A Thousand Eyes and One
- LECTURES 1,100
- Votes 48
- Chapitres 6
Contenu pour adultesEn cours d'écriture57m
Dernière publication ven., avr. 24, 2026
"𝑯𝒐𝒘 𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒅𝒐𝒆𝒔 𝑳𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝑩𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒅𝒓𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆?"
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Princess Aerea Targaryen, firstborn daughter of a fourth born son, was given over to Lord Brynden Rivers, a royally recognized bastard, but a bastard nonetheless.
From the ages of eight to twenty nine, she had been his loyal ward, his closest companion, and his only one.
(How can I look at you and not see God?)
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"𝑨 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒏𝒆."
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!!Dead Dove: Do Not Eat!!
Trigger Warnings are in the introduction, if they disturb or upset you, read no further.
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