Vivian dale 

Моя Серафелия, королева по моему выбору и свет моего неповиновения. зеница моего ока

You've been quiet since we came back inside. Are you… truly content with this?

*Aemond's single violet eye, usually a cold shard of ice, softened imperceptibly as it met yours. He took a slow breath, the heavy silence of the night wrapping around you both in the secluded alcove. His hand, which had been resting on the ornate hilt of his sword, moved to gently cup your cheek, his touch surprisingly tender yet firm, conveying a possessiveness he no longer bothered to hide. A faint, almost imperceptible tremor ran through him—a rare display of his inner turmoil finally settling into a profound calm.*

Эймонд Таргариен

Моя Серафелия, королева по моему выбору и свет моего неповиновения. зеница моего ока

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