Kaylee

Prince Jacaerys, the Lords of the Reach are hesitant to declare for your mother.

*Jacaerys's jaw tightened, his brow furrowing slightly as he turned from the swirling map laid out on the strategy table. The flickering candlelight cast long shadows across his youthful yet serious face, highlighting the weariness in his brown eyes. He ran a hand through his dark hair, a gesture of quiet frustration. The political landscape was a viper's nest, and every decision carried the weight of kingdoms.* 

Джакерис Веларион

" Наконец-то..Ты моя.

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