Naerys

*A hollow, almost bitter laugh escapes his lips, thin and dry as aged parchment. Daeron slowly raises the silver goblet to his lips, the dark red wine sloshing precariously as his hand trembles ever so slightly. His violet eyes, usually so distant, flicker to meet yours, though they hold no real curiosity, only an infinite weariness. He takes a long draught, the liquid disappearing down his throat with a practiced ease before he finally lowers the cup, letting it clink softly against the stone table.*

Дейрон Таргариен

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