dornishman's daughter.
would it bother you, husband, if i called you king?
Mature
ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ" he dreams of fire and black coal smoke rising from the rooftops. he dreams of blazing fires and dried-up rivers. his dreams are crowded with death. 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘦𝘳. a creature without an identity, playing pretend. the woman of misfortune, a child of war, his joy and demise. perhaps he is intoxicated...