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xn--g5b.xn--psd @cloaksoath ﹔
𝓉he royal family was visiting Oldtown, since that was where the king and queen’s youngest son lived and served as a squire. although the High Tower was more crowded than usual, ››
xn--g5b.xn--psd @southsbeacon ﹔
𝒶s with his first marriage, Ormund decided to wed his second wife at the Starry Sept, as it was the grandest place of faith. although it was less crowded than the first ceremony, ››
xn--g5b.xn--psd @southsbeacon ﹔
𝒶s with his first marriage, Ormund decided to wed his second wife at the Starry Sept, as it was the grandest place of faith. although it was less crowded than the first ceremony, ››
there were still lords and ladies present, relatives and a few others to witness the union.
the bride, nervous beneath her veil, had just been led to the altar with her father by her side, ››
ﾠ 𝒉er sister’s words were ones Samantha had already expected, but nevertheless, it hurt to hear them. she was still trying to accept her new title, her new family, and the reality of being a wife.
“please, don’t leave me.” ››
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⠀⠀——@rowantha
head resting against the cold stone of the early morning, sansara exhaled a heavy breath. she watched as oldtown began to wake, the market beginning it’s steady hum of conversation.
and she looked out upon the further ~
ﾠ “my husband considers me … incapable of having thoughts about the war, my lady. your brothers value your ideas more, i suppose .ᐣ”
the lady leaned gently against the window, ››
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⠀⠀——@rowantha
her steps were light, teora enjoying the freedom of the gown with every step. she’d so often been in the heavy armour, beside her sister-in-law these days. war falling onto every doorstep.
“ it would seem your husband, ~
ﾠ “i do not blame you, Daeron … if you had joined the battle, you might have perished alongside him.”
the lady looks at him at last, ››
ﾠ “of course.”
Samantha barely had time to speak before his lips met hers, at first with an almost tender touch, whilst the next seemed enough to leave her breathless. ››
with flushed cheeks, she nodded in agreement, her fingers having already slipped from the harp strings.
“indeed, i awaited you so that we might break our fast together, my lord,” she suggested gently, ››