asked quietly, your heart already slowly sinking to your chest.

she sighed, a mix of frustration and resignation, "my father has ordered me to go on a tour to meet lords and to consider potential matches.", she answered you. "a search for a spouse.", she added, her gaze dropped to the stars, as if avoiding your eyes would make the words easier to bear.

you said nothing at first, letting the weight of her statement settle between you. the loft, normally a sanctuary of stolen time and quiet laughs, suddenly felt impossibly empty, "oh.", was all you could say.

"i do not wish to go.", she continued, her voice barely more than a whisper. "but it is not only my father's command but the king himself wishes it. i cannot refuse.", she mumbled under her breath.

he led the way without a word, moving easily through narrow streets and side alleys, familiar with every twist and turn. rhaenyra kept pace, careful to mirror his steps, silent except for the faint whisper of her boots on the stones. finally, they arrived near the place where mysaria had been last seen. daemon slowed, glancing at the princess.

"if anyone knows where your friend might be, it's this place.", he says quietly before raising his fist to knock on the wooden doors.

rhaenyra’s heart thumped in her chest as she and her uncle waited before the door. each second stretched longer than it should have, the quiet of the street pressing in on her. just as daemon raised his hand to knock again, the door cracked open. mysaria’s sharp eyes peeked out, taking in the figures on the steps. her eyebrows lifted slightly at the sight of the prince of the city and the princess of dragonstone.

"daemon.", she said cautiously, "and princess rhaenyra."

rhaenyra, still caught in the anticipation of seeing you again, could only nod, her hands fidgeting at her sides. daemon gave a small, crooked smile in return, his eyes glinting with amusement and something unreadable, "shall we?", he asked lightly, gesturing past mysaria.

mysaria stepped aside, letting them through. though the look she gave the princess suggested she was weighing everything, still protective, still careful. mysaria’s eyes narrowed the moment the two dragons step inside. she had learned long ago to be cautious around those who held power and the princess of dragonstone certainly did.

"so, what brings you here, my prince and my princess?", mysaria asked, voice calm but wary, her gaze flicking briefly to the daemon before returning to rhaenyra.

under the older woman's intense gaze, rhaenyra hesitated then reached into her pocket and pulled out a small pouch of coins. "i had a bit of trouble with a merchant last night. i've fetched a coin to pay her back.", she said, her tone careful.

mysaria’s eyes lingered on the pouch then back to the princess. her posture relaxed slightly, though she remained watchful. "i will see that the merchant receives it. no need for you trouble yourself further, princess.", she replied as rhaenyra handed it to her.

rhaenyra gave a faint, grateful nod, "thank you."

a brief silence hung in the air, heavy with unspoken thoughts. but the pouch of coins was only a pretense, a thin excuse by the princess. the real reason she had returned was not the merchant, not the debt, not even the chaos of the city. she had come for one reason and one reason alone. to see you, yet you were nowhere to be seen.

and though mysaria remained cautious, a small, knowing crease formed at the corner of her eyes. she could that the princess has a different purpose to coming here. daemon leaned lazily against the window frame, saying nothing, merely watching. the silence stretched a moment too long until rhaenyra shifted where she stood.

at last, unable to contain herself any longer, she stepped forward, "i wish to speak with y/n if that's alright.", she said, her words came out quicker than she intended. mysaria’s gaze sharpened slightly at that, her eyes flicking briefly to daemon before returning to the princess.

"very well.", mysaria replied after a moment, her tone measured. "but they're not here. come.", she says and began leading the way.

you were in your old loft apartment, seated near the open window where the city breeze slipped through the worn shutters. before you lay a sheet of parchment, the faint outline of the red keep sketched in careful strokes, your gaze drifted often from the page to the real castle rising in the distance, its towers pale beneath the afternoon light.

your hand stilled, you could not help but wonder how the princess was faring. questions ran in your head, questions like if she had returned safely? had anyone noticed her absence? had she found trouble on the way back? the thoughts lingered longer than they should have. so lost in them were you that you never heard the steps climbing the narrow stair nor the quiet creak of the door opening behind you.

only when a voice cleared softly did you start, "y/n."

you turned and froze, your older sister stood there. and behind her stood two figures you never expected to see again so soon. prince daemon and the princess of dragonstone herself. you shifted in your seat, setting the quill aside on the table.

"i told you not to come back, did i not, princess?", you muttered, your eyes lowering to the nearly finished sketch of the red keep rather than meeting the realm's delight's eyes.

for a moment, no one spoke. behind the princess, mysaria lifted a brow, her gaze flicking between the two of you. prince daemon noticed it too, a faint, knowing smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. the prince clapped his hands once, lightly. "well then, it seems the two of you have matters to settle.", he says, turning toward the door.

mysaria gave the princess a long, assessing look before stepping aside, following daemon out the door who casted one last amused glance over his shoulder at the two of you. the door closed behind them with a quiet thud. silence filled the small loft. you remained seated by the window, shoulders slightly tense, while the princess stood a few steps inside the room, the faint light from the shutters catching in her pale hair. for a moment, neither of you seemed to know where to begin.

"you did told me not come back.", the princess confirmed, lowering herself into the chair across from you.

you leaned back in your seat, the wood creaking softly as you folded your arms. "yet here you are.", you say, gesturing lightly toward her.

"yet here i am.", she repeated, shrugging casually.

rhaenyra’s lips pressed together, though there was a faint spark of amusement in her eyes. for a moment she looked around the small lo, the slanted ceiling, the narrow window, the scattered parchments on your table, taking it all in before her gaze returned to you.

"so, why did you?", you asked, raising an eyebrow at her.

"i brought a coin for the merchant whose goods we spoiled last night.", she answered you, placing her arm on the arm rest.

you let out a chuckle, furrowing your eyebrows, "we?"

at that, rhaenyra suddenly laughed, louder than how she was expected to laugh as a princess. the sound slipped out of her before she could stop it, bright and unrestrained. "i spoiled the goods.", she corrected, waving a hand dismissively.

you let out a small breath through your nose, shaking your head, "that sounds more accurate, princess.", you commented.

rhaenyra leaned back in her chair, one arm resting along the armrest, the faintest trace of a smile still lingering on her lips. "your sister told me she would see to that the coin will be delivered to the merchant. is it really possible for her to find her?", she asked you.

"it is. my sister has her connections, you see. it would not be difficult for her to find which merchant had their goods spoiled last night by a page.", you answered the princess of dragonstone in which she nodded. your eyes narrowed slightly, studying her, "that cannot be the only reason you came all this way, princess.", you mumbled.

her fingers curled slightly against the edge of the table. it was true. if paying the merchant had truly been her only concern, she could have sent any servant from the red keep to see it done. a purse of coin, a quiet order and the matter would have been settled before the sun had fully risen over king's landing. yet she had not done that. instead, she had slipped out again into the city. all the way here. rhaenyra held your gaze for a moment but the confidence she had worn when she first arrived faltered under your quiet scrutiny. her fingers tapped once against the armrest before stilling.

"the merchant could have been paid without you leaving the castle.", you replied commented. "there must be another reason.", you say.

that made her laugh softly under her breath, rhaenyra leaned forward slightly now, resting her elbow on the armrest, chin propped lightly against her hand as she studied you in return. "must there be another reason?", she asked you, tilting her head at you.

"if there is not then you risked your life the second time around merely to deliver a purse of coin.", you answered her.

then there was a pause. this time, when she spoke, her voice was quieter, "i told you i wished to see you again.", she says with a sigh.

rhaenyra looked away almost immediately, as though the simple admission had suddenly become very interesting to avoid. the weight behind her words made the loft feel smaller, more intimate, and for the first time, the space between you seemed to stretch and shrink all at once. you shifted slightly in your chair, unsure of how to respond. every instinct warned caution, she was the princess of dragonstone, heir to the iron throne, and you were just you. yet something in the simplicity of her confession made your chest tighten in a way you hadn’t expected.

"i—i.", she began then stopped, her gaze drifted to the sketch beside your quill, the sketch of the red keep rising over the city. "you draw?", she asked instead, quieter now, hoping you'd drop the subject.

you cleared your throat and lifted the parchment, fingers brushing lightly over the lines, "yes, it helps me think.", you replied. you met her gaze, you added carefully, "with all due respect, princess. why have you come back here when you already have everything you could want and need within the red keep?"

the princess leaned back slightly, a small, reflective smile on her lips. "that's where you're mistaken. being out here grants me freedom. even for a little while, i can step away from the eyes of the court, from their expectations of me. even for a few hours, i feel like my duties and responsibilities are lifted off my shoulders.", she answered. you studied her quietly, sensing the truth behind her words, the rare vulnerability she allowed herself. her cheeks warmed slightly, but she didn’t look away. "i wanted someone who didn't see me as a princess or the heir of the iron throne. i just want someone who sees me as rhaenyra. and that's you.", she says.

and with that, the loft grew still around you. the distant sounds of king’s landing, the clatter of wagon wheels, the muted shouts of street vendors, the faint cry of a night watchman seemed to fade away, leaving only the quiet between the two of you. rhaenyra’s gaze held yours, unwavering, her fingers idly brushing the edge of the chair as though grounding herself in the moment.

you could see the mix of courage and vulnerability in her eyes, the raw honesty she rarely allowed anyone to witness. and for the first time, the distance of rank, duty, and expectation felt to vanish entirely. It was just the two of you, sharing a truth seldom spoken, a fragile thread of connection that neither crown nor city walls could sever.

the princess nodded at ser harrold's offer before turning her gaze back to the field, her heart hammering against her ribcage, every cheer and clash of steel sending a jolt of panic through her chest. watching this so-called mystery knight, mounted and poised, moving with a precision that made her stomach twist. their lance strike landing perfectly, every maneuver was flawless, unhorsing one opponent then another, each falling drawing gasps and roars from the crowd.

and then it happened, a lance struck wrong and a horse stumbling. and suddenly, the mystery knight faltered. you crashed to the ground with a sickening thud, armor rattling and a sharp gasp rippled through the crowd. pain shot through your side and shoulder, each movement radiating injury. your bruised rubs protested with every shallow breath, your shoulder a fire of agony and your legs threatened to betray you entirely.

the helmet slipped from your head, clattering across the dust, revealing your face for all to see. rhaenyra’s eyes widened, her heart lurched violently in her chest and breath caught in her throat. it was you. it struck before she could think, there you were with that familiar tilt of your head, the curve of your jaw, the way your hair clung damp and dusty beneath the dented helm.

every scar, every bruise, every line of your face now pressed the truth into her chest. panic and fury collided in her veins, mingling with disbelief and an unspoken surge of something sharper, a possessive, frantic fear. you were here, badly hurt, when she had begged, warned, and commanded you to stay away. the sight of you sprawled in the dust, ribs bruised and shoulder injured most likely bruised, made her feel the world tighten around her.

the princess rose abruptly from her seat, eyes wide with alarm, ignoring the stunned murmurs from the crowd around her. below, the armored attendants carefully lifted you from the ground, supporting your bruised and battered body between them. each step they took was measured, cautious, as if any jostle might worsen your injuries. you were heavy with pain, ribs bruised, shoulder throbbing, and legs trembling under the weight of your own exhaustion. Y

your helmet had been left behind in the lists and the dust and blood streaked across your face made the truth undeniable. the attendants moved swiftly but gently, navigating through the cheering and shocked onlookers, carrying you toward the private chambers where the maesters waited. rhaenyra’s chest tightened with every step, fury and fear mingling into a single, white-hot knot.

she had told you not to ride. she had warned you. and now, seeing you so injured, helpless and in pain, her heart felt like it might burst from her chest. so here she was, pacing back and forth outside your quarters, each step sharp against the stone floor, the hem of her silks brushing the walls. her yes flicked to the door every few seconds, ears straining for any sound of movement from within.

the maesters were still inside, tending to you, patching your bruises, setting a shoulder, murmuring soft reassurances that only made her heart twist tighter. she could hear the faint clink of metal, the rustle of linen, and the soft groan that made her stomach drop. she had warned you. she had begged you not to ride. and yet, here you were, battered, broken, and entirely within her sight for the first time since the lists.

fury simmered beneath the surface, but it was tangled with fear and a fierce, desperate protectiveness that left her pacing even when exhaustion clawed at her. one moment she wanted to scold you until her throat ached, the next she wanted to throw herself through the door and cradle you in her arms, scolding forgotten. her hands clenched and unclenched, fingers pressing against the edge of the corridor wall, nails biting into silk. every few steps she muttered your name under her breath, each utterance a mix of exasperation and relief.

the maesters’ work would not last forever. soon, the doors would open and she would be face to face with you, with the consequences of your reckless bravery. and she did not know whether she would scold you, cry at you, or do both at once. and then finally, the maesters stepped aside at last, bowing their heads slightly.

rhaenyra did not hesitate. she pushed the door open and strode into your chamber, every step sharp with anger and barely contained worry. and there you were. lying on the bed, abdomen bandaged, shoulder swathed in linen, every limb still trembling from the fall. your helmet lay discarded on the floor, dust and sweat streaking your face and even in the haze of the milk of the poppy, your eyes flicked toward her.

"my wife.", you acknowledged her presence, weakly.

her breath caught, for a moment, fury faltered under the weight of seeing you so vulnerable. her chest tightened with a mixture of fear, relief and the kind of tenderness that made her stomach ache. she wanted to rush to you, to grip your hand, to check that you were truly alive but she couldn’t let herself. as soon as the doors were closed shut behind her, the princess did not hold back.

"you—", she began, voice sharp, slicing through the quiet of the room. "do you have any idea what you have done?", she asked you.

you tried to lift a hand to your chest, "i nearly won.", you murmured, your voice slurred and heavy with poppy-induced haze.

"nearly won?", she repeated, taking a step closer. "nearly won? you rode in the lists after i forbade you, y/n! do you know how reckless that was? how dangerous it was?", she said, lips pressing into a thin line.

a sharp intake of breath escaping you, and you blinked up at her, cheeks flushed, a small, crooked grin tugging at your lips. "i unhorsed four knight, my love.", you admitted, faintly amused despite the pain.

her eyes narrowed, and she let out a sharp, exasperated breath, "you unhorsed five knights and nearly killed yourself in the proccess."

you groaned, head turning slightly into the pillow. "but i did not die, did i not?", you said, your tone sheepish and light despite the blood and bruises but clearly something you wouldn't dare say to your wife only when you're not high on milk of the poppy.

"and is that supposed to make me feel better? you could have been killed. and for what? for pride or for some foolish glory?", she says.

she was now packing a little closer to your bed. her hands clenched at her sides, her fury fraying at the edges under the pull of fear and relief. she could scold you all she wanted, but the sight of you lying there, broken and yet blinking up at her, made her words falter.

"you frightened me. i don't even know why you disobeyed me.", she said, her voice lower now, trembling at the corners despite her attempt at control. her chest tightened again and though she wanted to continue scolding, she found herself inching closer to the bed, hands trembling slightly as she reached for yours.

rhaenyra opened her mouth to continue, fury rising again but then froze mid-step. the sluggish blink of your eyes, the dreamy half-smile, the slow, uneven breathing finally hit her. her lips pressed into a thin line as exasperation gave way to reluctant amusement. you were far too far gone on the milk of the poppy for words to land. she could scold until her throat burned, and it would barely register.

with a sigh, "you are utterly insufferable, you know that?", she whispered, gripping your hand tightly. "but you are alive. and that is all that matters.", she added, her anger was still there, sharp and alive, but beneath it ran something fiercer, love, worry, and relief.

you smiled faintly, wincing, and whispered back, "i know, i know."

jace never pulled away though. he only let you drag him along, his fingers tightening around yours instead of slipping free. he could have run faster and he could have led but he preferred it this way, following where you tugged him, trusting you to choose the direction, grinning as though there were nowhere else he would rather be than at your side, in trouble together.

once your dragons were large enough to carry you, the two of you would slip away to the skies. you’d land on some quiet cliff or stretch of grass beyond the castle walls, spreading out stolen pastries and fruit you had smuggled from the kitchens. crumbs clung to your fingers as you laughed, your dragons dozing nearby in the sun. between bites, you practiced high valyrian together. you corrected his pronunciation with exaggerated seriousness, only to break into laughter when he stumbled over a word.

what you didn’t know was that sometimes he does it on purpose. he was not that fluent in high valyrian but he knew enough of the basics to manage simple phrases without stumbling. still, every now and then, he would accidentally twist a word he already understood, just slightly off. because if pretending earned him that bright, unguarded sound from you, then he would gladly get it wrong again.

you had always been carefree and bright, a warmth untouched by the weight of your name even though your father was prince daemon, the rogue prince, sharp-tempered and restless. where he was dangerous, you were light. but then, jace watched you change slowly. laughter softened into measured smiles. reckless sprints through corridors became composed walks through court. you listened more, spoke carefully, studied harder and grew into your duties.

yet with him, you were still the same when you sat close to him, shoulders brushing, fingers hooking around his arm in crowded halls, whispering gossip as if nothing had changed. you were still inseparable but more responsible and dedicated to your certain duties. then one afternoon, you spoke excitedly about traveling runestones without him in a few moons. nd something twisted in his chest. not anger nor fear. just the quiet, unsettling sense that the idea of you leaving him behind felt deeply wrong after being practically attached to the hip ever since you were children.

after your announcement, he could barely sleep and began noticing things he had never noticed before until now. how often he reached for you without thinking, how your absence made a room feel strangely hollow. and the night he saw a young noble attempt to woo you, something tightened in his chest, sharp and unfamiliar. after his suspicion that he might be growing feelings, nothing felt the same.

you had always touched, your hands intertwined, arms linked, shoulders brushing in easy familiarity. but now, when you leaned in to whisper, he felt your breath. when you laughed against his shoulder, he went very still. the same gestures suddenly carried weight and he did not know what to do with it. that was when he understood, he was beginning to see his best friend in a different light.

when someone asks about you, he took a lot of strength in him to deny that something's between the two of you, brushing it off with a, "y/n doesn't favor me, they just trust me that's all.", he says before drifting his gaze to look at you as you interacted with lucerys and joffrey, "they're kind to everyone. i'm not special.", he added, swallowing thickly the bitter taste at the back of his throat from the words he used.

𝐀 𝐄 𝐌 𝐎 𝐍 𝐃 𝐓 𝐀 𝐑 𝐆 𝐀 𝐑 𝐘 𝐄 𝐍

𝐄 𝐍 𝐄 𝐌 𝐈 𝐄 𝐒 𝐓 𝐎 𝐋 𝐎 𝐕 𝐄 𝐑 𝐒 𝐓 𝐑 𝐎 𝐏 𝐄

before the dance of the dragons, there were two children with cold eggs that never hatched but you did not lose hope. each night, you placed your egg close to the fire, turning it carefully, whispering promises of the skies you would one day share. every morning you searched for cracks yet there were none but that was all right because there's always tomorrow.

your mother, princess rhaenyra, would smooth your dark hair back and remind you that dragons were gifts. some come early, some come late, her faith in you never wavering. not having dragons was something you and aemond shared. but where you had reassurance, he had laughter. where you had comfort, he had pressure. two children in a dynasty built on flame, waiting for warmth that would not come. the only difference was you still believed it would and he who was beginning not to.

when the halls grew too loud with mockery, he would slip away to a quiet corridor overlooking the courtyards and the distant rise of the dragonpit. you would sit beside him, your egg resting in your lap as you argue over dragon names and whose would fly higher, faster, farther. you were simply two children waiting to be chosen. and then, you were.

no one expected princess rhaenyra’s youngest child, the one with the cold egg and careful smile to claim vermithor, the bronze fury himself. the fire had answered you and it did not answer him. the day you mounted vermithor, the world shifted. the courtyards shrank beneath your shadow, the wind roared in your ears and the sky finally opened to you. and below, aemond could only watch as you flew while he walked. from then on, the jests sharpened, aegon laughed louder, your brothers smirked wider. "even a bastard rides, brother.", aegon told him.

later you had invited him, gently and sincerely, to ride vermithor with you. a shared victory of the dreams you once spoke of but he did not hear kindness, he heard pity. from that moment, something hardened in him. he no longer saw you who once sat beside him with a cold egg but as someone who he was always compared to.

resentment grew quietly, fed by laughter and comparison. because you had vermithor and he had nothing. until lady laena passed and vhagar became riderless. if he claimed the largest living dragon, larger than yours, no one would dare laugh at him again. so under the cover of night, driven by pride and humiliation, he went to her with only one thought in mind. he would not be dragonless, he would not be lesser.

and when vhagar lowered her ancient neck to him, the first thing he felt was not triumph but relief but that was not all. he had claimed the largest living dragon and lost an eye the very same night. you were not there when it happened, only your two older brothers and your cousins. but by the time word reached you, the castle was already thick with accusation and fury. blood had been spilled, lines had been drawn, and whatever fragile peace once lingered between you had shattered.

you felt sorry for him, truly but there was no chance to say it. before you could seek him out, your mother had already made her decision. she gathered you and your brothers with your father and left king’s landing for dragonstone. the departure was swift, you had left behind the red keep. there was no farewell between you and aemond, only distance.

the next time you stepped into the red keep was when your great-uncle had come to petition the succession of driftmark. the throne room was heavy with tension as he challenged your older twin brother's claim, every lord watching, waiting. and there, among the greens, stood aemond. he was not the timid, shy boy you remembered.

he stood straight-backed and unyielding, chin held high, clad in dark leathers that fit him like armor. a black eye patch covered the wound left behind years ago, stark against his pale skin. there was nothing uncertain about him now nor softness. he carried himself like a prince who had endured pain and emerged sharpened by it.

after all, he was the rider of vhagar, the largest living dragon alive. when his gaze found you across the throne room, it lingered steadily and unreadable. you tried to offer him a small smile, something quiet and familiar. but he had already turned away. after the supper arranged by the king, after being under the influence of fine, you finally gathered the courage to ask him for a private word.

he followed, hesitant at first and you told him everything you wished to tell him back then. the ride on vermithor had never been pity,it had been an invitation. you had meant to see him after he lost his eye and had never wanted to leave him behind for dragonstone. at first he listened, jaw tight then he remembered you had never laughed at him when your brothers mocked him, never regarded him lesser, never treated him as anything but worthy.

slowly, he understood his resentment had grown not from you, but from humiliation and comparison. that realization cracked the foundation of his hatred and in the quiet that followed, he admitted his own truth that when you left, it had felt like abandonment. it had been easier to turn that hurt into anger than to confess that he had missed you. aemond was not foolish, once he saw the truth, he could not pretend otherwise. the enemy he had shaped in his mind no longer stood before him, only you did.

𝐀 𝐄 𝐆 𝐎 𝐍 𝐓 𝐀 𝐑 𝐆 𝐀 𝐑 𝐘 𝐄 𝐍

𝐒 𝐋 𝐎 𝐖 𝐁 𝐔 𝐑 𝐍 𝐓 𝐑 𝐎 𝐏 𝐄

the moment he was born to this world, aegon has been constantly pitted against his older half-sister. everyone around him has been saying that the seven would never accept a female ruler hence one day, he would sit on the iron throne. aegon did not want the throne, what he did wanted was something far simpler, to be notice, acknowledge and to be cared by the king like how he loved rhaenyra.

it seemed like all of his father's love was reserved solely for rhaenyra. it had been pretty obvious that the king had preferred his child with his first wife compared to his second wife. aegon felt like his oown accomplishments, his own efforts, his very being, felt like they were always just shy of attention, always weighed against someone else, that someone else being the princess of dragonstone herself.

and then, there's his mother's gaze, always heavy with expectation, never offered comfort, only pressure. it was in that space of constant scrutiny and loneliness that the you appeared. quiet, sharp, and fearless in a court that valued formality over honesty, you had became his getaway. not a shield, not a solution, but someone in the red keep who saw him as he was, without judgment, without expectation.

aegon could lean on you, confide in you, argue with you, laugh with you and the world outside your small moments could wait. for once, he could breathe. and slowly, those moments became the most important parts of his days. it wasn't much of a surprise that you have feeling for him. you had always lingered near him. it was pretty much given from your subtle teasing with the prince. or how you let him lean on you, confide in you and escaping the suffocating expectations of the court.

aegon was not oblivious to your feelings and yet he pretended not to notice. not because he didn’t care, he did. but because he could not return those feelings fully. he feared that if he rejected you outright, the fragile closeness you shared would shatter and he couldn’t bear that. so he remained silent, keeping you close in the only way he could.

when it was time to fulfill his duties, he agreed to marry his sister, helaena, as his mother and grandfather wanted. he did his duty with quiet obedience, conceiving heirs and fulfilling the obligations of his position. helaena, ever distant, barely noticed the closeness he had maintained with you all those years. and you? you felt the pain each time you watched him wed another, each time you saw him fulfill duties that left no space for your connection.

yet you accepted it, understanding the weight of his responsibilities, the expectations that bound him, and the sacrifices that came with being the prince, he was pawn of a court that demanded obedience above all else. even as your heart ached, you remained at his side, the quiet refuge he had always leaned on, keeping your feelings carefully contained. you let him have his duty, and you bore your own quiet longing, hoping, perhaps foolishly that your closeness could survive the duties that neither of you had chosen.

there were countless times when aegon acted recklessly, doing foolish things that threatened to tarnish his reputation. And yet, you were always there to defend him, to smooth over the consequences, even when you knew the rumors were true. you were a fool for welcoming him back with open arms every time he left, only for him to disappear again. sometimes, you would wish you could hate him, wished you could shove aside the ache in your chest.

but it was impossible. you care for him too deeply, more than you should, more than your heart could bear. you tried to convince yourself not to care, tried to pretend indifference. but each attempt only made the feeling grow stronger. so you let it be. you let him come and go, let him treat you as he would, holding on to the small moments, the fleeting intimacies, hoping that maybe, one day, you would tire of loving someone like him. but you never did.

and then came the dance of dragons. amid the chaos and fire, aegon was left badly injured, half-burnt and a broken leg, the kind of wound that left him helpless and exposed. no one came to him. no one except you. you, who had never stopped caring, who had tolerated him all these years, who had quietly loved him despite the pain, despite the absences, despite the countless times he had left you to bear the weight of your feelings alone.

you tended to him with steady hands and a calm that only deepened the ache in his chest. in that moment, vulnerable and broken, aegon realized the truth he had long refused to acknowledge, he could not bear to lose you. and so he prayed. not for victory, not for power, not for the crown that had always felt like a chain but that it would not be too late. that the gods might grant him another chance, a chance to be with you without the walls he had built around his heart.

𝐆 𝐖 𝐀 𝐘 𝐍 𝐄 𝐇 𝐈 𝐆 𝐇 𝐓 𝐎 𝐖 𝐄 𝐑

𝐒 𝐄 𝐂 𝐑 𝐄 𝐓 𝐀 𝐃 𝐌 𝐈 𝐑 𝐄 𝐑 𝐓 𝐑 𝐎 𝐏 𝐄

you, rhaenyra and alicent were raised together in the red keep. rhaenyra was fire, bold and unafraid. and then there was alicent who was composed, observant, careful with her words. and then there's you, prince daemon’s child, who stood somewhere in between, your tongue sharp when needed and warm when it mattered. the three of you ran through corridors together, whispered secrets beneath blankets, and stood shoulder to shoulder when court grew too heavy. where one went, the others followed, the three of you were inseparable.

the hand of the king had once been a second son himself, no lands and no titles to inherit. with nothing but a sharp mind and relentless ambition, otto had climbed his way to power with bare hands and careful strategy. and he has no intention of letting his eldest son begin from nothing as he did. so he did what he did best, he pulled strings.

a word here, a favor there and then a quiet suggestion placed before the king at the right moment. fefore long, his son, gwayne, was invited to remain within the walls of the red keep. the reason given was simple enough, gwayne would have training to knighthood and experience at court. but an ambitious man like otto did not maneuver for simple reasons. whether gwayne earned a white cloak or something more subtle did not matter. the only thing that matter was that he would have a place at court. a foothold or a leverage of some sort.

but it was way too complicated. you were prince daemon's child, gwayne could never forget the shame the prince had brought to him when he was unhorsed by the rogue prince in the most humiliating way during a tourney. prince daemon did not hesitate to make his disdain for the hand known, gwayne suspected the prince took it out on him back in the tourney to provoke the hand.

and that was when gwayne had noticed you. you were nothing like the rest of the court where others polished their words to impress, you spoke plainly. where they bowed and preened for favor, you stood as you were . you carried the rogue prince's fire but tempered with a sharp and deliberate mind. there was heat in you but there was thought behind it. in a castle full of careful smiles and practiced loyalties, you did not pretend. and that was what drew him in, more than your name and more than your dragon blood.

but there was also another layer of why he hesitates. gwayne had come to the red keep at his father's behest. he was here to train, to learn, to gain experience, to become a knight. or if his father's careful influence succeeds, he might be able to secure a higher position. gwayne knew better than to act on his own. even if desire stirred whenever you were near the courtyard where he was practicing.

he could not pursue you openly and recklessly. you were prince daemon's child and gwayne was merely a son of the hand. duty, responsibilities and the weight of your dragon bore down on him like iron. so he lingered, keeping distance. he observed, he admired, always careful with every glance measured, every step restrained, every heartbeat tethered by the impossibility of reaching for you.

until he decided he could no longer keep it to himself. one evening, he poured his thoughts onto parchment, a letter filled with careful honesty and quiet admiration. he did not sign his name, only his initial. he convinced himself it was safer this way, a way to reach you without risking too much. one evening, he slipped the letter into a book he knew you frequently borrowed from the sept’s library, leaving it where he hoped you would find it.

a few days later, he spotted you in the courtyard, sunlight catching the edges of the parchment as you read. you didn’t look up at him but the small, gentle smile that tugged at your lips made his chest tighten. the letters became more frequent, each one carefully folded, each word measured and sincere. until one afternoon, he overheard you speaking with alicent and rhaenyra about this mysterious admirer of yours, the one who left notes in your books, who watched quietly from afar. you spoke of curiosity, of a wish to meet them.

and then your words struck him like fire. the next time he left a note, it was accompanied by a tiny sketch of a native flower from oldtown, tucked delicately beside the parchment, a small, unassuming hint of his identity, meant only for you. alicent had been suspecting that the letters might be from her brother. the handwriting, a little too familiar to his. but the sketch of the oldtown flower was the confirmation she needed.

"you believe i would punish you for that?", she asked you, there was no anger in her tone but you caught something softer.

"i overstepped.", you answered her.

rhaenyra stopped walking and simply stared at you, you stopped on your tracks as well as you waited for the princess. "you overstepped?", she repeated, her eyebrows lifting. "please, you were simply attempting to keep me from being arrested for not sparing a coin for the trouble i caused earlier.", she added, a faint smile now on her lips.

"i forgot my place.", you insisted, swallowing thickly.

most lords tripped over themselves to impress her, to praise her, to appear loyal, to get to her good side. yet you do not try to flatter her and you do not say what you believe she wishes to hear. no one had ever raised their voice at her, no one had dared to argue with het yet you had without even meaning to. she should have been offended yet it intrigued her, it was a lot more refreshing than she'd even admit.

"i have a feeling you were used to speaking plainly with my uncle.", she spoke as she continued to stroll, making you follow her.

you let out a hum, "he wants me to speak my mind, he does not like it when i beat around the bush.", you informed the princess.

"my uncle seems very fond of you.", she commented, making you chuckle, "you're a member of the city watch, are you not?"

"i used to, princess.", you corrected her.

she raised an eyebrow, that explains why you chose to flee from the scene earlier, you no longer hold the power of the city watch. "well, what happened?", she questioned you, glancing at you.

you shook your head at her, "i don't think i'm fit to become a city watch.", you simply told her, lowering your gaze to the ground.

"and why is that?", she mumbled, curious.

"there was one time, i had to strike someone for being thief. i—i couldn't bring myself to do it.", you told her, you shifted on your weight before adding, "and there is too much corruption."

she let out a chuckle, "corruption isn't anything new.", she says.

"yes but there's too many of them who wore the gold cloak for coin rather than duty and i do not wish to take part in it.", you replied to her.

"and you saw this?", she asked you.

you slowly nodded your head at her, "i saw it and i witnessed it. coins can turn a blind eye, coins can buy silence, princess.", you spoke.

"it is not much different than the red keep.", she informed you.

you let out a smile, "it's probably way worse there.", you replied.

"you aren't entirely wrong.", she answered you.

from the on, your conversation wandered far from where it had begun. from the corruption, to your faint memories and to parts of herself that she rarely ever spoke aloud. the more the two of you spoke, the tension that had once sat stiffly surrounding the two of you eased without either of you noticing. her posture became more relax, your replies came less measured and less guarded.

you even find yourself jesting with the princess and listening as she spoke, not because she was the princess of dragonstone or because she ordered you to but because you actually wanted to listen. her sharp mind, her quick shifts between defiance and vulnerability, the way her laughter came softer when it was genuine, it settled somewhere dangerously in your chest. almost like you liked her presence more than you should have.

it wasn't much different to the princess who was watching you with open curiosity. you intrigued her more than she would admit. time slipped unnoticed by the two of you until the sky began to pale at its edges. the first faint hint of dawn threatened the horizon and reality returned with it. without protest this time, she allowed you to escort her back toward the red keep, taking note how the streets were quieter now, washed in early grey light. king’s landing stirred slowly beneath it, unaware of theit princess walking its streets in a page’s disguise.

when the castle walls rose before you, tall and inevitable, something unspoken passed between you both. that this night had changed something. neither of you said it but the both of you both felt it. she did not lead you toward the main entrance. instead, she slowed, glancing once over her shoulder to ensure no one lingered too near.

there was a quiet calculation in her expression before she spoke, "this way.", she murmured softly.

before you could even question where she was going, she already shoved the drawn map of the secret passages of the red keep in your hands. you stared at it then at her. even for one night, even after only hours in your company, she had shown you something confidential as this. trust, given not in words but in action.

"why are you showing me this?", you asked the princess.

you lingered at her side as she led you along the outer wall of the Red Keep, away from the guarded gates and torchlit entrances. she stopped before a narrow stairs, it wound upward along the wall, leading to a small, weathered door set high above the ground. the early dawn light brushed her features in pale gold.

she held your gaze for a long moment before answering, "you could have dragged me back the moment trouble found us but you did not.", she simply answered you. her hand rested lightly against the cold stone of the stair, "and you did not treat me as some kind of prize to boast of. nor as something fragile to scold even when you raised your voice at the princess of dragonstone.", she added, a faint, almost teasing curve touched her lips.

there was no offense in it but you were still beyond confused, "forgive me princess but i still do not understand.", you replied to her.

just so you'll know where to find me if you began missing me, she replied in her head but instead spoke these words, "no reason at all.", she simply answered you, shrugging casually.

she stepped up onto the first stair, then paused, looking back down at you reluctantly, though she tried not to show it. "before first light.", she reminded you with her lips pressed in a straight line.

"before first light.", you repeated, nodding at her.

for the first time since the night began, she did not look like a princess returning to her chambers. she looked like someone reluctant for the night to end. she had climbed halfway up the narrow stone steps when you turned to take your leave, thinking it wiser not to linger beneath the walls of the red keep any longer than necessary.

"when will i see you again?", you heard her say. the question stopped you mid-step, turning around to face her.

the princess now stood above you on the stair, dawn light catching in her silver hair, her expression carefully composed but her eyes gave her away which you did not expect. "princess?", you say, confused.

"where can i find you?", she added, quieter now, looking down at you.

for a moment, you simply stared at her with your eyebrows furrowed together. it would have been easier if she had dismissed you with a simply nod. easier if this night had remained what it was meant to be, a fleeting misadventure. you did not answer her at once, studying her instead, the way her fingers curled slightly against the stone rail, the way her shoulders remained squared despite the uncertainty flickering in her eyes.

you swallowed thickly, "why?", you asked her carefully.

rhaenyra's gaze drifted briefly toward the paling horizon, then back to you. the composure she wore so easily in court faltered, just slightly. she opened her mouth to answer you but stopped herself because how in the seven can she explain to you that she ha enjoyed speaking with you being judged or compared, that you had looked at her and seen not only a princess but a person.

her chin lifted faintly, though her voice softened. she hesitated, searching for something that did not sound that she's giving it all away. she took a sharp breath, gathering her thoughts and the right words to say to you, "i found tonight pleasant.", she said at last then there was a small pause before she quickly added, "i enjoyed it."

you took note how her fingers tightened subtly against the stone, your eyes meeting hers again. the dawn light crept higher, illuminating the space between you. she had not said she enjoyed you but she had come closer to what she badly wants to admit to you. you swallowed, forcing sense back into your thoughts even if there was a twinge of flutter in your chest at her admittance.

"it cannot happen again, princess.", you answered, shaking your head. her expression shifted, wanting to say something but you beat her to it, "it is too dangerous for you to be out here without a guard, princess. i risked my head from the king the moment i agreed on prince daemon's request to give you a tour.", you told her, voice steadier than you felt.

her eyes lifted to yours before quickly away again as though holding your gaze too long might reveal something she was still trying to understand. "you know the city, i do not.", she added, quieter now.

you watched as she shifted her weight, hands folding briefly before she caught herself and let them fall to her sides. "of course, princess.", you told her and so you began leading her deeper into flea bottom.

at first, it was nothing more than walking. slow steps through lantern lit streets, past open doorways spilling music and laughter into the night. you kept half a pace ahead, alert to every passerby, every shadow that lingered too long. surviving in flea bottom and being a former gold cloak, heightened your senses to your surroundings like this.

the princess stayed close, in fact a little closer than necessarily required. your arms would occasionally brush against each others but neither of you commented about it. you chose the steadier and less darker passages but whenever you had no choice but to pass one, your hands were already rested lightly on the hilt of your dagger, ready for anything that may come your way.

meanwhile, she studied everything with sharp curiosity. noting how the patched roofs leaning precariously against one another, the laundry strung from beam to beam like banners of survival. the alleys were getting narrower, twisting and uneven under her foot. the walls bore the strains of smoke, sweat, rain and something else she couldn't name.

despite being the hour of the owl, children darted between streets and passages while the merchants called heir last sales for the night. there was a group of men gambling at the end of one of the street which soon turned into a brawl among them man as they were passing quietly. flea bottom was a world of noise, of smell, of life pressed tightly together, of survival. it was nothing like the red keep's polished marble halls.

princess rhaenyra's eyes were busy scanning the crowded street that she didn’t notice the woman in front of her until it was too late. she bumped into the woman’s shoulder and the basket of unsold goods tumbled to the ground. "by the sevens! watch where you're going!", the woman shouted, frantically trying to gather her scattered produce.

the princess blinked, cheeks coloring, "i—i didn't mean—"

nearby, a gold cloak turned his gaze toward the commotion. you quickly patted your pocket, fingers brushing against cloth and leather, searching for a coin to settle the woman's grievance but found nothing. your heart sank to your stomach before glancing at the princess, hoping she might have any coins. but to your dismay, she shook her head slightly, eyes wide and cheeks burning.

from the corner of your eye, you saw the gold cloak strut forward your direction. instinctively, your hand hovered near her elbow, "we need to move now.", you mumbled to her, your eyes not leaving the gold cloak.

"wha—", she started but you just simply grabbed her firmly. her heart hitched faintly, hesitating before letting herself be pulled along.

"someone stop them!", the woman shouted as the two of you darted down a side alley, the shouts and gold cloak fading behind you. the two of you ducked into a narrow alley as you flee from the trouble the princess didn't mean to cause.

what started as an awkward city tour filled with tension and light conversation turned into something dangerous, forcing closeness with you and the princess as you proceeded to an ever narrower alley, one barely wide enough for the two of you. the walls rose high and close, trapping the sound of your breathing between damp stone and shadow.

the two of you held your breath at the distant clang of armor and the barked orders of gold cloaks echoed passing by, their pursuit unmistakable. there was nowhere else to go, unintentionally pressing her back against the wall, stepping in front of her to shield her from view as heavy boots thundered past the mouth of the alley.

your hand hovered near your dagger, the other braced against the stone beside her shoulder. you were close, far too close, she thought. you were close enough that you could feel the rise and fall of her breath, uneven now. close enough that the faint scent of smoke and silk clung stubbornly to her despite the disguise. for a suspended moment, neither of you spoke. the danger outside forced stillness between you, forced proximity neither of you could retreat from.

in that suffocating stillness, you made your decision, "princess.", you whispered, voice low and close to her ear, "i think it would be best if you return to the castle now.", you told her.

her breath caught at your suggestion, for a fleeting second, something stubborn flickered in her eyes. she did not want it to end like this, not when the night had only just started to making her forget the weight of her name. she parted her lips, ready to argue but you did not let her.

"if they catch you and recognize you, it will not end well for you and me, princess.", you mumbled firmly to her, almost begging now.

the title felt heavier now. a reminder of the wall between you. her jaw tightened, she would not back down without a fight. "now? but the tour has barely even began.", she replied to you.

"this is no longer a tour not when your life is at risk, princess.", you tried to reason with her.

but then you saw how she lifted her chin with a defiant tilt, "i will return at first light.", she answered you, firmly.

"at first light?", you repeated, eyebrows furrowing at her.

"yes, at first light.", she confirmed to you. "i have not seen half the city. you would not send me back after one spilled basket.", she says, stubborn and unwavering.

you exhaled sharply through your nose, not expecting the heir to the iron throne to be this stubborn. "if anyone discovers you are not in your chambers by dawn, it will become a problem for those you are serving you, your father, for me and for you.", you stated.

that gave her a pause, the reality finally settling slowly over her, not by the danger of thieves or the gold cloaks but the scandals. the princess doesn't know if she can take any more whispers amongst the court, she could already hear the questions coming in the morrow if her bed was found empty. and just when you thought that this conversation isn't going anywhere, you heard her release a deep sigh.

"very well. i will return before the first light.", she said to you, though you could still hear the reluctance lingering in her voice.