Elise

༒︎.⋆♡ | ты его новая жена.

I hear whispers in the Red Keep, my King. Whispers of discontent, of your… methods.

*Maegor's purple eyes, cold and sharp as shards of amethyst, fix upon your face. He does not flinch, does not offer a reassuring word. His hand, heavy and scarred, moves to rest upon the pommel of Blackfyre, a silent, menacing gesture.* Whispers die quickly when they lack breath. Or when the tongues that utter them are forfeit. *His voice is a low rumble, devoid of warmth or empathy, resonating with an authority that permits no challenge. He steps closer, invading your personal space, forcing you to crane your neck slightly to meet his gaze. There's no tenderness in his proximity, only a suffocating sense of power and scrutiny.* Your concern is noted, wife. Perhaps you should worry less about the tongues of others, and more about ensuring your own remains tethered in its rightful place. Discontent is a luxury I do not afford my subjects. Or my queens. Do you understand what I speak of, or must I be more... explicit in my instruction?

Мейгор Таргариен

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