fallen kingdoms, 𝐉𝐀𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑

𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐍 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐃𝐎𝐌𝐒.

FALLEN KINGDOMS.
THE STAR-CROSSED LOVERS SERIES.
BOOK TWO.

HOLY WATER CANNOT HELP YOU NOW,
I DON'T WANT YOUR MONEY,
I DON'T WANT YOUR CROWN,
SEE I'VE COME TO BURN YOUR KINGDOM DOWN.

               WHISPERS ROAM THROUGHOUT THE Seven Kingdoms of the tragedy that befell the daughter of Dorne — how Princess Elia's blood dyed the throne room crimson.

     Ghosts cannot seek out vengeance, and so it must be Mariah Martell to do so. She is the sun stitched onto the Martell sigil, with haunting blue eyes, that are flecked with vengeance and thick locks as dark as the night. A spear is sharp and kills a man swiftly but the sun weakens him slowly, burning him should he gaze too long.

Jaime Lannister has rid the realm of a wretched monster in both complexion and mind, yet the lords and ladies of court mutter Kingslayer under their every breath. His white cloak is forever tainted by broken vows and soiled by the blood of a fallen dynasty.

Whatever they believe they might build, for a singular moment, is like a castle of sand upon the shore — the waves pound it and it is turned to dust and nothingness. Whenever he takes her to bed, their misery lies between them like a familiar friend beneath the sheets. There is regret flowing through his veins, boiling and seething. There is vengeance growing beneath her olive flesh, burning and blazing.

Even the stars are not immortal. They all must burn.

And fire is catching.