Georgermartin Stories

𝕲𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖋 𝖎𝖘 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖆𝖈𝖍𝖊 𝖔𝖋 𝖒𝖎𝖘𝖘𝖎𝖓𝖌, 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖊𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙 𝖔𝖋 𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖉𝖘 𝖚𝖓𝖘𝖆𝖎𝖉, 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝖍𝖔𝖑𝖑𝖔𝖜 𝖊𝖈𝖍𝖔 𝖔𝖋 𝖑𝖆𝖚𝖌𝖍𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖓𝖔 𝖑𝖔𝖓𝖌𝖊𝖗 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖈𝖍𝖊𝖘. 𝕴𝖙 𝖇𝖊𝖓𝖉𝖘 𝖙𝖎𝖒𝖊, 𝖘𝖙𝖗𝖊𝖙𝖈𝖍𝖊𝖘 𝖓𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙𝖘 𝖎𝖓𝖙𝖔 𝖊𝖓𝖉𝖑𝖊𝖘𝖘 𝖈𝖔𝖗𝖗𝖎𝖉𝖔𝖗𝖘, 𝖄𝖊𝖙 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖓 𝖎𝖙𝖘 𝖉𝖆𝖗𝖐𝖓𝖊𝖘𝖘, 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖔𝖚𝖑 𝖗𝖊𝖒𝖊𝖒𝖇𝖊𝖗𝖘 𝖍𝖔𝖜 𝖙𝖔 𝖋𝖊𝖊𝖑. oc × daeron targaryen (very lightly) **UNDER EDITING**

『 Nʏᴍᴇʀɪᴀ Tᴀʀɢᴇʀʏᴀɴ Vᴇʟᴀʀʏᴏɴ. Hɪᴊᴀ ᴅᴇ Rʜᴀᴇɴʏʀᴀ Tᴀʀɢᴇʀʏᴀɴ ʏ Lᴀᴇɴᴏʀ Vᴇʟᴀʀʏᴏɴ. "Bᴀsᴛᴀʀᴅᴀ ʙʟᴀɴᴄᴀ" "Jɪɴᴇᴛᴇ ᴅᴇ ʟᴀ ᴍᴜᴇʀᴛᴇ" Es ʟᴀ ᴍᴇᴊᴏʀ ᴀᴍɪɢᴀ ᴅᴇ Aᴇɢᴏɴ Tᴀʀɢᴇʀʏᴀɴ ᴅᴇsᴅᴇ ǫᴜᴇ ᴛᴇɴíᴀ ᴇᴅᴀᴅ ʏ ᴇs ʟᴀ ɴɪᴇᴛᴀ ғᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴀ ᴅᴇ Vɪsᴇʀʏs ʏ Rʜᴀᴇɴʏs. Dᴇsᴅᴇ ǫᴜᴇ ᴛᴜᴠᴏ ᴇᴅᴀᴅ ᴛᴏᴅᴏs ʟᴇ ʀᴇᴄᴜᴇʀᴅᴀɴ ǫᴜᴇ ᴇs ʟᴀ sᴇᴍɪʟʟᴀ ᴅᴇ Lᴀᴇɴᴏʀ ᴘᴏʀ sᴜ ᴄᴀʙᴇʟʟᴏ ᴘʟᴀᴛᴇᴀᴅᴏ ʏ Oᴊᴏs ᴠɪᴏʟᴇᴛᴀs ǫᴜᴇ sᴜ ʜᴇʀᴍᴀɴᴏ ᴍᴀʏᴏʀ Jᴀᴄᴀᴇʀʏs ɴᴏ ᴘᴏsᴇᴇ. Sɪ Aʟɢᴏ ᴇʀᴀ ᴍᴜʏ ʀᴇᴄᴏɴᴏᴄɪᴅᴏ ᴇɴ ʟᴀ ᴘʀɪɴᴄᴇsᴀ ᴇʀᴀ sᴜ ᴄᴀʀáᴄᴛᴇʀ ɪᴍᴘᴜʟsɪᴠᴏ ʏ sᴜ ᴀᴄᴛɪᴛᴜᴅ ᴘᴀʀᴇᴄɪᴅᴀ ᴀ ʟᴀ ᴅᴇ ᴜɴ ᴘʀíɴᴄɪᴘᴇ ᴇɴ ᴠᴇᴢ ᴅᴇ ᴀ ᴜɴᴀ ᴘʀɪ 』