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๐“๐‡๐„ ๐’๐“๐€๐‘๐‹๐„๐’๐’ ๐’๐€๐๐Š๐“ ๐–ฟ๐–พ๐–บ๐—. ๐–บ๐—…๐—‚๐–ผ๐–พ๐—‡๐— ๐—๐—‚๐—€๐—๐—๐—ˆ๐—๐–พ๐—‹

"Where is duty? Where is sacrifice? It's trampled under your pretty foot again." insp. @riveager


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1 year ago
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โœฆ . ใ€€โบ ใ€€ . โœฆ . ใ€€โบ ใ€€ . โœฆ

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1 year ago

Marriage - Aegon II Targaryen

Aegon x twin sister Fem!Reader

Warnings: normal G.O.T

Word count: 966

Summary: If Aegon has to marry a sister he wants it to be his twin. He wants it to be his twin anyways. The only person who loves him in his life.

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Marriage - Aegon II Targaryen

โ€œYou need to marry. You are of age and need to secure yourself.โ€ Alicent tellโ€™s her oldest son forย  what felt like the hundredth time. She wondered if heโ€™d ever get the urgency of this topic.

โ€œI donโ€™t see why itโ€™s so urgent.โ€ Aegon spoke up for the first time since having entered his fatherโ€™s chambers to discuss an โ€˜issueโ€™ with his father and mother.

โ€œI agree with the boy. Itโ€™s not like he has to get married before the next moon.โ€ Viserys raised a hand gesturing towards Aegon. Itโ€™s not like he would be taking the Iron Throne, he didnโ€™t need to rush marriage.

โ€œHe needs-โ€

โ€œDo you have anyone in mind, Aegon? I would prefer to keep our blood pure Targaryen.โ€ Visery asked his son, completely ignoring and cutting Alicent off.

โ€œYou have to be joking?!โ€ Alicent exclaimed with wide eyes filled with horror and disgust at the thought of her children being married to each other.

Sure she knew it was the Targaryen way that they married their own blood more often than not. It didnโ€™t mean she supported it or liked it.

โ€œSince Rhaenyre hasnโ€™t had any girls, do you happen to like either of your sisters?โ€ Viserys continued to not pay Alicent any mind as it was not her say that would be finale. Nor was she truly a Targaryen.

Alicent couldnโ€™t believe that she wasnโ€™t going to have a say in this. Or that Viserys would let Aegon have a choice. โ€œBy the gods-โ€

โ€œY/n. Y/n or no one. Thatโ€™s my decision on marriage.โ€ Aegon stated with a surprisingly strong tone of voice. If he was going to be allowed to choose he wanted it to be Y/n. His twin sister. The one he loves and who loves him.

โ€œIts settled then. I think itโ€™s a fitting match that will work out perfectly. Good choice.โ€ Viserys smiled and clapped his hands together.

โ€œYou can not be serious?!โ€ Alicdnt looked on in shock. That did not go as she had planned.

โ€œI am and it is finale. No one will change my decision, or Aegons or Iโ€™m sure Y/nโ€™s. Not even you.โ€ Viserys looked to Alicent with a look that told her to step down.

Viserys had noticed over the years how close Y/n and Aegon were and he also knew how bad of a father heโ€™d been to them. If letting them marry each other was what would make them happy itโ€™s the least he could do for them.

โ€œIโ€™ll go tell Y/n the good news.โ€ Aegon gave a nod with a smile before he left to go find his sister and share the news of their engagement.

It took him a while searching a couple of her favorite places. But he finally found her at the dragon pits.

โ€œY/n.โ€ Aegon called out.

โ€œOver here.โ€ She called out and Aegon followed the second of her voice. โ€œHow was your meeting?โ€

โ€œDreadful. But it ended well.โ€ Aegon told her as he stepped up behind her and wrapped his arms around her torso.

โ€œOh really? What was it about?โ€ Y/n raised a brow curious to know about it.

โ€œMother wants me to marry.โ€ He told her with a groan.

โ€œTo secure your place.โ€ Y/n mimicked their mothers words with a roll of her eyes.

โ€œExactly.โ€ Aegon scoffed but was amused by her imitation of their mothers nagging.

โ€œAnd the king? Our father. Whatโ€™d he say?โ€ Y/n asked wondering if he had said anything to either support or put down their mothers ridiculous plans.

โ€œAsked if I had anyone in mind. Said heโ€™d prefer our blood to stay pure.โ€ Aegon was giddy to tell her the news for them but he also wanted to see her reaction.

โ€œDid you?โ€ Y/n was nervous about asking the question. Sure they say they love each other and wish they could marry the other, but given the chance to choose anyone would he still choose her?

โ€œYeah. And he said yes. He approved of us. He approved of us getting married.โ€ Aegon couldnโ€™t contain his excitement any longer. He was overjoyed that they were going to be married. It was always a hope but with their mother and grand sire always scheming behind people's backs there was always an air of uncertainty.

Y/n spun around looking her twin in the eyes. Her own wide with shock and hope. โ€œHe did?โ€

Aegon nodded, tightening his hold on her waist. โ€œYes, he did.โ€

โ€œOh Aegon.โ€ Y/n wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged him as tightly as she could. Aegon lifted her up and spun her in his joy, happy she shared in it.

โ€œWe can finally be together.โ€ Aegon mumbled into her neck.

โ€œWe can.โ€ She let out a happy sigh. At least they would get to have each other in this cruel world.

โ€œMothers furious.โ€ He laughed, setting her back on the ground as they pulled back to look at eachother.

โ€œLet her be. Not like she really cares about us.โ€ Y/n reached up to cup his cheekโ€™s in the palm of her hands. Smiling at him as if he was the only person in all the realms. โ€œAegon, I won't turn against our sister. Against Rhaenyra.โ€

Y/n knew it was probably bad timing. But he had to know before they got married her decision and where she stood if their mother and grand sire got their way.

โ€œI donโ€™t want to be king. Whatever you want to do, Iโ€™ll follow you.โ€ Aegon didnโ€™t care to ever be on the Iron Throne, but he did care about Y/n. Heโ€™d go wherever she wanted to go. All they ever had growing up was each other and that's how itโ€™ll always be.

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1 year ago

Season 1 from Alicent's POV:

You wake up one morning and your mother is dead. You are told to ask no questions. Your father didn't use to pay much attention to you, but now he calls you to Red Keep. Maybe you will be useful. The King has an only daughter after all, close to your age. You like it there, and you become friends with the King's daughter. But then, her mother dies. You are not allowed to relive the grief of losing your own mother or grieve with your friend, because suddenly, the Queen is dead, and that leaves up space for another. Your father says so. More importantly, the King's Hand instructs you so and tells you to be the King's friend. "But we don't have anything in common," you say, "He very well could have been my father," you think. No matter. "You should wear one of your mother's dresses." And you do. And you try hard not to say the wrong thing, but you don't know whom you should please and you're not allowed to be yourself. "What would Rhenyra think? What would father think? What would the King think? What would The Seven think? What does that mean for me?" you wonder. You are advised to not talk about what you are doing to anyone. Oh, and don't tell your best friend you are secretly meeting with her father. Let this poison your relationship. Your King tells you so.

It has now become known that the King wants a new wife. You pray you'd get out of this somehow, but you realize that he wants you. Now, what will you do? Well, your father would be pleased and proud for once. Viserys would make you his Queen. Maybe Rhaenyra will understand? Maybe this is what you want too? No, don't think about what you want. It doesn't matter anyway. The King has declared that he will marry you.

The wedding is on. You see Otto's eyes glowing with pride and his smile is beaming. Rhaenyra does not even look at you. It pains you so much and you want to tear up but the King is watching. The feast is over and your father calls you to his chambers. He tells you about your duties as the King's wife. "If your mother was alive, she would know how to best put this," he says, as he explains that you have to yield to Viserys' desires. Yes, he uses that very word. So you do that. You go to your husband when he calls you. He says he will try to be gentle with you, but you loathe his very touch. Somehow it feels so wrong; he is your friend's father, and he is twice your age. But he is the King. And you are a Queen now.

The days pass without Rhaenyra's friendship. When did you stop dreaming? When did you stop being a little girl? Why can't you roam the halls again, arms linked together? Oh. You suddenly find out why. You are pregnant. You are a big girl now. Your first thought is to tell your friend, go to Rhaenyra, and share the news with her. But she wouldn't like that. Then who can you tell? Who else do you have to share such big and important news with? Your father doesn't need to be told, he guesses right away and calls you to him. "You will have to be very careful now," he says. "Queen Aemma had lost six children." Somehow, everyone is suddenly more attentive. Not to you, but to your royal womb. You panic when it's time to give birth. Everything is so new and terrifying. Viserys is happy. It's a son! You send word to Rhaenyra, to meet her baby brother. "I hope that is alright?" you think. "It's not like my son will be heir to the throne. That's still Rhaenyra's."

Your father hits you with the stark reality, however. Your children are growing up in an uncertain future with Rhaenyra as heir, constantly vulnerable to the threat of war. You still try and support her, you trust her, and you encourage her father to find a suitable match for her. But she lies to you. Or does she? You can't be sure. She is serving you half-truths. Does she really think you are stupid and you will not find out that she is no longer a maiden? How can you trust her again after that? If she is lying to your face, then why wouldn't she threaten the lives of your children if need be? No, you need to act. Your father was right. It's you or her.

Ten years have passed and you can still see through Rhaenyra's lies. She still thinks you are a fool, doesn't she? Of course none of her children are Laenor's! Why can't nobody else see that? But you can. Because you used to be friends once. And as usual, she is getting what she wants without questions and she avoids all consequences, whereas you have to fight for all you have, alone. She will always have Viserys' support, and you will always have four heirs. It's not about you and Rhaenyra anymore, but about the survival of your family. Yet, you still want decency and honor to prevail, and you want to serve the realm above all.

At this vulnerable time when you need council the most, your informant over the years finds a way to cast his net over you. Did you really think he was being a genuine friend, and that he would not want anything in return? Now you could be implicated in two murders. How did you end up in this situation? Larys becomes another person to whose wishes you should comply.

Then the most tragic thing of all happens. Your son, Aemond, is maimed. He loses an eye. You have never felt more excruciating pain at the sight and a flaming rage toward those responsible. It was Lucaerys, Rhaenyra's son. He should apologize. She could show she's sorry and deeply saddened over what happened. But no, she manages to use the incident to position herself as the victim. "Is she for real now?" you think. "How can she be so heartless, so cold, so cruel? Doesn't she know what I have lost, all in her hands? Does she really have the nerve to pretend that she is offended by mere words, while MY SON LOST AN EYE? She really knows no limits, does she?" And you finally snap, and you hurt her. You have never done this before, and now you see her blood trickling. Goodness, it's really her blood you spilled!

How can things ever be right now that she has that visible proof? Yet, you still think she would make a great queen. That is, until Viserys tells you that "Aegon" should be King and that you must "unite the realm against the cold and the dark." You are the only one who can do it. Now what? Once again, you face a dilemma. Should you stand by Rheanyra as heir, or should you trust Viserys' dying words? Can you really trust that Rhaenyra will ensure the survival of your children, after all her lies? And what is really best for them, and for the whole realm? Before you even have time to think, your father and the Small Council tell you that the succession is settled and that Aegon is to be crowned King. Once again, the desires of others precede yours. They want to kill Rhaenyra! Now, that's too much. You could never consent to anything like that. You were once friends and still--you still don't know how you quite feel about her. But you know you could never be the one to kill her.

The Silent Sisters cover up Viserys' body and you can finally mourn him, along with your lost years of innocence. Your abuser is finally dead. But your ordeals are not over yet. You will have to crown Aegon as King, this is the only way. Rhaenys violently disrupts the coronation and now you know that no one is safe. She will go to Rhaenyra, and Rhaenyra will react. Did you do the right thing? Did you try and protect your children and the realm as best you could? Time will only tell. You are used to the twists of fate after all. But one thing is certain: nothing will be the same again because you are the Green Queen and she has the blood of the dragon.


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2 years ago
RHAENYRA And ALICENT + Art
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1 year ago

This is why I love the greens on reddit...

This Is Why I Love The Greens On Reddit...

(Even though , I post content dealing with all sorts of characters from the HOTD/GOT fandom. This is exactly why I'm an Alicent Hightower apologist.)


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1 year ago
There's Not A Day When I Won't Feel Sorry For Her. He Never Deserved Her Or Any Of His Children. Ironically,

There's not a day when I won't feel sorry for her. He never deserved her or any of his children. Ironically, he killed Aemma for a son only to eventually gain not just one but three and neglect them. He traumatized a teenage girl for the rest of her life, using her and leaving her in the dust like she wasn't shit.ย ย 


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1 year ago

My baby ๐Ÿฅบ

The Cuticles On Alicent's Fingers Have Been Bitten Bloody. It's The Worst They Have Ever Looked -- A

โ€œthe cuticles on alicent's fingers have been bitten bloody. it's the worst they have ever looked -- a manifestation of alicent's anxiety and guilt over being chosen by the kingโ€

โ€” "The Rogue Princeโ€

season 1 episode 2 (deleted scene)

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1 year ago

๐Ÿ—ก๐”„๐”ฉ๐”ฆ๐” ๐”ข๐”ซ๐”ฑ โ„Œ๐”ฆ๐”ค๐”ฅ๐”ฑ๐”ฌ๐”ด๐”ข๐”ฏ๐Ÿ—ก

๐““๐”‚๐“ฒ๐“ท๐“ฐ ๐”‚๐“ธ๐“พ๐“ท๐“ฐ ๐“ช๐“ท๐“ญ ๐“น๐“ต๐“ช๐”‚๐“ฒ๐“ท๐“ฐ ๐“ฑ๐“ช๐“ป๐“ญ ๐“ฃ๐“ฑ๐“ช๐“ฝ'๐“ผ ๐“ฝ๐“ฑ๐“ฎ ๐”€๐“ช๐”‚ ๐“ถ๐”‚ ๐“ฏ๐“ช๐“ฝ๐“ฑ๐“ฎ๐“ป ๐“ถ๐“ช๐“ญ๐“ฎ ๐“ฑ๐“ฒ๐“ผ ๐“ต๐“ฒ๐“ฏ๐“ฎ ๐“ช๐“ท ๐“ช๐“ป๐“ฝ ๐““๐“ป๐“ฒ๐“ท๐“ด ๐“ช๐“ต๐“ต ๐“ญ๐“ช๐”‚ ๐“ช๐“ท๐“ญ ๐”€๐“ฎ ๐“ฝ๐“ช๐“ต๐“ด '๐“ฝ๐“ฒ๐“ต ๐“ญ๐“ช๐“ป๐“ด ๐“ฃ๐“ฑ๐“ช๐“ฝ'๐“ผ ๐“ฝ๐“ฑ๐“ฎ ๐”€๐“ช๐”‚ ๐“ฝ๐“ฑ๐“ฎ ๐“ป๐“ธ๐“ช๐“ญ ๐“ญ๐“ธ๐“ฟ๐“ฎ๐“ผ ๐“ญ๐“ธ ๐“ฒ๐“ฝ, ๐“ป๐“ฒ๐“ญ๐“ฎ '๐“ฝ๐“ฒ๐“ต ๐“ญ๐“ช๐“ป๐“ด. ๐“ผ- โ„œ๐”ฆ๐”ก๐”ข ๐”Ÿ๐”ถ ๐”๐”ž๐”ซ๐”ž ๐”ก๐”ข๐”ฉ ๐”ฏ๐”ข๐”ถ

๐““๐“ธ๐“ท'๐“ฝ ๐“ซ๐“ป๐“ฎ๐“ช๐“ด ๐“ถ๐“ฎ ๐“ญ๐“ธ๐”€๐“ท (๐“ญ๐“ธ๐“ท'๐“ฝ ๐“ซ๐“ป๐“ฎ๐“ช๐“ด ๐“ถ๐“ฎ ๐“ญ๐“ธ๐”€๐“ท) ๐“˜'๐“ฟ๐“ฎ ๐“ซ๐“ฎ๐“ฎ๐“ท ๐“ฝ๐“ป๐“ช๐“ฟ๐“ฎ๐“ต๐“ฒ๐“ท' ๐“ฝ๐“ธ๐“ธ ๐“ต๐“ธ๐“ท๐“ฐ (๐“˜'๐“ฟ๐“ฎ ๐“ซ๐“ฎ๐“ฎ๐“ท ๐“ฝ๐“ป๐“ช๐“ฟ๐“ฎ๐“ต๐“ฒ๐“ท' ๐“ฝ๐“ธ๐“ธ ๐“ต๐“ธ๐“ท๐“ฐ) ๐“˜'๐“ฟ๐“ฎ ๐“ซ๐“ฎ๐“ฎ๐“ท ๐“ฝ๐“ป๐”‚๐“ฒ๐“ท๐“ฐ ๐“ฝ๐“ธ๐“ธ ๐“ฑ๐“ช๐“ป๐“ญ (๐“˜'๐“ฟ๐“ฎ ๐“ซ๐“ฎ๐“ฎ๐“ท ๐“ฝ๐“ป๐”‚๐“ฒ๐“ท๐“ฐ ๐“ฝ๐“ธ๐“ธ ๐“ฑ๐“ช๐“ป๐“ญ) ๐“ฆ๐“ฒ๐“ฝ๐“ฑ ๐“ธ๐“ท๐“ฎ ๐“น๐“ป๐“ฎ๐“ฝ๐“ฝ๐”‚ ๐“ผ๐“ธ๐“ท๐“ฐ (๐”€๐“ฒ๐“ฝ๐“ฑ ๐“ธ๐“ท๐“ฎ ๐“น๐“ป๐“ฎ๐“ฝ๐“ฝ๐”‚ ๐“ผ๐“ธ๐“ท๐“ฐ) ๐“ผโ„œ๐”ฆ๐”ก๐”ข ๐”Ÿ๐”ถ ๐”๐”ž๐”ซ๐”ž ๐”ก๐”ข๐”ฉ ๐”ฏ๐”ข๐”ถ

๐““๐“ธ๐“ท'๐“ฝ ๐“ต๐“ฎ๐“ช๐“ฟ๐“ฎ ๐“ถ๐“ฎ ๐“ท๐“ธ๐”€ (๐“ญ๐“ธ๐“ท'๐“ฝ ๐“ต๐“ฎ๐“ช๐“ฟ๐“ฎ ๐“ถ๐“ฎ ๐“ท๐“ธ๐”€) ๐““๐“ธ๐“ท'๐“ฝ ๐“ผ๐“ช๐”‚ ๐“ฐ๐“ธ๐“ธ๐“ญ ๐“ซ๐”‚๐“ฎ (๐“ญ๐“ธ๐“ท'๐“ฝ ๐“ผ๐“ช๐”‚ ๐“ฐ๐“ธ๐“ธ๐“ญ ๐“ซ๐”‚๐“ฎ) ๐““๐“ธ๐“ท'๐“ฝ ๐“ฝ๐“พ๐“ป๐“ท ๐“ช๐“ป๐“ธ๐“พ๐“ท๐“ญ (๐“ญ๐“ธ๐“ท'๐“ฝ ๐“ฝ๐“พ๐“ป๐“ท ๐“ช๐“ป๐“ธ๐“พ๐“ท๐“ญ) ๐“›๐“ฎ๐“ช๐“ฟ๐“ฎ ๐“ถ๐“ฎ ๐“ฑ๐“ฒ๐“ฐ๐“ฑ ๐“ช๐“ท๐“ญ ๐“ญ๐“ป๐”‚ (๐“ต๐“ฎ๐“ช๐“ฟ๐“ฎ ๐“ถ๐“ฎ ๐“ฑ๐“ฒ๐“ฐ๐“ฑ ๐“ช๐“ท๐“ญ ๐“ญ๐“ป๐”‚) ๐“ผ โ„œ๐”ฆ๐”ก๐”ข ๐”Ÿ๐”ถ ๐”๐”ž๐”ซ๐”ž ๐”ก๐”ข๐”ฉ ๐”ฏ๐”ข๐”ถ

๐“˜ ๐“ฑ๐“ฎ๐“ช๐“ป ๐“ฝ๐“ฑ๐“ฎ ๐“ซ๐“ฒ๐“ป๐“ญ๐“ผ ๐“ธ๐“ท ๐“ฝ๐“ฑ๐“ฎ ๐“ผ๐“พ๐“ถ๐“ถ๐“ฎ๐“ป ๐“ซ๐“ป๐“ฎ๐“ฎ๐”ƒ๐“ฎ, ๐“˜ ๐“ญ๐“ป๐“ฒ๐“ฟ๐“ฎ ๐“ฏ๐“ช๐“ผ๐“ฝ ๐“˜ ๐“ช๐“ถ ๐“ช๐“ต๐“ธ๐“ท๐“ฎ ๐“ช๐“ฝ ๐“ถ๐“ฒ๐“ญ๐“ท๐“ฒ๐“ฐ๐“ฑ๐“ฝ ๐“‘๐“ฎ๐“ฎ๐“ท ๐“ฝ๐“ป๐”‚๐“ฒ๐“ท' ๐“ฑ๐“ช๐“ป๐“ญ ๐“ท๐“ธ๐“ฝ ๐“ฝ๐“ธ ๐“ฐ๐“ฎ๐“ฝ ๐“ฒ๐“ท๐“ฝ๐“ธ ๐“ฝ๐“ป๐“ธ๐“พ๐“ซ๐“ต๐“ฎ, ๐“ซ๐“พ๐“ฝ ๐“˜ , ๐“˜'๐“ฟ๐“ฎ ๐“ฐ๐“ธ๐“ฝ ๐“ช ๐”€๐“ช๐“ป ๐“ฒ๐“ท ๐“ถ๐”‚ ๐“ถ๐“ฒ๐“ท๐“ญ ๐“ข๐“ธ, ๐“˜ ๐“ณ๐“พ๐“ผ๐“ฝ ๐“ป๐“ฒ๐“ญ๐“ฎ ๐“™๐“พ๐“ผ๐“ฝ ๐“ป๐“ฒ๐“ญ๐“ฎ, ๐“˜ ๐“ณ๐“พ๐“ผ๐“ฝ ๐“ป๐“ฒ๐“ญ๐“ฎ, ๐“˜ ๐“ณ๐“พ๐“ผ๐“ฝ ๐“ป๐“ฒ๐“ญ๐“ฎ.

๐“ผ โ„œ๐”ฆ๐”ก๐”ข ๐”Ÿ๐”ถ ๐”๐”ž๐”ซ๐”ž ๐”ก๐”ข๐”ฉ ๐”ฏ๐”ข๐”ถ

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1 year ago

๐“ž๐“พ๐“ป ๐“ผ๐”€๐“ฎ๐“ฎ๐“ฝ ๐“ฐ๐“ฒ๐“ป๐“ต

CD:HELAFILMS @tiktok

๐“ข๐“ฑ๐“ฎ ๐“ญ๐“ฎ๐“ผ๐“ฎ๐“ป๐“ฟ๐“ฎ๐“ผ ๐“ซ๐“ฎ๐“ฝ๐“ฝ๐“ฎ๐“ป.


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1 year ago

Yโ‚’แตค'แตฃโ‚‘ โฑผแตคโ‚›โ‚œ โ‚ โ‚—แตขโ‚œโ‚œโ‚—โ‚‘ bแตขโ‚œ โ‚œโ‚’โ‚’ โ‚˜แตคcโ‚• โ‚—แตขโ‚–โ‚‘ โ‚˜โ‚‘~

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CD: HEARTS.4.HEARTSS

๐˜‹๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ณ ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ณ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜จ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ, ๐˜ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ท๐˜ฆ ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ป๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ต, ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ญ ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜จ, ๐˜ ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜ด ๐˜ซ๐˜ถ๐˜ด๐˜ต ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ณ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ข๐˜ธ๐˜ฏ.ย  ๐˜ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ'๐˜ท๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ต ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ค๐˜ต ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ, ๐˜ซ๐˜ถ๐˜ด๐˜ต ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ณ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜ง. ๐˜ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ต๐˜ณ๐˜ข๐˜ฑ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ต๐˜ถ๐˜ณ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ.ย  ๐˜ ๐˜ค๐˜ข๐˜ฏ'๐˜ต ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฌ ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜ฎ๐˜บ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜ง ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ช๐˜ณ๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ๐˜ค๐˜ข๐˜ถ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ, ๐˜ฆ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜บ ๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ, ๐˜ ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ. ๐˜ ๐˜ข๐˜ด๐˜ฌ ๐˜ฎ๐˜บ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜ง ๐˜ฐ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฉ๐˜บ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ด๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ด๐˜ข๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฅ. ๐˜ž๐˜ฉ๐˜บ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ช๐˜ฅ ๐˜ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ท๐˜ฆ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ฌ๐˜ฆ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ, ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฉ๐˜บ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ถ๐˜ด๐˜ต ๐˜ ๐˜ด๐˜ถ๐˜ง๐˜ง๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ฆ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜บ ๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ต ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ? ๐˜ ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ ๐˜ฎ๐˜บ ๐˜ง๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ข๐˜ญ ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ต, ๐˜'๐˜ท๐˜ฆ ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ป๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜'๐˜ท๐˜ฆ ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ง๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ ๐˜ฎ๐˜บ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜ง, ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ช๐˜ต'๐˜ด ๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜ช๐˜ต ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ด ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฐ ๐˜ธ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ฉ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ. ๐˜›๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ง๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ, ๐˜'๐˜ญ๐˜ญ ๐˜ค๐˜ถ๐˜ต ๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฆ๐˜ด ๐˜ธ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ฉ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ฉ. ๐˜ ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ต ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ฑ๐˜ฑ๐˜บ ๐˜ข๐˜จ๐˜ข๐˜ช๐˜ฏ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜จ๐˜ช๐˜ณ๐˜ญ ๐˜ ๐˜ถ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ, ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜จ๐˜ฉ๐˜ต ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง. ๐˜ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฃ๐˜ข๐˜ฃ๐˜ญ๐˜บ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ'๐˜ต ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ช๐˜ต, ๐˜ฃ๐˜ถ๐˜ต ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ'๐˜ท๐˜ฆ ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ฑ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง ๐˜ฎ๐˜บ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ช๐˜จ๐˜ฏ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜บ ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ญ๐˜ข๐˜ด๐˜ต ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜'๐˜ท๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฆ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ฅ.

โ™›- @witchy-v1xen (The last days of Alicent Hightower through my perspective)

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