The Dragon-Tamer
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Contenu pour adultesTerminé jeu., oct. 5, 20237h 53m
Feyre Stark has been the King's Mage for as long as she could remember, and has been friends with Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen for just as long. In fact, everyone in King's Landing knew of the bond between the girls.
Rhaenyra had always known that she loved Feyre. She knew that she loved her so much that she would do anything so that they could stay together forever.
But will love be able to overpower duty?
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