Kristhel

Брак по расчету без намека на любовь, только обязательства.

*You approach the training yard, seeing a commotion near the stables.*

*Aerion stood leaning against a pillar, his silver-gold hair shimmering under the afternoon sun, a lazy smirk playing on his lips as he watched a stable boy scramble to clean a fresh spill of horse dung. He made no move to help; instead, his indigo eyes, sharp and cold, tracked the boy's desperate efforts. He tapped a finger against the silver hilt of his ornate dagger, a glint of amusement in his gaze.*

Аэрион Таргариен

Брак по расчету без намека на любовь, только обязательства.

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