𝖳𝖮 𝖣𝖤𝖵𝖮𝖴𝖱 𝘈𝘕𝘋,

𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗍  𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋  𝗂  𝖺𝖻𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗇𝖾𝖽,  𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌  𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋  𝗂  𝖽𝖾𝗏𝗈𝗎𝗋  [  ...  ]

[1nfatuateds]

#𝘀𝗮𝗰𝗿𝗶𝗳𝗶𝗰𝗲𝗱𝘀,   dependent   collective   of   highborn   aristocrats,   as   crafted   and   penned   by   𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘱𝘩.   script   exclusively   written   for   @   𝘄𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗼𝘀𝗹𝗶𝘃𝗲   ⸺   do   not   interact   if   not   affiliated.   

𝙰𝙽   𝙴𝚇𝙿𝙻𝙾𝚁𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽   𝙾𝙵   𝙼𝙾𝚃𝙸𝙵𝚂:   never   -   stopping   longing   for   the   ripped   away   spring   of   your   life,   with   gnashing   sharp   teeth   and   bloodied   fingers   you   hold   on   to   the   buried   debris   of   𝗍𝖾𝖾𝗇𝖺𝗀𝖾   𝖽𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆𝗌.   the   self   -   romanticization   of   the   great   war   fought   between   the   dichotomy   of   your   soul   ⸺   𝘸𝘩𝘰   𝘢𝘳𝘦   𝘺𝘰𝘶   𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘭𝘺   beyond   the   expectations   of   your   ancestors   ?   a   curse   /   a   𝘉𝘓𝘌𝘚𝘚𝘐𝘕𝘎,   whispers   of   bewitching   prose   that   are   prayers   of   pure   magic   ⸺   crafted   lies   so   intricate   you   fall   for   your   own   tricks.   𝗮𝗽𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗼𝘀𝗶𝘀   𝗼𝗳   𝗴𝗼𝗱𝗵𝗼𝗼𝗱,   you   are   the   embodiment   of   divinity   ⏤   ever   so   slowly,   damned   cruelty   claws   itself   out   of   brutality   torn   ribcage   -   your   flesh   is   rotten   and   sanguine   𝖢𝖮𝖱𝖱𝖴𝖯𝖳𝖤𝖣   :   even   the   most   faithful   prayers   at   the   shrine   of   the   seven   won't   give   you   𝖺𝖻𝗌𝗈𝗅𝗎𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇   ⸻   venom   and   ruination   have   tainted   the   psyche   ...   how   long   until   everyone   discovers   your   crimson   sin   ?

𝗋𝗁𝖺𝖾𝗒𝗌𝘁𝗮𝗿𝗴𝗮𝗿𝘆𝗲𝗻.   crown  prince  of  westeros,  thirty7,   he   +   him   [   𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗌:   𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗈   𝗃𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗌   ]

𝗌𝗁𝖺𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗿𝗼𝗴𝗮𝗿𝗲.   lady  of  lys,  thirty2,   she   +   her   [   𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗌:   𝖽𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗄𝖺   𝗁𝗈𝗈𝗋𝗇𝖾   ]

[steelfyre]

𝘀𝗲𝗺𝗶 𝗼𝗽𝗲𝗻 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖾𝗋 ›› @traegedys , @luvburn + accepting 0/3 replies

❝  the  markets  back  home  are  even larger. ❞   tone was like a gentle wave, conveying a simple observation, judgement well concealed. nereid found the differences made her miss braavos' shores even more; the smell of salt and sea, untouched by the stench king's landing possessed, and the vibrancy of the markets, new trinkets from all across the known world to find each day.

[1nfatuateds]

"   perhaps   it   is   time   for   me   to   visit   your   home   again   because   my   beloved   lys   is   even   smaller   than   this,   "   noble   knows   friend   well   enough   but   she   continues   the   charade,   doe   -   eyes   all   wide   open   and   sparkling   as   she   responds.   "   you   can   show   me   around   then,   it's   been   an   eternity   since   i   have   last   visited   braavos,   and   maybe   cat   can   show   us   around   her   new   homelands.   "

[steelfyre]

𝗼𝗽𝗲𝗻 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖾𝗋 ›› ft. theon stark status: accepting replies - currently uncapped.

head  bowed,  stark  lord  knelt  at the foot of the heart tree. the oak lacked the familiar red leaves of a weirwood, but presence of the old gods, fainter than normal, still wrapped around him like a cloak. the snap of a branch made dark hues open. solitude spoiled; a sigh swallowed. theon glanced over his shoulder.  ❝  if you require something, i'll be only a moment longer. ❞    northerners might fill the keep, but southerners with no reason to pray to old god outnumbered them, and it was hardly a secret that theon frequented the red keep's godswood.

[1nfatuateds]

in   acceptance,   grunts   escapes   lips   as   he   muscular   frame   spins   around   -   waiting   on   other   to   finish   whatever   his   best   friend   is   doing   with   the   tree.   own   beliefs   with   the   seven,   or   so   he   claims   -   dragon   thinks   that's   where   his   faith   is.   "   then   i   shall   wait   until   you   are   done   praying   ⸻   a   good   friend   would   pray   for   a   child   that   could   marry   his   friend's   newborn.   "   while   his   lady   wife   may   not   know   of   his   plans   yet,   rhaeys   wants   nothing   more   than   to   betroth   his   daughter   to   a   child   of   the   stark   lord's   one   day   -   his   blood   would   be   kind   and   dutiful,   everything   the   future   queen   needs.

[famesgun]

𝜗𝜚          rhaeys    targaryen          🪞          @sacrificeds 𝜗𝜚          the gardens

❛    something's    eaten    the    daffodils.    ❜      soft,    distant    voice    of    the    riverlands    meets    the    air    of    the    garden    promenade.      sat    on    a    stone    bench,    likely    one    that    has    long    withstood    the    test    of    time    and    the    targaryen    reign,    odette    drags    a    slender    finger    along    the    half    chewed    bulbs—      some    yellow,    some    pink.      as    one    to    occasionally    pick    up    a    book    on    the    language    of    flowers,    she    can't    help    but    to    frown    at    the    sight    of    a    symbol    of    rebirth    and    hope    ripped    to    pieces—      likely    the    work    of    a    starving    rodent.      for    no    creature    with    a    full    belly    would    be    tempted    by    the    particular    flora.      ❛    how    sad.    ❜      westerosi    remarks,    lips    downturned.      ❛    they're    poisonous.      whatever's    done    this    must be    long    gone    by    now...    ❜

[1nfatuateds]

embodiment   of   the   crown,   majesty's   living   heir   as   his   half   -   brother   ceased   to   grow   underneath   the   ground   -   princeling   knows   more   than   he   lets   on,   let   the   small   council   wallow   is   his   mother's   vengeance.   another   dragon   gone,   just   like   his   own   a   year   prior   ⸻   bond   still   tugs   on   heart   strings,   at   least   no   targaryen   was   intrinsically   linked   to   this   reptile.   each   riverlander   is   an   enemy,   wary   of   the   so   -   called   peaceful   nobles   as   he   remembers   hearing   about   the   dagger.   "   circle   of   life   -   is   it   not   ?      "   dragon   prince   responds,   his   voice   opposite   of   hers   -   cutting   edge   and   loud,   assured   of   his   position   wherever   rhaeys   goes.   "   we   all   must   die,   even   the   daffodils.   "   refrains   eyes   from   rolling,   barely   manages   to   stop   himself   -   the   highborne   next   to   him   strange   and   otherworldly.

[divineviclence-deactivated20250]

𝐬𝐞𝐦𝐢   -   𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧   𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫

@divineuncrowned , @sacrificeds , @steelfyre , @traegedys + accepting 0 / 2 replies.

the  warmth  from  the  sun  was  negligible  in  comparison  to  that  of  home  ,  yet  that  didn’t  stop  the  young  yronwood  from  requesting  a  harp  be  sent  to  the  gardens.  sunbathing  and  a  distraction  to  drown  out  the  mild  headache  that  had  formed  from  the  festivities  the  night  prior.  it  had  yet  to  fail  her  in  dorne  ,  though  who  was  to  say  if  the  same  could  be  said  while  in  kings  landing?  fingers  danced  across  the  strings  ,  plucking  and  playing  a  soft  ,  dreamy  melody  ,  one  that  had  been  perfected  time  and  again.  only  when  a  shadow  cast  across  the  ground  before  her  did  nymeria  pause  ,  digits  hovering  as  she  turned  her  gaze  upward.  “  my  leige  ,  “  a  gentle  smile  gracing  full  lips.  “  i  hope  i  haven’t  been  a  bother.  “

[1nfatuateds]

helen   of   troy   reincarnate,   face   that   could   launch   a   thousand   ships   in   her   silk   bodice,   the   rose   petal   slip   touching   grass   underneath   her   feet   as   shaera   wanders   the   gardens.   nimble   fingers   holding   onto   the   spine   of   the   tome   in   her   hands,   scanning   rows   of   greens   for   the   perfect   spot   for   some   quiet   time   -   reading   while   eyeing   all   the   nobles   of   court.   mellow   lull   -   a   midsummer's   day   daydream   steals   her   attention   as   it   pulls   her   closer   to   the   source   of   the   melody.   graceful   movements   of   limbs   resemble   dancing   upon   the   softest   clouds,   "   my   liege,   "   lyseni   acknowledges   the   beauty   with   a   bow.   "   not   bothersome   at   all,   i   appreciate   the   sound   on   a   beautiful   day   like   this   -   would   you   mind   terribly   if   i   join   you   ?   if   so,   i   have   a   book   to   entertain   myself.   "

[steelfyre]

𝘀𝗲𝗺𝗶 𝗼𝗽𝗲𝗻 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖾𝗋 ›› @traegedys , @luvburn + accepting 0/3 replies

charcoal  moved  quickly  across  the  page, trying to immortalize the wonders of last night's celebration before a haze descended upon memory. myrcella's hand stilled. she studied the drawing - something was off but she couldn't yet see it. dark hues looked up, intending to glance around, but maiden started with a gasp.  ❝  oh! i didn't hear you approach! ❞   far too engrossed in her art.

[1nfatuateds]

delicate   digits   curl   around   chalices,   one   in   each   hand,   filled   with   sweet   lemon   juice,   something   acidic   to   temper   against   the   heat   of   the   capital   -   warmth   different   than   climate   in   tropical   lys.   "   it   is   me   who   should   apologize   for   sneaking   up   on   you.   "   limb   moves   forward,   nearly   pushing   the   drink   toward   other   as   offering,   "   i   brought   this   for   you   -   i   believe   you   could   use   the   energy   with   all   the   sketching.   "

[steelfyre]

𝗰𝗹𝗼𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖾𝗋 ›› @morewoe , @sacrificeds

eyes  were  fixated  upon  the  southern horizon, blue waters meeting the blue sky. dorne lingered just out of sight, but alara felt it calling, beckoning her home to the sands. even the breeze gently tugged at brown tresses. a soft sigh fell from her lips.  ❝  the sea and sky are calm today. ❞   too quiet. when stillness descended upon the desert, a sandstorm often laid in wait. worries set slightly aside, nonexistent on serene visage, but not banished; a dayne did not lower her guard.

[1nfatuateds]

corridors   in   the   red   keep   whisper,   they   spin   tales   of   children   borne   of   dragons   that   may   never   see   the   daylight.   in   her   homelands,   lilac   optics   are   everywhere   -   fruitful   gifts   from   the   dragonlords   but   here   in   westeros   the   color   is   rare,   or   so   they   say.   "   back   in   lys,   we   consider   that   something   good   ⸺   rough   waves   are   ominous,   "   siren   responds,   even   steps   as   she   walks   towards   the   fawn   -   haired   beauty.   "   are   you   unrestful   when   all   around   you   is   at   peace,   my   lady.   "   conversation   starter,   seeking   out   boundaries   with   other   as   they   finally   stand   next   to   one   another.

[aloneandforsakenbyfateandbyman]

Un beau monstre (1971)

[steelfyre]

𝘀𝗲𝗺𝗶 𝗼𝗽𝗲𝗻 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖾𝗋 ›› @crimsonsbled , @divineviclence , @heavnle , @ichorsveined + accepting 0/2 replies

the  sun's  brightness  made  his  head pound harder - hardly an uncommon feeling; consequences of filling his goblet with wine too many times forgotten when the excitement of the next celebration took hold of him. half-lidded eyes only opened when a shadow covered him.  ❝  good morrow, my liege. did you also come to break your fast while taking in the morning light? ❞   time leaned closer to midday than dawn, but bash had barely been awake more than an hour.

[1nfatuateds]

loathe   to   admit,   there   are   moments   like   these   where   dragon   prince   misses   his   behavior   from   the   past   ⸺   expectations   placed   upon   muscular   shoulders   shaken   off   with   a   gulp   of   dornish   red   and   naked   flesh   in   his   bed.   switch   to   new   life   sudden   -   unusually   fast   pace,   it   takes   time   for   brain   to   get   used   to   it.   "   i   desired   some   freshly   squeezed   orange   juice   and   since   the   morrow   banquet   has   yet   to   finish   i   wanted   to   make   our   servants'   lives   easier.   perhaps   i   am   that   kind   and   gentle   prince.   "   smooth   movements   and   he   sits   next   to   the   other,   cranium   supported   by   hand.

[steelfyre]

𝘀𝗲𝗺𝗶 𝗼𝗽𝗲𝗻 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖾𝗋 ›› @luvburn , @sacrificeds , @eclipt1cs + accepting 0/3 replies

steel  clashed.  dragon  prince  quick  on his feet, disarming his sparring partner with one, fluid motion of his sword. lips curved into a pleased grin. the training yard had been empty since calyx had arrived with the early morning light. as fun as it would've been showing off to the visiting nobles, getting through his training without delay meant the rest of the day was his to seize. the sound of footsteps reached his ears with ease; calyx turned.  ❝  i see i'm not the only one awake early. ❞ 

[1nfatuateds]

daughter's   cries   woke   former   dragonlord   up,   sneakily   removing   himself   and   youngest   dragon   princess   from   his   chambers   ⸺   wife   still   peacefully   slumbering.   with   gentleness,   he   bounces   the   precious   human   in   his   arms   as   he   wanders   through   the   gardens   -   her   cries   long   gone,   replaced   by   cooing.   large   hands   supporting   her   crown,   tiny   limbs   squirming   against   the   lack   of   free   movement   as   prince   presses   rhaella   closer.   "   seems   like   the   princess   resembles   her   uncle,   baby   brother.   "

[crimsonsbled]

she  flinched  momentarily  as  a  small  sharp  pain  coursed  through  her  finger  ,  dropping  the  rose  in  her  hand  .  "  tiny  prick  ,  "  alysane  turned  to  the  with  a  small  smile  .  "  one  would  think  that  i  would  grown  immune  to  things  of  this  sort  ,  "  she  added  as  she  wiped  her  finger  with  a  clean  rag  .  "  now  ,  tell  me  how  this  arrangement  looks  .  "

𝗰𝗹𝗼𝘀𝗲𝗱  𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗲𝗿  :  @sacrificeds , @traegedys , + accepting 0 / 2 responses

[1nfatuateds]

empath,   or   so   she   pretends   to   be.   anatomy   learned   throughout   years   of   forced   behavior,   something   so   foreign   to   her   has   become   innate   as   frame   mirrors   rose's   micro   -   actions.   visible   wince   dances   upon   her   delicate   features,   worry   crinkles   in   her   skin   with   furrowed   brows.   "   the   tiniest   wounds   can   hurt   the   most   -   but   your   smiles   allows   me   to   presume   you   are   fine   ?   "   voice   raises   toward   end   of   sentence,   questioning   tone   to   remove   any   uncertainty.   "   it   would   look   better   with   red   roses.   "

[traegedys]

𝒔𝒆𝒎𝒊 𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒏 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒓   ╱    for @sacrificeds, @eclipt1cs + 0/4 taken spots.

the  rogare  finds  the  quietest  of  places  to  take  in  the  red  keep  once  more,  away  from  all  the  nobles  as  they  groan  in  pain  from  bad  decisions  made  the  night  before  (  counterproductive,  truly,  seeing  as  she  ought  to  be  fishing  for  anything  that  might  be  interesting  enough  ).  hands  clasped  behind  her  back,  isara  stands  at  the  entrance  of  the  the  throne  room.  ❝ that  looks  uncomfortable,  does  it  not? ❞  isara  speaks  out  towards her company.  ❝ before  i  saw  it  for  the  first  time,  i  imagined  there  would  be  a  cushion. ❞

[1nfatuateds]

hair   defies   rule   of   gravity   as   it   neatly   stays   in   place,   cranium   shaking   left   to   right   and   back   at   sister's   word.   "   by   the   seven,   "   shaera   begins,   swearing   to   a   deity   that   is   not   hers   -   to   jest   with   westerosi   society   and   enlighten   her   sister   of   ribbing.   "   you   cannot   just   ask   something   like   that,   have   some   decorum,   sister   dear.   "   tall   lithe   frame   towers   lightly   over   younger   rogare,   eyes   narrowed   in   faux   annoyance   as   siren   stands   still.   "   you   must   not   ask   anyone   why   the   targaryens   sit   on   a   melted   swords.   "

[grdnwood-deactivated20260314]

gwayne needed fresh air after the events of last night. perhaps he had drunk too much wine or simply pushed himself too much. social events were always draining. but to wake up in another's room? that was unheard of for him. what was he even thinking last night? as he strolled through the castle's courtyard he could feel eyes upon him. it was normal for him to have some, but these eyes felt different. he continued to walk to see how far they would follow. "let's play a game shall we?"

[1nfatuateds]

deep   byzantiums   focus   on   cousin's   lone   figure   -   confusion   masking   features   as   he   remembers   the   rumors   that   servants   have   spread,   gwayne   waking   up   in   another's   room   and   not   with   his   wife.   a   tale   that   sounds   more   befitting   to   rhaeys,   or   at   least   the   prince   he   used   to   be.   "   lord   hightower,   how   was   your   night   ?   "   dragon   inquires   immediately,   one   brow   raised   high   -   a   provocation   to   the   other,   he   very   well   could   with   his   station.

[grdnwood-deactivated20260314]

aarohi twirled the egg from last night through her fingers looking at it's intricate beauty. even after attending multiple parties and events in essos she had never seen anything like what the dragon queen had done. she would certainly write to her mother of it. if only she was here to see the butterflies soaring out and coloring the room anew with their wings. the memories from last night almost made her forget the lady was not alone. "forgive me for being lost in thought. please help yourself to tea and snacks. there's certainly too much for just me."

[1nfatuateds]

familiar   face   in   the   distance,   essosi   sweetness   within   her   eyesight   as   shaera   walks   toward   the   other   in   careful   strut   -   confidence   beaming   from   pale   skin.   "   you   mustn't   worry   about   appearances   when   we   are   along   our   own.   "   her   voice   carries   along   the   breeze,   gentle   like   the   setting   sun   on   the   ocean.   "   some   tea   is   certainly   needed   after   the   festivities,   i   have   yet   to   recover.   how   about   you   ?   "   lemon   cake   finds   its   way   on   her   plate,   fork   splitting   small   piece   off   before   eating   it.

[morewoe]

(@sacrificeds + @eclipt1cs + @traegedys + open for 0/3)

"Your  move,  my  liege."  She  had  played  more  games  of  cyvasse  in  the  past  few  years  than  she  thought  possible,  and  she  always  started  the  sane.  Aggressive,  and  ruthless,  willing  to  sacrifice  any  piece  for  the  greater  good.  A  greater  reliance  on  water  than  was  probably  advisable.  She  had  a  tinge  of  a  headache  behind  her  eyes,  hence  the  jug  of  water  on  the  table  next  to  her,  one  she  was  steadily  making  her  way  through.  "The  morning  after  a  celebration  is  always  so  peaceful.  Never  a  better  time  for  a  game  or  two,  while  half  the  castle  lays  abed  and  regrets  half  the  cups  they  downed." Never  mind  the  fact  that  she  had  been  that  noble  more  than  once  or  twice,  she  judged  freely  and  with  no  shame  in  her  hypocrisy.

[1nfatuateds]

with   fluttering   lashes   against   soymilk   skin,   she   studies   the   cyvasse   board   ⸺   too   long,   foolish   girl   that   has   yet   to   learn   the   rules   of   the   game.   "   i   don't   regret   my   cups   from   last   night,   but   i   do   regret   agreeing   to   play   this   game.   "   fingers   wrap   around   a   piece,   dropping   it   somewhere   only   a   rookie   would   place   -   no   strategy   only   praying   on   dumb   luck.   "   i'm   not   very   good   at   it,   "   she   responds   meekly,   hair   tucked   behind   ear   as   nymph   winces   at   own   moves   -   belated   reaction   at   the   action   she   chose   on   the   board.   "   i   shouldn't   have   done   that.   "   a   muttering,   deliberately   loud   enough   to   be   heard   but   not   too   much.

[heavnle]

❝    rhaeys.    ❞   breathless   warmth,   pink   rising   upon   her   cheekbones   as   his   lips   draw   from   her   own.   she   wonders   what   will   change   when   the   throne   is   his   -   how   she   might   hope   to   hold   him   longer   in   full   view.   ❝    it   always   does   seem   to   calm   her   -   as   it   does   me.   it   reminds   us   that   you,   my   heart,   are   still here   with   us.    ❞   for   how   it   might   not   have   been,   once.   oh,   all   the   bright   precious   things   fade   so   fast,   but   catraena   will   cling   to   this   moment   forever.  ❝    here   to   charm me forevermore, it seems. i nearly thought you'd forget.     ❞ teases, armlet's   silver   beads   surely   rub   his   jaw   as   she   raises   dainty   hand   to   press   upon   his   cheek, ever mindful of rhaella's sleep.      

[1nfatuateds]

there   is   not   a   sweeter   sound   than   his   name   on   her   lips,   he   mourns   the   moments   they   spend   apart   ⸺   heart   yearns   for   her   as   his   body   longs   to   touch   her,   as   light   as   feather   dusting   skin   -   being   near   her   is   enough.   if   only   they   could   have   more   time.   freed   finger   brushes   against   bronzed   flesh,   flushed   with   sweet   pink   ⸺   his   love   for   her   eternal   like   sunlight   rises   each   morn.   "   'till   death   do   us   part,   "   heir   murmurs   softly,   enunciation   less   clear   than   usual   -   troubled   like   dark   ocean   nights,   emotion   stuck   in   esophagus.   respective   movements   parallel   each   other,   he   with   his   golden   crown   the   sun   and   she   with   her   diadem   of   night   the   moon.   nymph   with   a   tender   heart,   the   purest   pieces   of   his   heart   belong   to   her   ⸻   inevitable   the   way   dagareon   princess   carved   name   into   his   chest,   solely   hers.   "   what   a   horrid   husband   i   make   -   we   might   have   to   find   you   another   if   i   keep   up   this   behavior,   "   he   jests   but   the   idea   of   her   and   someone   else   makes   him   see   crimson   -   the   color   his   dragon   painted   blackwater   bay   as   he   died.

[steelfyre]

hackles  wished  to  rise,  in  defense and for protection, but hold on composure proved stronger, a slightly longer, steadying breath all she permitted. lips pressed together in a smile, expected gesture when in the presence of dragon heir.  ❝  as they do at every gathering, i suspect. ❞   spoken as if she was speaking with anyone rather than one so loathsome. she would give court nothing to whisper about.  ❝  indeed. hopefully, the musicians shall play a more cheerful song next. ❞ 

[1nfatuateds]

innate   childish   urge   to   diffuse   situation,   dragon   created   himself,   by   creating   a   bigger   issue   ⸺   little   faux   pas   of   accidentally   dropping   his   chalice   filled   with   liquid   on   the   tiles   and   disappear.   instead,   he   forces   muscles   to   play   along   -   corners   of   mouth   curl   upwards   as   he   looks   into   her   warm   brown   hues,   noticing   flecks   of   gold   ⸻   so   different   from   her   son's.   "   the   lions   have   their   pride   and   court   must   suffer   for   it.   "   tight,   nearly   choked   out   sound   as   prince   speaks.   "   i   hope   not,   the   little   one   is   finally   asleep   -   i   would   hate   if   the   ambiance   would   awake   her.   "