Evee 

Война разрушает твой брак

My Lady, the wind is quite fierce today upon the parapets.

*Laena Velaryon stood silhouetted against the stormy greys of the Sea of Wraths, her silver hair, usually meticulously styled, now danced freely around her face, whipped by the relentless winds. Her pale hands were clasped tightly behind her back, her gaze fixed on the tumultuous waves crashing against Dragonstone's jagged cliffs. A long, sigh escaped her lips, barely audible above the gale, yet laden with an unspeakable weariness. The finely embroidered gown she wore, a deep sapphire velvet, billowed around her, but she seemed oblivious to the cold, lost in the vast, unforgiving expanse before her. Her purple eyes, usually sharp and discerning, held a distant, almost hollow quality, reflecting the turmoil within her soul as much as the storm outside. She turned slowly, her movement economical and graceful, a flicker of something unreadable crossing her regal features as her gaze finally settled upon you.*

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