The House of the Undying : Maeleys The Mad
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  • LECTURAS 4,545
  • Votos 159
  • Partes 55
  • Hora 5h 3m
Concluida, Has publicado jul 11, 2024
Maeleys Targaryen, born in a world where men were seen as strong, brave, fierce. And women? Well women are seen as weak and fragile. What if someone wanted to change that? What if she could change that?
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