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โ โ โ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ too long. To do so was to court ruin. It was to invite the sharp edge of a blade against her throat, to feel the slow, inexorable tightening of a noose she had not tied but would, in the end, hang from all the same. ยป
ยป And stillโ๐๐ฃ๐๐ ๐ ๐ก๐๐๐โher gaze betrayed her so terribly, drawn to him as if by some unseen strings, some whispered temptation that unraveled all sense and caution. The feast raged on beyond the shadows where they lingered, all golden light and riotous laughter, ยป
ยป a world she was meant to inhabit, though she felt unmoored from it. @sulliedcloakโs helm tucked beneath his arm, dark curls clinging damply to his brow, and though his expression was unreadable, his eyes found hers in the hush โโ ๐โ ๐กโ๐๐ ๐ ๐๐ฆ๐๐ .
โ โ โ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ to fear the flameโto bow before it, to respect its hunger, to never let it lick too close to her skin. But @conquerorsbraid was fire incarnate, and gods help her, Alicent had never once possessed the strength to turn away. ยป
ยป And then, the scent of her; the untamed breath of the sea tangled with the honeyed trace of something far too sweet. It wrapped about her, clung to her, seeped into the marrow of her bones, and she had no name for it โโโ no language vast enough to contain its ยป
โ โ โ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ nestles in her grasp; its warmth fleeting, its taste uninspiredโflat, absent the comfort she craves, eyes drifting toward the decanter of wine, ruby-rich, whispering promises of solace, of something deeper, sweeter. Perhaps ๐๐๐ cup wouldnโt hurt.
โ โ โ ๐ป๐ฏ๐ฌ ๐ด๐ถ๐น๐ต๐ฐ๐ต๐ฎ ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฏ๐ป ๐บ๐ท๐ฐ๐ณ๐ณ๐บ through the high, arched windows of the Queenโs solar, gilding the stone floor with molten gold, slanting across the embroidery hoop resting limply in her lap, its intricate pattern left abandoned, her fingers frozen ยป
ยป โ . . . And then you wake betrothed to the strongest knight of the Seven Kingdoms. โ The words are hollow, gutted of all softness, of all meaning beyond the deep, aching wound they leave in their wake. Rhaenyra had never been stripped of anything. ยป