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‎ ‎ @welightheway.bsky.social · 24/05/2026

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ᨃ * 𝖉͟𝑦͟𝑎͟𝑛͟𝑛͟𝑒͟. ︶ ꒥ @dulcetspirit.bsky.social · 26/06/2026

a child despises him .ᐣ nothing new there, i suppose . . . oh how i wished he would remain in harrenhal.

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ᨃ * 𝖉͟𝑦͟𝑎͟𝑛͟𝑛͟𝑒͟. ︶ ꒥ @dulcetspirit.bsky.social · 26/06/2026

i think mother wishes not to listen to jace herself . . . i caught a stray word from the guards that they had a disagreement of the sort. ﹙voice a low, hushed whisper, eventually righting herself.﹚ tea does sound agreeable, brother.

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ᨃ * 𝖉͟𝑦͟𝑎͟𝑛͟𝑛͟𝑒͟. ︶ ꒥ @dulcetspirit.bsky.social · 26/06/2026

i shall call to wysterria . . . she ought to know if He is near.

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ᨃ * 𝖉͟𝑦͟𝑎͟𝑛͟𝑛͟𝑒͟. ︶ ꒥ @dulcetspirit.bsky.social · 26/06/2026

do you presume to suggest i stay in my own bed or come to yours, uncle .ᐣ

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ᨃ * 𝖉͟𝑦͟𝑎͟𝑛͟𝑛͟𝑒͟. ︶ ꒥ @dulcetspirit.bsky.social · 25/06/2026

( launching herself into his arms, holding on oh so tight. ) i have missed you .ᐟ i— i was told you were in grave danger . . . my heart wished not to believe . . .

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ᨃ * 𝖉͟𝑦͟𝑎͟𝑛͟𝑛͟𝑒͟. ︶ ꒥ @dulcetspirit.bsky.social · 24/06/2026

locked in her chambers and refuses to come out. so much of her time has been spent weeping.

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ᨃ * 𝖉͟𝑦͟𝑎͟𝑛͟𝑛͟𝑒͟. ︶ ꒥ @dulcetspirit.bsky.social · 20/06/2026

hungry, getting her fill of honey-drenched carrots and raspberry tarts.

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ᨃ * 𝖉͟𝑦͟𝑎͟𝑛͟𝑛͟𝑒͟. ︶ ꒥ @dulcetspirit.bsky.social · 19/06/2026

yes .ᐟ the meadow is lush with wildflowers in the summertime, hard to resist not displaying them from time to time. they should go flower picking while the blooms are still vibrant.

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ᨃ * 𝖉͟𝑦͟𝑎͟𝑛͟𝑛͟𝑒͟. ︶ ꒥ @dulcetspirit.bsky.social · 18/06/2026

tiny wave from the princess. she has all sorts of wildflowers weaved into her thicket of long, dark curls today . . .

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ᨃ * 𝖉͟𝑦͟𝑎͟𝑛͟𝑛͟𝑒͟. ︶ ꒥ @dulcetspirit.bsky.social · 18/06/2026

i am . . . tired . . . ﹙a drowsy spell; sorting too many herbs, flying around all day on dragonback has exhausted the princess.﹚

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ᨃ * 𝖉͟𝑦͟𝑎͟𝑛͟𝑛͟𝑒͟. ︶ ꒥ @dulcetspirit.bsky.social · 17/06/2026

mine as well, and peaches— hm .ᐣ mayhaps you should spend more time with me then, uncle.

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̵𝐒̵𝐖̵𝐀̵𝐍̵, ℒ𝑬𝑫𝑨 @falconqueen.bsky.social · 27/05/2026

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ᨃ * 𝖉͟𝑦͟𝑎͟𝑛͟𝑛͟𝑒͟. ︶ ꒥ @dulcetspirit.bsky.social · 17/06/2026

innocent or not, the stranger will have us all. our greatest fears were fashioned before we were even a thought, and so were our sins. i fear little except that which i do not know . . . hm, there are figs for breakfast. ☺

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ᨃ * 𝖉͟𝑦͟𝑎͟𝑛͟𝑛͟𝑒͟. ︶ ꒥ @dulcetspirit.bsky.social · 17/06/2026

he is like a cockroach unfortunately . . . hiding in corners and jumping out unexpectedly. 😔 i pray we lose him to the elements.

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ᨃ * 𝖉͟𝑦͟𝑎͟𝑛͟𝑛͟𝑒͟. ︶ ꒥ @dulcetspirit.bsky.social · 17/06/2026

i’ve not a clue, he is an unnerving and confusing man. perhaps he means to frighten me.

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ᨃ * 𝖉͟𝑦͟𝑎͟𝑛͟𝑛͟𝑒͟. ︶ ꒥ @dulcetspirit.bsky.social · 17/06/2026

he who must not be named is here . . . nothing good about this morrow anymore.

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ᨃ * 𝖉͟𝑦͟𝑎͟𝑛͟𝑛͟𝑒͟. ︶ ꒥ @dulcetspirit.bsky.social · 13/06/2026

aenar. i suppose that might be true on many accounts, but i hardly share the thirst for my kin’s blood unlike so many— nor anyone else’s. we have unraveled like poorly weaved ropes.

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ᨃ * 𝖉͟𝑦͟𝑎͟𝑛͟𝑛͟𝑒͟. ︶ ꒥ @dulcetspirit.bsky.social · 12/06/2026

good morrow, cousin . . . what do you mean by terrible .ᐣ

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ᨃ * 𝖉͟𝑦͟𝑎͟𝑛͟𝑛͟𝑒͟. ︶ ꒥ @dulcetspirit.bsky.social · 03/06/2026

only a longing heart seeks comfort in strangers, chasing sentiments seldom afforded. i appreciate your concerns for me, uncle, but i do not share them.

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⁎ 𐦍 𝓥𝘢𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢 @firejwlx.bsky.social · 20/05/2026

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ᨃ * 𝖉͟𝑦͟𝑎͟𝑛͟𝑛͟𝑒͟. ︶ ꒥ @dulcetspirit.bsky.social · 03/06/2026

laying down in a shallow pool, allowing her hair to be submerged in it. duckweeds float all around in dense patches. her fingers tangle in them, water gently splashing.

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ᨃ * 𝖉͟𝑦͟𝑎͟𝑛͟𝑛͟𝑒͟. ︶ ꒥ @dulcetspirit.bsky.social · 03/06/2026

he is my father and my mother is dead. who else is there to seek love from .ᐣ his soul may be damned but i would never forsake him.

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ᨃ * 𝖉͟𝑦͟𝑎͟𝑛͟𝑛͟𝑒͟. ︶ ꒥ @dulcetspirit.bsky.social · 03/06/2026

sounds lovely, ser florian does need to stretch his legs—— the horse or the dragon, always the question. with spring lending way to summer, birds and their sweet songs paint the morning skies with splendor, the stableboys attending to their steeds.

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