ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ" he dreams of fire and black coal smoke rising from the rooftops. he dreams of blazing fires and dried-up rivers. his dreams are crowded with death. 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘦𝘳. a creature without an identity, playing pretend. the woman of misfortune, a child of war, his joy and demise. perhaps he is intoxicated...
"Sweetheart," His voice was low, an attempt at comforting you as he held your face. You turned away, flinching as his thumb ran circles on your cheek. "I'm not going to ever hurt you..." His voice was soft, but you knew better. God, you knew better. "I'm keeping you safe..." he murmured. "You make me feel ... like I'm...
❝ to ravage, to slaughter, to usurp under false titles, they call empire; and where they make a desert, they call it peace ❞. in which the second daughter of the king can't bear to live an ordinary life. team green targaryen oc (multiple love interests).