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𝖍𝖊  𝖜𝖗𝖎𝖙𝖊𝖘  𝖔𝖓𝖑𝖞  𝖇𝖊𝖈𝖆𝖚𝖘𝖊  𝖍𝖊  𝖎𝖘  𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖒𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖉  𝖙𝖔.  why  else  would  the  storm  lord  address  such  a  pathetic  creature   …   he  has  no  respect  for  aerion  at  all,  could  not  care  less  about  the  ill-mannered  brat.  and  yet,  he  must  find  the  words.  he  cannot.  parchment  litters  the  table  ―  half-formed  openings,  abandoned  courtesies,  lines  crossed  out  so  hard  that  the  quill  had  torn  the  page. 

𝓎𝑜𝓊  𝒶𝓇𝑒  𝒶  𝒻𝑜𝑜𝓁𝒾𝓈𝒽  𝒷𝑜𝓎.  ℐ𝒻  𝒹𝓇𝒶𝑔𝑜𝓃𝓈  𝓌𝑒𝓇𝑒  𝒶𝓈  𝓃𝑜𝒷𝓁𝑒  𝒶𝓈  𝓉𝒽𝑒  𝓈𝑜𝓃𝑔𝓈  𝒸𝓁𝒶𝒾𝓂,  𝓉𝒽𝑒  𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓁𝓂  𝓌𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹  𝓃𝑜𝓉  𝓉𝓇𝑒𝓂𝒷𝓁𝑒  𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎  𝓉𝒾𝓂𝑒  𝑜𝓃𝑒  𝑜𝒻  𝓎𝑜𝓊  𝒹𝓇𝒶𝓌𝓈  𝒷𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓉𝒽.  𝓎𝑜𝓊  𝓈𝒽𝒶𝓂𝑒𝒹  𝓉𝒽𝑒  𝓁𝒾𝓈𝓉𝓈.  𝓎𝑜𝓊  𝓈𝒽𝒶𝓂𝑒𝒹  𝓉𝒽𝑒  𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓁𝓂.  𝓎𝑜𝓊  𝓈𝒽𝒶𝓂𝑒𝒹  𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇  𝒻𝒶𝓂𝒾𝓁𝓎  𝒶𝓃𝒹  𝓉𝒽𝑒  𝓉𝒾𝓉𝓁𝑒  𝓎𝑜𝓊  𝓅𝓇𝑒𝓉𝑒𝓃𝒹  𝓉𝑜  𝒹𝑒𝓈𝑒𝓇𝓋𝑒.

he  should  burn  them.  he  does.  gathering  the  worst  of  the  pages  (  the  honest  ones,  the  dangerous  ones  ),  he  feeds  them  to  the  hearth,  flames  curling  eagerly  around  the  parchment,  devouring ink and fury alike.  words  twisted,  blackened,  vanished.  only  when  the  last  scrap  fell  to  ash  did  he  reach  for  a  fresh  sheet.  only  then  did  he  begin  the  letter  his  father  demanded   …   the  one  formed  of  hollow  words,  tasting  like  𝔰𝔴𝔞𝔩𝔩𝔬𝔴𝔢𝔡  𝔭𝔯𝔦𝔡𝔢  &&  𝔰𝔞𝔩𝔱𝔴𝔞𝔱𝔢𝔯. 

❝  𝒫𝓇𝒾𝓃𝒸𝑒  𝒜𝑒𝓇𝒾𝑜𝓃,       

𝓂𝓎  𝓁𝑜𝓇𝒹  𝒻𝒶𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇  𝒽𝒶𝓈  𝒸𝑜𝓂𝓂𝒶𝓃𝒹𝑒𝒹  𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉  ℐ  𝓌𝓇𝒾𝓉𝑒  𝓉𝑜  𝓎𝑜𝓊  𝓇𝑒𝑔𝒶𝓇𝒹𝒾𝓃𝑔  𝓉𝒽𝑒  𝓉𝓇𝒾𝒶𝓁  𝒶𝓉  𝒜𝓈𝒽𝒻𝑜𝓇𝒹  𝒶𝓃𝒹  𝓂𝓎  𝓅𝓁𝒶𝒸𝑒  𝒶𝓁𝑜𝓃𝑔𝓈𝒾𝒹𝑒  𝓈𝑒𝓇  𝒟𝓊𝓃𝒸𝒶𝓃  𝒶𝓈  𝑜𝓃𝑒  𝑜𝒻  𝓉𝒽𝑒  𝒹𝑒𝒻𝑒𝓃𝒹𝒶𝓃𝓉'𝓈  𝒸𝒽𝒶𝓂𝓅𝒾𝑜𝓃𝓈.  ℐ  𝑜𝒷𝑒𝓎  𝒽𝒾𝓂,  𝒶𝓈  𝒶𝓃𝓎  𝒹𝓊𝒻𝒾𝒻𝓊𝓁  𝓈𝑜𝓃  𝓂𝓊𝓈𝓉,  𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽  ℐ  𝒾𝓂𝒶𝑔𝒾𝓃𝑒  𝓂𝓎  𝑜𝒷𝑒𝒹𝒾𝑒𝓃𝒸𝑒  𝓂𝒶𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓈  𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓉𝓁𝑒  𝓉𝑜  𝓎𝑜𝓊,  ℐ  𝒹𝑜𝓊𝒷𝓉  𝒾𝓉  𝒸𝒶𝓇𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓈  𝒶𝓃𝓎  𝓌𝑒𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉  𝒷𝑒𝓈𝒾𝒹𝑒  𝓉𝒽𝑒  𝒿𝓊𝒹𝑔𝑒𝓂𝑒𝓃𝓉  𝑜𝒻  𝒶  𝓅𝓇𝒾𝓃𝒸𝑒.  𝓇𝑒𝑔𝒶𝓇𝒹𝓁𝑒𝓈𝓈,  𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒  𝒾𝓈  𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉  ℐ  𝓂𝓊𝓈𝓉  𝓈𝒶𝓎  …

ℐ  𝓈𝓉𝑜𝑜𝒹  𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒  𝒽𝑜𝓃𝑜𝓊𝓇  𝓇𝑒𝓆𝓊𝒾𝓇𝑒𝒹  𝓂𝑒  𝓉𝑜  𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓃𝒹.  𝓉𝒽𝑒  𝓁𝒶𝓌  𝒸𝒶𝓁𝓁𝑒𝒹  𝒻𝑜𝓇  𝓈𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓃,  𝒶𝓃𝒹  ℐ  𝒶𝓃𝓈𝓌𝑒𝓇𝑒𝒹  𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓁𝓎.  𝓃𝑜  𝓂𝒶𝓃  𝑜𝒻  𝑔𝑜𝑜𝒹  𝒷𝒾𝓇𝓉𝒽  𝒸𝒶𝓃  𝓇𝑒𝒻𝓊𝓈𝑒  𝓈𝓊𝒸𝒽  𝒶  𝓈𝓊𝓂𝓂𝑜𝓃𝓈  𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓊𝓉  𝓈𝒽𝒶𝓂𝒾𝓃𝑔  𝒽𝒾𝓂𝓈𝑒𝓁𝒻  𝒶𝓃𝒹  𝒽𝒾𝓈  𝒽𝑜𝓊𝓈𝑒.  𝓇𝑒𝓈𝓉  𝒶𝓈𝓈𝓊𝓇𝑒𝒹  𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉  𝓂𝓎  𝒸𝒽𝑜𝒾𝒸𝑒  𝓌𝒶𝓈  𝓃𝑜𝓉  𝓂𝒶𝒹𝑒  𝒾𝓃  𝒹𝑒𝒻𝒾𝒶𝓃𝒸𝑒  𝑜𝒻  𝓎𝑜𝓊,  𝓃𝑜𝓇  𝒾𝓃  𝒸𝒽𝒶𝓁𝓁𝑒𝓃𝑔𝑒  𝓉𝑜  𝓉𝒽𝑒  𝒸𝓇𝑜𝓌𝓃,  𝒷𝓊𝓉  𝒾𝓃  𝒶𝒸𝒸𝑜𝓇𝒹𝒶𝓃𝒸𝑒  𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽  𝓉𝒽𝑒  𝒸𝓊𝓈𝓉𝑜𝓂𝓈  𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉  𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒  𝑔𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓇𝑒𝓃𝑒𝒹  𝓉𝒽𝑒  𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓁𝓂  𝓈𝒾𝓃𝒸𝑒  𝓁𝑜𝓃𝑔  𝒷𝑒𝒻𝑜𝓇𝑒  𝑒𝒾𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇  𝑜𝒻  𝓊𝓈  𝒻𝒾𝓇𝓈𝓉  𝒹𝓇𝑒𝓌  𝒷𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓉𝒽.     ℐ  𝒹𝑜  𝓃𝑜𝓉  𝓅𝓇𝑒𝓈𝓊𝓂𝑒  𝓉𝑜  𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓈𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃  𝓉𝒽𝑒  𝒿𝓊𝓈𝓉𝒾𝒸𝑒  𝓎𝑜𝓊  𝓈𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽𝓉  𝓉𝑜  𝓊𝓅𝒽𝑜𝓁𝒹,  𝓃𝑜𝓇  𝓉𝒽𝑒  𝓂𝒶𝓃𝓃𝑒𝓇  𝒾𝓃  𝓌𝒽𝒾𝒸𝒽  𝓎𝑜𝓊  𝓅𝓊𝓇𝓈𝓊𝑒𝒹  𝒾𝓉.  𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓈𝑒  𝓂𝒶𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓈  𝓁𝒾𝑒  𝒻𝒶𝓇  𝒶𝒷𝑜𝓋𝑒  𝓂𝓎  𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃.  𝓎𝑒𝓉,  ℐ  𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁  𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓉𝑒  𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈  𝓅𝓁𝒶𝒾𝓃𝓁𝓎  ~  ℐ  𝒶𝒸𝓉𝑒𝒹  𝒶𝓈  𝒶𝓃𝓎  𝓀𝓃𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉  𝓈𝓌𝑜𝓇𝓃  𝓉𝑜  𝓉𝒽𝑒  𝓁𝒶𝓌𝓈  𝑜𝒻  𝓉𝒽𝑒  𝓈𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓃  𝓀𝒾𝓃𝑔𝒹𝑜𝓂𝓈  𝓌𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹  𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒  𝒶𝒸𝓉𝑒𝒹  𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓃  𝒸𝒶𝓁𝓁𝑒𝒹  𝓉𝑜  𝒹𝑒𝒻𝑒𝓃𝒹  𝒶  𝓂𝒶𝓃'𝓈  𝓇𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉  𝓉𝑜  𝓉𝓇𝒾𝒶𝓁.    𝓂𝓎  𝓁𝑜𝓇𝒹  𝒻𝒶𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇  𝒷𝒾𝒹𝓈  𝓂𝑒  𝒸𝑜𝓃𝓋𝑒𝓎  𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉  𝒽𝑜𝓊𝓈𝑒  𝒷𝒶𝓇𝒶𝓉𝒽𝑒𝑜𝓃  𝒷𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓈  𝓎𝑜𝓊  𝓃𝑜  𝒾𝓁𝓁  𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁  𝒻𝑜𝓇  𝓉𝒽𝑒  𝑜𝓊𝓉𝒸𝑜𝓂𝑒  𝑜𝒻  𝓉𝒽𝑒  𝓉𝓇𝒾𝒶𝓁,  𝓃𝑜𝓇  𝓉𝒽𝑒  𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓃𝓉𝓈  𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉  𝓅𝓇𝑒𝒸𝑒𝒹𝑒𝒹  𝒾𝓉, 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓌𝑒 𝓇𝑒𝓂𝒶𝒾𝓃 𝓁𝑜𝓎𝒶𝓁 𝓉𝑜 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒽𝑜𝓊𝓈𝑒 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒸𝓇𝑜𝓌𝓃.  ℐ  𝓇𝑒𝓁𝒶𝓎  𝒽𝒾𝓈  𝓌𝑜𝓇𝒹𝓈  𝒻𝒶𝒾𝓉𝒽𝒻𝓊𝓁𝓁𝓎,  𝒶𝓈  𝒾𝓃𝓈𝓉𝓇𝓊𝒸𝓉𝑒𝒹.  𝒽𝑒  𝒾𝓈  𝒶  𝒸𝒶𝓊𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓊𝓈  𝓂𝒶𝓃,  𝒶𝓃𝒹  𝒽𝑒  𝒷𝑒𝓁𝒾𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓈  𝒾𝓉  𝓌𝒾𝓈𝑒  𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉  𝓃𝑜  𝓈𝒽𝒶𝒹𝑜𝓌  𝑜𝒻  𝓂𝒾𝓈𝓊𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓃𝒹𝒾𝓃𝑔  𝓈𝒽𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹  𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑔𝑒𝓇  𝒷𝑒𝓉𝓌𝑒𝑒𝓃  𝑜𝓊𝓇  𝒽𝑜𝓊𝓈𝑒𝓈.   

𝒶𝓈  𝒻𝑜𝓇  𝓂𝓎𝓈𝑒𝓁𝒻  ~  ℐ  𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁  𝓈𝒶𝓎  𝑜𝓃𝓁𝓎  𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈,  𝒶  𝓂𝒶𝓃'𝓈  𝓌𝑜𝓇𝓉𝒽  𝒾𝓈  𝓂𝑒𝒶𝓈𝓊𝓇𝑒𝒹  𝒷𝓎  𝒽𝑜𝓌  𝒽𝑒  𝓉𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓉𝓈  𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓈𝑒  𝒷𝑒𝓃𝑒𝒶𝓉𝒽  𝒽𝒾𝓂,  𝓃𝑜𝓉  𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓈𝑒  𝒽𝑒  𝒸𝒶𝓃  𝓈𝓉𝓇𝒾𝓀𝑒  𝒹𝑜𝓌𝓃  𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓊𝓉  𝒸𝑜𝓃𝓈𝑒𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓃𝒸𝑒.  𝒾𝓉  𝒾𝓈  𝒶  𝓉𝓇𝓊𝓉𝒽  ℐ  𝓌𝒶𝓈  𝓇𝒶𝒾𝓈𝑒𝒹  𝓉𝑜  𝒽𝑜𝓁𝒹.  𝓇𝑒𝒸𝑒𝓃𝓉  𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓃𝓉𝓈  𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒  𝑜𝒻𝒻𝑒𝓇𝑒𝒹  𝓂𝓊𝒸𝒽  𝒻𝑜𝓇  𝒶𝓁𝓁  𝓂𝑒𝓃  𝓉𝑜  𝒸𝑜𝓃𝓈𝒾𝒹𝑒𝓇,  𝒶𝓃𝒹  ℐ  𝓉𝓇𝓊𝓈𝓉  𝓉𝒽𝑒  𝑔𝑜𝒹𝓈  𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁  𝓈𝑒𝑒  𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉  𝓉𝓇𝓊𝓉𝒽  𝒸𝒶𝓇𝓇𝒾𝑒𝒹  𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒  𝒾𝓉  𝓃𝑒𝑒𝒹𝓈  𝓉𝑜  𝒷𝑒  𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓇𝒹 ...    

ℐ  𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁  𝓃𝑜𝓉  𝓉𝓇𝑜𝓊𝒷𝓁𝑒  𝓎𝑜𝓊  𝒻𝓊𝓇𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇,  ℐ  𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒  𝓃𝑜  𝒹𝑒𝓈𝒾𝓇𝑒  𝓉𝑜  𝒾𝓃𝓉𝓇𝓊𝒹𝑒  𝓊𝓅𝑜𝓃  𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇  𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽𝓉𝓈  𝑜𝓇  𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇  𝓉𝒾𝓂𝑒.

𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽  𝓉𝒽𝑒  𝓇𝑒𝓈𝓅𝑒𝒸𝓉  𝑜𝓌𝑒𝒹  𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇  𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃,     ℐ  𝓇𝑒𝓂𝒶𝒾𝓃,  𝒶𝓈  𝒹𝓊𝓉𝓎  𝓇𝑒𝓆𝓊𝒾𝓇𝑒𝓈,     ~  𝒮𝑒𝓇  ℒ𝓎𝑜𝓃𝑒𝓁  𝑜𝒻  ℋ𝑜𝓊𝓈𝑒  ℬ𝒶𝓇𝒶𝓉𝒽𝑒𝑜𝓃.  ❞

‘aerion’ the name is spoken with reserved cordiality, a tone more accustomed to being used towards acquaintances than kin by marriage. the fact that they are indeed kin is an unfortunate consequence of her marriage and one that bodes ill to dwell upon. she had thought to give aerion the benefit of the doubt by initially choosing to believe that many of the whispers about his character were nothing more than the typical rumors so gladly spun about those in positions of prominence. for once, however, it could indeed be said that rumors spoke true. it was not to be expected that she have a warm relationship with all valarr’s kin but she thought it likely that she would never see aerion as more than an acquaintance of circumstance.

✯ A SONG OF ICE AND FIRE SENTENCES — accepting!

WARM FELT LIKE AN UNDERSTATEMENT. Hot would've been a better choice, well for her at least. It wasn't necessarily every day one would find themselves in the company of someone like Aerion and Ayldri was trying to piece together what he could've meant by that. She was walking through the meadow with him, grass brushing along the hem of the dress she despised with every fiber of her being.

Attending social events weren't as fun as people made them out to be, let alone some name day of a girl she barely knew. Her family had been asked to attend for a reason she couldn't remember and it turns out so did his, either that or they had no choice but to go. For some reason, she was under the impression it was the latter and not the former.

"A good day to avoid everyone, I hope." Was it easy to tell how much she could find a multitude of reasons to excuse herself from every conversation possible? Aerion was the exception it seemed. She had asked him previously what they were out here for but she fears that question intentionally went unanswered to keep the suspense for just a while longer.