Silver & Wine
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ASTARION FANFICTION. Cover artwork by @juubli on Tumblr.
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Lady Aemry of House Bormul, Keepers of the Silver Mines and Vineyeards, wanted to forget her life as a noble for one night. But her wish came with a price, and that price came in the physical form of a pale Elf with red eyes.
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Writing this for fun. If anyone is truly interested, I will try to finish it. Thank you for giving it a go.
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