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Per ignem quaerimus puritatem, per cinerem invenimus putredinem.
Through fire we seek a holy state, through ash we find a rotting fate.
A tree that is watered with secret sacrifices will never bear sweet fruit. When a family spends generations building a sanctuary out of closed doors and locked rooms, the timber doesn't become divine; it just learns how to bleed in the dark, leaving the last two outcasts to press their mouths against the bark to taste the poison.
✴︎ Young Maekar Targaryen x Female OC