"Lynasier's followers will abandon her if they know the war is lost, give them that chance. If the city surrenders they'll ring the bells and raise the gates, please if you hear them ringing the bells call of the attack."
Truma can either make or br...
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••••••••••• Killed or be killed pt. 2 (Age 11)
It had been already a year for Daemerys, and one of the bests ones for her. She had been training night and day with her uncle for 1 year straight. Her hair had grown longer and longer each day as did her beauty and strength. Her had matured beautifully into a younger version of her uncle and graceful as her mother. "issa issa. (My my.)" Daemon said landing on the floor. "se student surpasses se āeksio. (The student surpasses the master.)" He said smiling up at her. "bona ziry does. (That she does.)" She said offering her hand. "sīr, skori gaomagon ao henujagon? (So, when do you leave?)" He asked taking her hand, standing up. "tolī tonight sīr nyke māzigon late tubis. (Later tonight so I arrive late morning.)" She stated putting her sword down. "ao vestragon excited. (You seem excited.)" He said chuckling. "nyke mērī jikagon konīr 2 months hen jēdar. (I only go there 2 months of the year.)" She said as he nodded. "shall nyke ūndegon ao skori nyke jiōragon arlī? (Shall I see you when I get back?)" She asked tilting her head. "ao shall. (You shall.)" He said hugging her. "sȳz. (Good.)" She said walking away from him. "nyke shall sagon kesīr waiting. (I shall be here waiting.)" He stated watching her walk away.
He wouldn't, I'll let you know that now. He left telling no body, going into exile, without a goodbye, only a rose left for her, left on her bed
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