" the green and gray rats under the floors grow restless and hungry. "
𝗮𝗯𝗿𝗮𝘅𝗼𝘀
ᵗʰᵉ ᵈᵉᵃᵗʰ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᵃᵇᵒᵛᵉ
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𝗗𝗮𝗲𝗺𝗼𝗻 𝗧𝗮𝗿𝗴𝗮𝗿𝘆𝗲𝗻
ᵗʰᵉ ʳᵒᵍᵘᵉ ᵖʳⁱⁿᶜᵉ" am i often in your dreams,Celaena? "
𝗖𝗮𝗿𝗮𝘅𝗲𝘀
ᵗʰᵉ ᵇˡᵒᵒᵈ ʷʸʳᵐ
𝐃𝐚𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧 𝐓𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐞𝐧 was never meant to sit on the Iron Throne. He was the second son, of a second son. It's not like he wanted to sit on that uncomfortable piece of iron. No. But he did want to stand beside it━━ beside his brother, King Viserys I, as his Hand.
Not that he would ever be given the chance. It seems his defiance, troublemaking and blatant disrespect to all authority make him a bad candidate. All think him unfit━━ at least those of the council do. The people, wether it is because of the money he spends so easily or the time he wastes amongst them, are quite fond of Daemon.
And afraid, of course.
All eyes are on him at all times. Wether it is to snitch on him to the Hightower cunt, as he'd say, or simply because Daemon is Daemon. Or, at least... almost all eyes...
JE LEEST
DREAMSCAPE ᵈᵃᵉᵐᵒⁿ ᵗᵃʳᵍᵃʳʸᵉⁿ
Fanfictie━━⋆.ೃ࿔*:・ ⋆.ೃ࿔*:・⧖ "ᵗʰᵉ ᵐᵃˢᵗᵉʳ ᵒᶠ ˢᵖⁱⁿ ᵗʳⁱᵉˢ ᵗᵒ ˢᵖⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ʷʰᵉᵉˡ, ᵗʰᵉ ʷʰᵉᵉˡ ᶜʳᵘˢʰᵉˢ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵖⁱⁿˢᵗᵉʳ ᵇᵉⁿᵉᵃᵗʰ" starter on: october 15th 2022
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