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“Hello, 𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜.” 𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐤 — 𝖶̶𝗂̶𝗇̶𝗀̶ ̶𝖫̶𝖾̶𝖺̶𝖽̶𝖾̶𝗋̶ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴀꜱᴛ ᴄʀᴏᴄʜᴀɴ Qᴜᴇᴇɴ ↻ + ♡

/ MY LADY JANE YEEEESS 🥹

This brooding, former assassin is currently tending to the rather large gash on his arm. Questions around how he received it will not be answered — it's actually quite embarrassing!

In a gloomy turn of events, Sam's visiting his own grave this morning. He's been there since dawn, just sitting and staring silently at the stone and the inscription. 𝑺𝒂𝒎 𝑪𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒅. 𝑩𝒆𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒅. How bizarre it is that he is able to read his own epitaph.

Another night, another tavern.

His gaze fell upon her very familiar features and Sam was certain his heart simply ceased beating once again. The goblet of wine was nearly lost to the sticky ground as his grip loosened. He quickly turned back to the bar, in the hope that she hadn't spotted him.

Stabs aimlessly at the stew in his bowl, his mind far, far away.

Crouches down and gives her belly a ruffle... aaaand he still can't believe that's Lysandra. He's grinning away nonetheless.

"Do you often spend your time as this magnificent creature?" Sam found himself asking before realising that, in this current form, Lysandra would be unable to answer as a human would. He quickly followed up, "I know I would."

Sits atop one of Rifthold's many roofs, legs dangling over the edge, peering down at the people bustling along the street three storeys below him.

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀… 𝓯𝒊𝒓𝒆 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ 𝐛͟𝐢͟𝐭͟𝐜͟𝐡 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐞𝐧. ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ 𝐀͟𝐞͟𝐥͟𝐢͟𝐧 ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ 𝐀𝐬𝐡𝐫𝐲𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐆𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐲𝐧𝐢𝐮𝐬. ⠀⠀

ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤ‧₊˚ ⠀. . . 𝑬𝑽𝑨𝑵𝑮𝑬𝑳𝑰𝑵𝑬 ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𝑭𝑶𝑿 !! ㅤㅤ𝘢𝘯 𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘺𝘢𝘭 𝘣𝘺 𝘴𝘢𝘦𝘵𝘳𝘦. ㅤㅤㅤ

ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤ‧₊˚ ⠀. . . 𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑯𝑼𝑹 ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𝑷𝑬𝑵𝑫𝑹𝑨𝑮𝑶𝑵 !! ㅤㅤ𝘢𝘯 𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘺𝘢𝘭 𝘣𝘺 𝘴𝘢𝘦𝘵𝘳𝘦. ㅤㅤㅤ

/ throne of glass accounts, where are yooooou

Flops down into a chair beside 𝕷𝐲𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐚.. “This seat taken?”

Twirls a dagger. Aims it. Expertly launches it toward the unsuspecting tree trunk.

Lips twist into a smirk. He saunters over to the tree, wiggling the dagger free, and returns to her with the handle extended out in offer. "You turn to throw, my turn to judge."

Her throw is indisputably impressive but Sam doesn't show his awe. His lips are still lopsided in a smug grin and, with cool indifference, he leans forward, mocking a bow. "Clearly I am in the presence of 𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔. O Holy One, 𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆 teach me your ways!"