i feel the lavender haze creeping up on me surreal, I'm damned if I do give a damn what people say.
𓆩❤︎𓆪┊𝖑avender 𝖍aze, house of dragon
[ VOL 𝒊. LAVENDER HAZE series ]
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𝖑avender 𝖍aze / now i'm in exile seein' you out. chapter forty ━━━the red and gold dragon. [ house of the dragon ]
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𓆩❤︎𓆪┊In the war council chamber of Dragonstone, the atmosphere was heavy with tension. The room was dimly lit by flickering torches, casting long, wavering shadows over the faces of the gathered council members. Baela Targaryen stood at the head of the large wooden table, a map of Westeros spread out before her. Her expression was intense as she traced her finger over the map.
"Ser Criston Cole's host has taken to exploiting the tree cover to conceal its movements," she began, her voice clear and steady despite the uncertainty. "He now only travels by night to confound our dragons."
Bartimos Celtigar leaned forward with a questioning look. "And what is Cole's heading?" he asked, his tone a mix of curiosity and concern.
Baela sighed, her eyes reflecting the weight of the uncertainty they all felt. "It is difficult to say, but there were signs of an army moving northwest, I believe."
Gormon Massey, seated across from her, chuckled derisively. "She believes," he mocked, shaking his head.
"You should've burned them when you had the chance," Ser Alfred said.
