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════☠︎︎♛☠︎︎════ ⇠ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ - 𝟒⇢
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Every eye in the room was trained on the paused figure of Ellara Targaryen Stark.
Silence, utter silence. For a moment, even breathing seemed to cease. And just like that, chaos erupted.
"Ethereal."
"Is she real?"
"I am in love."
"She is not real..."
"How can someone be this beautiful?"
"She truly looks like a Goddess."
"I refuse to believe that she is human."
"I want her."
"A vision of Old Valyria."
"She has the blood of the First Men as well..."
"Never have I gazed upon such a pretty face."
"I want to marry her."
"She is not that pretty."
"Careful, your jealousy is showing, sister. Maybe you should get your eyes checked," came Tyrion Lannister's sharp retort, piercing the room's silence after Cersei Lannister's loud exclamation.
She sat upright, goblet clenched tightly, her beautiful face twisted into an ugly frown as she glared murderously at the screen, momentarily forgetting where she was.
Realizing everyone was staring at her, Cersei composed herself, sneering internally as she noticed her family, even her beloved Joffrey, shared the same admiration for the princess.
Jaime was lost in the beauty of the wretched girl, never had she seen him look so dazed, he had never looked at anyone like that, not even her. His twin flame, his lover.
Tyrion, ever the nuisance and disappointment, couldn't stop gobbling the wine and staring at the screen in desire and admiration.
Her children Myrcella and Tommen looked gobsmacked as if the gods themselves had descended upon Westeros, she sneered thinking about everyone calling the wench 'Goddess'.
And her beloved Joffrey, who for some reason had been quiet, which was a miracle, looked ready to jump through this magical god forsaken square object and towards the slut.
And her father was pale, sweat dripping down his forehead, eyes wide as he mumbled something under his breath and finally she turned towards her mother, the one who looked at us as if we were monsters, sat stunned in her seat.
