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π•½π–π–†π–Šπ–“π–žπ–—π–† π•Ώπ–†π–—π–Œπ–†π–—π–žπ–Šπ–“ ([personal profile] halfyeared) wrote 2022-10-26 03:46 am (UTC)

[He steers her from falling completely on her face. Rhaenyra braces her hands forward, one hand out that occasionally skims the wall beside her as they continue on. She knows the way well enough, but she's sure he knows it better. There are probably enough little divots and hidden passageways that she's not even aware of herself. She's explored enough as a child, but he's probably made it his knowledge for more nefarious reasons.

Her eyes flick back up at him, making her sway and then re-adjust. She knows what she says. Is it more honest than she is intending, more emotional even? Yes, but she knows what she says and the weight behind it.]


I know what I say, and I will not regret it, because it is my truth. [She is sure of herself despite how bittersweet it is to admit it. She knows they can't live in some pretend world where it might have worked out-- where he could have taken her to bed and swept her away before her father made the Septon marry them this night. It is foolish to dwell on the 'what ifs', but just as with her father, she would say her truth.

She doesn't particularly care how he receives it or how he shrugs it off. She doesn't push the matter though. It is said, and that is what she means to get off her chest, telling herself it will be easier to move on from him now.]

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