⠀⠀ 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐧 ̵h̵u̵n̵g̵r̵y̵ ˢᵒᵐᵉᵗʰⁱⁿᵍ
𝑨𝑼𝑻 𝑽𝑰𝑨𝑴 𝑰𝑵𝑽𝑬𝑵𝑰𝑨𝑴 𝑨𝑼𝑻 𝑭𝑨𝑪𝑰𝑨𝑴 .ᐟ
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it’s a question men ask when beddin’ someone, whether they spit out th' man’s seed . . . or swallows it.
it’s a question men ask when beddin’ someone, whether they spit out th' man’s seed . . . or swallows it.
leave th' poor *lass alone, aye?
leave th' poor *lass alone, aye?
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"the realm shall be grateful that harrenhal belonged to the targaryens now; the strongs let it wither. especially that wretched larys."
though at the warning, his hands lifted slightly in mock surrender. “easy now, love. was only jokin’.”
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though at the warning, his hands lifted slightly in mock surrender. “easy now, love. was only jokin’.”
"do not believe everything you hear, soon they will be saying we practice blood magic."
gave him a somewhat mischievous look with his light gray eyes.
"𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝 your tongue, though."
a crooked smirk tugged briefly at his mouth. “though that one fits th’ part better’n most.”
though at the warning, his hands lifted slightly in mock surrender. “easy now, love. was only jokin’.”
a crooked smirk tugged briefly at his mouth. “though that one fits th’ part better’n most.”
what do you mean by that, huh?"
a crooked smirk tugged briefly at his mouth. “though that one fits th’ part better’n most.”
“aye?” head tilted slightly, a lazy smirk stretched on his lips. “I reckon th’ beasts ought t’ be prayin’ they don’t run into you then, milady.”
“i can handle the beasts by myself, thank you.” happily bounces on the balls of her feet.
a crooked smile pulled at his mouth. “but don’t ye worry, milady. I’ll cut ’em bastards down if any come near ye.”
“aye?” head tilted slightly, a lazy smirk stretched on his lips. “I reckon th’ beasts ought t’ be prayin’ they don’t run into you then, milady.”