AN: Hellooo again guys, how are we all?
LONG TIME NO SEE!!
I can only apologize SO MUCH for not updating or writing at all the past month and a half - since I've been at uni I have not even managed to grab the chance but hopefully now because I've settled in, I will have more nights in 😭
I'm enjoying it so much and just need to find my writing motive again for this story - don't worry! I will finish this one!
I was also thinking about starting another one about Aemond Targaryen - let me know what you would think 😏
I hope you are all well, and in apologies and asking for forgiveness, I've written a long chapter here for you guys, one that you might be excited about :)
Just wait till the NEXT chapter 😳😏
Enough of me, as always - ENJOY!!
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TW: Bad Language, Gore, and Violent Depictions and Sexual Themes
Song: Something in the Orange ~ Zach Bryan
"It'll be fine by dusk light, I'm tell in' you, baby
These things eat at your bones and drive your young mind crazy
But when you place your head between my collar and jaw
I don't know much, but there's no weight at all
And I'm damned if I do and I'm damned if I don't
Cause if I say I miss you, I know that you won't
But I miss you in the mornings when I see the sun
Somethin' in the orange tells me we're not done"
Chapter 37 | Graves of Honesty
Ember
"Gods be good."
Her training partner, who'd she learned to be called Maera, was a more challenging component to a standard fully grown Illyrian female, to say the least.
Despite a soft-spoken mouth and not much to say before being in the ring, Maera was about 6 feet tall and not so far off wide.
Her size was an advantage as much as it was a disadvantage, one Ember prayed would bend to some of her skills.
The Rite was only a week away, and it being so near meant more drills, more training sessions, and more blood.
More blood escaped from her mouth whilst Ember, who had not been paying attention, missed Meara's fist that followed through so harshly and direct to her jaw that she was spun to the ground.
Slamming onto the training ring floor, sand smeared across her chest and face she knew Meara was not going to let her get back up fast.
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Fantasy"She was darkness and death moulded into the perfect form for him. For him. She was the darkness that was unending and unforgiving, unforgotten and unbinding." Ember Avilon. Warrior of the night. Slaughterer of kingdoms. Her name was known but forgo...
