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✵ 𝔒𝐓𝐓𝐎 ℌ𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫. HAND OF THE KING, * 𝐖𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐘 ! 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘸.

❝I will kiss you, because that is my religion.❞

Musings.

❝I’d like to carry a babe in my arms, one day. They’re sweet little things, so peaceful and free of worries.❞

So pretty in pink. #SeductiveSunday

❝Greetings, sweet loves.❞

❝Do I disgust you?❞

❝You honour me, my sweet king.❞

❝Good morrow!❞

❝Hello, hello! Good evening. Such violent delights lace the silk street.❞

❝She tastes like strawberries.❞

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ 𝑩𝑨𝑬𝑳𝑨 𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑮𝑨𝑹𝒀𝑬𝑵. a daughter, a sister, a beloved rider of moondancer. find grace in her wildfire; blazing without rhythm or reason. #gotrp / #hotdrp / #mvrp ⋆·˚ ༘ *

𝑺𝒊𝒍𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 twist upon slender fingers; her chin settled upon wood, gaze sickening as it basks in a gift from a 𝑴𝑰𝑺𝑻𝑹𝑬𝑺𝑺. A lady-queen’s song is not to be abused nor forgotten, when given an offering—𝘢 𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘰𝘯 𝘥𝘦𝘷𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘰𝘯 in metal.

Green 𝒕𝒘𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒔, a scaly head rising from The ground; a feast of carnage of a little lamb && Baela must run a palm across the flesh of a 𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒅 beast. She hums in song in ancient tongues, clever muscle thrumming with a melody.

She does 𝒏͟𝒐͟𝒕͟ belong on a leash. Baela is hardly a creature to kneel, to sew her mouth shut to please a 𝒇𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒂𝒏 of a king wearing disdain for the * ( 𝑻𝑹𝑼𝑬 𝑯𝑬𝑰𝑹 ). She pities a green queen for knowing a womb full, to know bruised knees for a usurper.

Metal 𝒕𝒘𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒔 beneath a grasp, fingers bending a needle—gaze free of curiosity. War’s unloving grasp beckons && she worries && worries for a dreamer.

Greetings! The day calls for delights.

——and where may be the ( 𝑸𝑼𝑬𝑬𝑵 )? Marelle’s hands yearn to weave thread in fabric in the green dreamer’s presence. It calms as gloom rises from the deep. There is war blooming on the horizon; it weighs heavy, drowning the sun.