𝐋𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬 . . .

ᅠᅠᅠᅠ ᅠᅠᅠᅠ 𝐏rince Baelon of 𝐇ouse 𝐓argaryen . ᅠᅠᅠᅠ ᅠᅠᅠᅠ

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/ hell yeah, take your time and i will happily wait 🫡

/ oh hello there

/ kinda let my boy die omg 😭😭

hmm .ᐣ what .ᐣ ( it appears the hand of the king zoned out during the conversation . )

daemon keeps trying to steal darksister while i sleep. this boy is going to be the death of me.

no, no, you need not worry about such things. the burden is mine and i must bare it brother.

if another one of these cunts makes demands of me, i am inclined to feed them to vhagar.

gods ... put me down and save me from this council .

/ can i write King Baelon au .ᐣ

good morrow to his family. the rest of you.. eh. he will be breaking his fast.

my hair is actually not this colour, no. this is simply from the stress my family puts me through, so... yeah.

ᅠᅠᅠᅠ ᅠᅠᅠᅠ have you met my sons, uncle .ᐣ ᅠᅠᅠᅠ ᅠᅠᅠᅠ

hehe.. he's kicking their door open and tossing her on the bed before closing their door. belt was undone and an audible sigh could be heard. decompressing after the day he's had. "gods.. you look amazing right now.."

sleep .ᐣ as punishment .ᐣ oh -- oh no ... h-how terrible .ᐟ.ᐟ

smirking. shall they go to bed?

his duties are done for the day. unless, she does not wish to share the night together. it has been some time since he's taken vhagar to flight.

he would carry her regardless, layers have never been a problem. anyways, they're going to their chambers. to rest, just the two of them.