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HELAENA TARGARYEN.

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She ๐“ซ๐“ป๐“พ๐“ผ๐“ฑ๐“ฎ๐“ผ sweet lips besides โ€˜ ๐‰๐€๐‚๐€๐„๐‘๐˜๐’ ๐•๐„๐‹๐€๐‘๐˜๐Ž๐.โ€™, hand seeking familiarityโ€”fingers curling with his. ๐€ ๐…๐Ž๐๐ƒ ๐‹๐Ž๐Ž๐Š given, far from the blight of a husband.

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A ๐‘”๐’พ๐‘”๐‘”๐“๐‘’ blooms from her chest, soft and mirth spews with a twitch of the corners of her lips. She kisses him with such ๐ญ๐ž๐ง๐๐ž๐ซ๐ง๐ž๐ฌ๐ฌ with each gentle brush of lips, fingers curling into his jacket.

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He ๐“€๐’พ๐“ˆ๐“ˆ๐‘’๐“ˆ differently, to what she is used toโ€”no wine, no sharp teeth sinking into her lips. She draws him closer, ๐ฏ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ง๐ž๐ซ๐š๐›๐ข๐ฅ๐ข๐ญ๐ฒ upon her sweet bones. She feasts on his sweetness, quiet and primal passion found in ๐“ˆ๐’ถ๐’ป๐‘’๐“‰๐“Ž.

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โ„œ๐”ข๐”ค๐”ฏ๐”ข๐”ฑ weaves with her bones, a spider that wraps up her flesh in silkโ€”all ๐“‡๐‘’๐’ถ๐’น๐“Ž for a feast. Red wine tastes like vile guilt.

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๐น๐“‡๐’ถ๐‘”๐’พ๐“๐’พ๐“‰๐“Ž has her fingers reaching, to draw him back into her yearning armsโ€”to give one, final peck upon lips. She swallows her silent ๐’ธ๐“‡๐“Ž: for this boy, is naught but ๐“ˆ๐“Œ๐‘’๐‘’๐“‰๐‘’๐“‡ than the gods. โDance, ๐“Œ๐‘’ shall.โž

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She ๐’ป๐’ถ๐“๐“๐“ˆ into his touch, shudder poisoning her weak spine. Fingers entwine, and eyes close as her head turnsโ€”a soft chuckle had. โOnly ๐“Ž๐‘œ๐“Š can turn my head with such sweetness.โž

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๐ผ๐’ธ๐’ฝ๐‘œ๐“‡ thuds in her veins, setting skin alight with an ๐“Œ๐’ถ๐“‹๐‘’๐“‡๐’พ๐“ƒ๐‘” red upon the curve of her cheeks. She tugs him close, lips ghosting against lips as she whispers: โAnd ๐“Ž๐‘œ๐“Š will have your bride. I can take a ๐“ˆ๐‘’๐’ธ๐‘œ๐“ƒ๐’น husband, no? ๐ผ ๐’ถ๐“‚ ๐“Ž๐‘œ๐“Š๐“‡๐“ˆ.โž

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She ๐“…๐’พ๐“‡๐‘œ๐“Š๐‘’๐“‰๐“‰๐‘’๐“ˆ on strings of flesh, foot meeting the floor before pushing off to rest against her knee. When she is ๐“ˆ๐“…๐‘’๐“ƒ๐“‰, she spins back to himโ€”fingers splaying to cradle his cheeks. โDestiny will be the judge and executioner of such fact. Aegon can be kind.โž

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โWell enough, Marelle. Oh,โž a gasp: soft and barely audible as she reaches to tug a strand of her hair to rest it behind a ear. โYou look so pretty in ๐“ฐ๐“ป๐“ฎ๐“ฎ๐“ท, than red.โž

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Oblivious natureโ€”she draws a finger down Marelleโ€™s jaw, to look over youthful features, pretty as her own. โMy mother is sweet, that much is true,โž she murmurs, gaze faraway. โI wish you could meet my sister. She would adore you.โž

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โI am so fortunate. The gods have blessed me with the ๐“€๐’พ๐“ƒ๐’น๐‘’๐“ˆ๐“‰ brothers && a sweet mother.โž

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She reaches for the wrist bruised, hesitantly and fingertips ghost against the vile colours of green and purple. โI should not have had a jest,โž she bites down on the side of her cheek. โWhy did he do it this time? Grandsire has no right to put a hand on you.โž

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Mind her not for her ๐‘”๐’พ๐‘”๐‘”๐“๐‘’ is loud. Her gaze is awfully fond, smile wide as her sweet handmaidenโ€™s. โYou are pretty, Marelle. You wear the skin and heart of someone beautiful.โž