𝓒𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓮𝓲 𝓛𝓪𝓷𝓷𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻.

In the wake of enemies raining fire from the heavens above, she shall not be burdened by its strike. Forged with mettle, the stride of her craft outmaneuvers all.

Outweighing the possibility of failure. If it shall come, woe be the one who lingers with faux triumphs that shall undoubtedly ignite her wrath.

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“Yes?“

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She would leap out of the Red Keep for her children, without question. They are her only weakness. If she even is considered to have any weakness.

Supremacy.

The Queen doesn’t envy the escapade of those around her, she abhors it.

Time will tell.

She only hopes the ash covers The Dragon Queen ever so softly.

“The more pressing question is... what are /you/ going to do, my ‘King.’ Mope—yet again—about not having your way with a woman you brushed with in the midst of the night? You sit in your filth, nothing more now.”

“I have my reasons, just as you do. However trivial you deem them to be. —the aroma of incense is a wondrous thing, is it not?” Dagger eyes flashed him

“Besides. The increase of your girth has yet to slow down.” Sips her Dornish wine that Tyrion had so gracious left after the council meeting.

“Your attempts to disminish me to anything less than what I am is empty and dry, you fumbling oaf.”

“Robert, go drink your poison.”

“I left a cup of vinegar and salt. Some gasoline. Oh and some matches.”