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แ…  แ…  แ…  แ…  โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €๐–ฒ๐–ค๐–ฑ ๐–ง๐– ๐–ฑ๐–ถ๐–จ๐–ญ โ€˜๐–ก๐–ฑ๐–ค๐– ๐–ช๐–ก๐–ฎ๐–ญ๐–ค๐–ฒโ€™ โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €๐–ฒ๐–ณ๐–ฑ๐–ฎ๐–ญ๐–ฆ. ๐–ฅ๐–จ๐–ฑ๐–ฒ๐–ณโ€”๐–ก๐–ฎ๐–ฑ๐–ญ ๐–ฒ๐–ฎ๐–ญ. โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €๐–ข๐–ฎ๐–ฌ๐–ฌ๐– ๐–ญ๐–ฃ๐–ค๐–ฑ ๐–ฎ๐–ฅ ๐–ณ๐–ง๐–ค ๐–ข๐–จ๐–ณ๐–ธโ€™๐–ฒ โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €๐–ถ๐– ๐–ณ๐–ข๐–ง. โ €โ €โ €โ €โ € แ…  แ…  แ…  แ… 
โ € โ € โ €โ €โ €๐–ธ๐–ฎ๐–ด ๐–ง๐– ๐–ต๐–ค ๐–ธ๐–ฎ๐–ด๐–ฑ ๐–ง๐–ฎ๐–ญ๐–ฎ๐–ด๐–ฑ โ € โ € โ €โ €โ €๐– ๐–ญ๐–ฃ ๐“˜ ๐–ง๐– ๐–ต๐–ค โ €โ€ฆ โ € ๐Œ๐ˆ๐๐„.
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๐“ฃhe halls were still, save for the flicker of torchlight and the quiet shift of Harwinโ€™s weight as he adjusted his stance. Hours had passed since heโ€™d last spoken. He didnโ€™t mind the silence. It let him listen. The creak of settling stone. A servantโ€™s soft steps far below.
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Harwin Strongโ€™s shadow stretched long across the corridor floor as he walked the Red Keepโ€™s stone halls, his stride heavy with purpose. Kingโ€™s Landing had always felt stifling to himโ€”the air thick with whispers, alliances, secrets that coiled like snakes behind every smile. He โ€”โ€”
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missed the Riverlands: the honest smell of horses, the open air, the sense of earth beneath his feet that wasnโ€™t paved in marble. Still, duty bound him here. That, and his fatherโ€™s ambition.
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๐“—arwin Strong stood at the edge of the yard, arms folded across his broad chest, the leather of his tunic creaking with each breath. His presence alone seemed to silence the rowdy clamor of the squires, whoโ€™d been half-heartedly sparring until his arrival. Sunlight filtered โ€”โ€”
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weakly through the overcast sky, glinting off the steel of his sword strapped across his backโ€”a weapon he rarely drew, but never seemed to need to.
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โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €ser strong is dressed in only โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €simple clothing, breeches โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €used and a poet shirt used โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €for menial tasks. soft curls โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €are encased, the captain โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €bent over his own armour โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €with rag in hand, dutifully โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €cleaning.
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โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ € โ € โ €โ €โ € / my harwin is a little more โ € โ €โ €โ € book based. when rhaenyra โ €โ €โ €โ € leaves for dragonstone, my โ €โ €โ €โ € harwin accompanies her as โ €โ €โ €โ € her personal sworn shield โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €
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โ €โ €โ € โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €/ what if i make the red โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €kraken? โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €
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โ € โ €โ €โ € / give this man some interactions, โ € โ €โ €โ € let me give him what he deserves
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โ € โ €โ €โ € โ €โ €โ €โ € he stands before the ocean, โ € โ €โ €โ € glimmering irises observing โ € โ €โ €โ € each wave that breaks shore โ € โ €โ €โ €
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โ € โ €โ €โ € โ €โ €โ €โ € good morn, the rightful heir โ € โ €โ €โ € and team black. what type โ €โ €โ €โ € of mischief are they up to โ € โ €โ €โ € today? โ € โ €โ €โ €
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โ €โ €โ €โ €โ € โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €good tidings. the strong's โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €lips quirk with lively simper. โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €a golden cloak flutters โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €just bare in the wind that โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €runs through the streets. โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €
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โ €โ €โ €โ € โ €โ €โ €โ € โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €@valyrianichor โ €โ €โ €โ € โ €โ €โ €โ €
none but you knows my heart.
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โ €โ €โ €โ € reverence for the princess is an โ €โ €โ €โ € old companion, flooding harwin' โ €โ €โ €โ € veins and seeping into even the โ €โ €โ €โ € smallest capillaries. "there is no โ €โ €โ €โ € sight that compares to rhaenyra โ €โ €โ €โ € targaryen." a belief he will die +
๏ธ๏ธ ๏ธ๏ธ ๏ธ๏ธ ๏ธ๏ธ such a serious man , a strong man , pun intended. yet he grew so tender , showcasing emotions around her. his thumb traces beneath her lower lip which has the princess releasing a shaky little exhale. tongue peaks , moistening her suddenly dry ยป
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โ €โ €โ €โ € believing in. change she has as โ €โ €โ €โ € any woman's body does after the โ €โ €โ €โ € labour of childbirth, but with each โ €โ €โ €โ € child her beauty has only grown. โ €โ €โ €โ € "nothing shall change how i see +
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โ €โ €โ €โ € laughter is lavish as it pours from โ €โ €โ €โ €his lips akin to a babbling brook, โ €โ €โ €โ €calloused fingers interlacing within โ €โ €โ €โ € the Targaryen's famed ashen hair. โ €โ €โ €โ € "i could never hurt you, for hurting โ €โ €โ €โ € you would hurt me."
๏ธ๏ธ ๏ธ๏ธ ๏ธ๏ธ ๏ธ๏ธ ๏ธ๏ธ โ€œ i sure hope you have , ser strong for i would be most hurt otherwise. โ€ a light jest amidst the tender moment in the dark room.
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โ € โ €โ €โ € a familiar lazed smirk rises โ €โ €โ €โ € upon his brims, hands โ €โ €โ €โ € long settled on his belt. โ €โ €โ € golden cape hangs from โ €โ €โ €โ €his shoulders, the knight โ €โ €โ €โ € standing within the rays โ €โ €โ €โ € of the warm sun. โ €
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โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €an easy distraction, supple flesh โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €bitten and rendering a habitually โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €stoic concentration rescinded. โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €air slips over parted lips, harwin โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €weakened by her presence and โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €casting a gloved thumb beneath +
๏ธ๏ธ ๏ธ๏ธ ๏ธ๏ธ ๏ธ๏ธ ๏ธ๏ธ rhaenyra gazes up at him , eyelashes batting and lips parted slightly. she chuckles , biting the corner of said lip. โ€œ do you now ๏น–i shall refer to you as such more often then โ€ she murmurs , loving the closeness between them.
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โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €her lower lip with an endless โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €care. space isn't a living notion โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €in the current present, the pair โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €drawn close. smile easily sets โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €into his fair visage, seeping into โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €profuse browns. "you're so very โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €beautiful."
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โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ € โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ € โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €
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โ € โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €a chance was taken, scarred โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €fingers brushing along a pale โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €throat and once respectful โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €distant drastically shortened. โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ€œI do love it when you call me โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €beloved.โ€ he grins. โ€œI do know โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €you have many ideas.โ€ โ €
๏ธ๏ธ ๏ธ๏ธ ๏ธ๏ธ ๏ธ๏ธ ๏ธ๏ธ โ€œ oh my beloved kingsguard . . . you know i always have ideas โ€ and that mischief smirk appears. so chaotic even now, the blood of the dragon ran deep. restless and shameless she was and always will be.
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โ €โ €โ € โ €โ €โ €a bold statement from her lips, โ €โ €โ €but itโ€™s her fire that has always โ €โ €โ €attracted him. like a moth to a โ €โ €โ €flame. hide he does not, a grin โ €โ €โ €larger than any dragon forming. โ €โ €โ €โ€œit sounds like you have an idea.โ€ โ €โ €โ €
๏ธ๏ธ ๏ธ๏ธ ๏ธ๏ธ ๏ธ๏ธ ๏ธ๏ธ he may do that and much more . . . the walk sounds perfect.
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โ €โ €โ €โ € his nose is soon lost in ash โ €โ €โ €โ €curls, eyes fluttering shut โ €โ €โ €โ €as rhaenyraโ€™s scent flows to โ €โ €โ €โ €him. strong limbs envelop โ €โ €โ €โ €her with tenderness, pulling โ €โ €โ €โ €her that inch closer. โ€œlets not. โ €โ €โ €โ € I thought only if you.โ€
๏ธ๏ธ ๏ธ๏ธ ๏ธ๏ธ ๏ธ๏ธ ๏ธ๏ธ contentment fills her being , her heart. a sense of tranquility , peace. he was safety, he was warmth. nails gently scratch at his tender flesh, โ€œ let us not go this long without seeing one another. โ€
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