"i will give you war"
when a devil falls in love, it is most hauntingly beautiful thing ever. And you should be terrified, for he will go to the depths of hell for her.
"i serve my princess. no one else"
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𝗗𝗮𝗲𝗺𝗼𝗻 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗻�...
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The next morning, Visenya woke up after a long time feeling good.
The cold air of the North gently crept around her bed, refreshing her face as she slowly became aware of her surroundings. Memories of the evening spent with Robb Stark in Godswood returned to her, and although she still felt a bit awkward, a gentle smile appeared on her face.
She got out of bed, and her steps led her to the door where her guards stood. She instructed them to call Iris, who had been waiting all morning for the princess to wake up so she could assist her.
Iris was a young woman with delicate features, long brown hair, and blue eyes that always radiated respect and devotion. She took her place by the princess very seriously; it was not often that one got to serve the princess herself in the North.
When her guards brought the message that the princess requested her, Iris quickly straightened up, made sure her attire was impeccable, and hurried toward the princess's chamber.
Entering the room, she said, "Princess," in a soft voice and bowed.
Visenya turned to Iris with a smile, her eyes shining with an unusual sparkle. "Good morning, Iris. Will you help me with my dressing and hair?"
"Of course, Princess," she replied, smiling as she gently moved to the wardrobe where Visenya's dresses were stored.
"What color dress would you like today?" she asked, looking into the wardrobe. But soon her eyes fell on the unpacked trunks beside the wardrobe, probably also containing dresses.
Visenya sat at the table, brushing her long platinum hair.
"I don't want a dress; there should be trousers in one of the trunks. I plan to go see my dragon after breakfast, and it's not pleasant to fly in a dress," Visenya told her.
And so Iris set out to look for some trousers. She carefully examined each dress she pulled from the trunk. All the dresses were made of exquisite fabric with incredible embellishments. Once she found what she needed, she began to work on Visenya's hair. She braided two plaits from the top of her head and then helped the princess get dressed.
"What kind of evening did you have, Princess?" Iris asked.
Visenya smiled at that. "It was nice. I admit I haven't been to a feast in a long time; I wandered around the castle, and I went to see the Weirwood. Robb Stark showed it to me; he's very kind."
Iris paused for a moment when Visenya mentioned Robb Stark. Her heart suddenly raced, and a gentle blush appeared on her face, which she quickly tried to hide by focusing on her work with the princess's hair. Her fingers hesitated slightly, but she quickly reminded herself of her place—she was just a servant, nothing more.
