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evilbirdy · 30 days ago

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𝑰 𝒓𝒖𝒏 𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝑰 𝒓𝒖𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒘𝒂𝒚

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𝘈𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘴 𝘹 𝘕𝘢𝘮-𝘨𝘺𝘶

𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐢 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐬𝐨 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐛 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐨𝐩𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐧 𝐢𝐟 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐝. 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐬𝐨 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐮𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬, 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐚𝐲. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐰𝐚𝐲. :)

𝑷𝒆𝒐𝒑𝒍𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒐𝒖𝒕𝒈𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒍𝒚 𝒂��𝒕𝒊𝒕𝒖𝒅𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒐𝒏𝒆. 𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒕’𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒆, 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒑𝒐𝒑𝒖𝒍𝒂𝒓, 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒂𝒅𝒎𝒊𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒂𝒚 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒐𝒏𝒆, 𝒏𝒐 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚. 𝑵𝒐𝒕 𝒂𝒔 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒂𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝑺𝒆-𝑴𝒊, 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒃𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒎𝒊𝒅𝒅𝒍𝒆 𝒔𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒍, 𝒊𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒏𝒐 𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒇𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒅𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒈𝒐 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒈𝒆.

𝑺𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒋𝒐𝒌𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒂𝒚 “𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕’𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒆𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒓𝒐𝒐𝒎 𝒊𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒅𝒐𝒓𝒎 𝒊𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒈𝒖𝒚𝒔 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒍𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒔𝒆𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒆.” 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒈𝒖𝒚𝒔 𝒅𝒐 𝒔𝒍𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒊𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒈𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒆𝒅𝒔 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒃𝒆 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒖𝒑 𝒊𝒏 𝑺𝒆-𝑴𝒊’𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒓 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒖𝒑 𝒊𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔.

𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘰𝘯 𝘢 𝘚𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘯 𝘶𝘱 𝘣𝘺 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘢𝘳, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘵 𝘚𝘦-𝘔𝘪.

“𝘎𝘦𝘵 𝘶𝘱, 𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘺. 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘥𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶?” 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘶𝘱 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘣𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘳𝘵 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘵.

“𝘏𝘮𝘮 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘩𝘪- 𝘰𝘩,” 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘚𝘦-𝘔𝘪 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘳𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘩𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶.

“𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵?” 𝘚𝘦-𝘮𝘪 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘥𝘨𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘳𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘳𝘵.

“𝘖𝘩..𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘐 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴 𝘮𝘦, 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘢 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶.” 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘳𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶.

“𝘕𝘰 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘤𝘶𝘵𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘪𝘵. 𝘐’𝘭𝘭 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘣 𝘢 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘳𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘮𝘺 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮, 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩,” 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘳, 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘱 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘥, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘳𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘪𝘹𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘵.

𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘭𝘦, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘚𝘦-𝘔𝘪 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘥𝘰𝘰𝘳𝘸𝘢𝘺. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘣𝘭𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘳𝘢 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘴.

𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘢 𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘸𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘮 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘚𝘦𝘮𝘪’𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘳.

𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘴’ 𝘢𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴 𝘸𝘩��𝘭𝘦 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘴 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘳𝘢𝘱 𝘭𝘺𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘚𝘦-𝘮𝘪 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘶𝘱 𝘴𝘭𝘶𝘨𝘨𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘚𝘦-𝘔𝘪. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘥𝘭𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘢𝘱, 𝘸𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳, 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘢 𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘦𝘬 𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘦𝘴.

“𝘌𝘸𝘸𝘸𝘸 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘨𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦,” 𝘕𝘢𝘮-𝘨𝘺𝘶’𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘱, 𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘷𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘵. 𝘚𝘦-𝘔𝘪 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘮.

“𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵?”

“𝘞𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘯’𝘵 𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘱𝘭𝘦.”

𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦, 𝘪𝘵’𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘺. 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘕𝘢𝘮-𝘨𝘺𝘶 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘨𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘯.

“𝘏𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘶𝘺𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘷𝘦𝘴,” 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘴 𝘴𝘤𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘴, 𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩. 𝘈𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘵, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘚𝘦-𝘔𝘪’𝘴 𝘭𝘢𝘱.

“𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯? 𝘞𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴,” 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘦𝘥, 𝘚𝘦-𝘔𝘪 𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳.

“𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘶𝘺𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘴.”

“𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳’𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘬 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘯𝘴.”

“𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘱𝘦𝘵 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦.’

“𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘚𝘦-𝘔𝘪 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘴𝘦𝘹𝘺 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘭𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘢𝘴𝘴.”

“(𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦) 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘚𝘦-𝘔𝘪’𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘳𝘵 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘸.”

𝘈𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘤 𝘥𝘶𝘰 𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘴, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘬𝘦𝘱𝘵 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘣𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘯 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘴.

“𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵’𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘭,” 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥.

𝘕𝘢𝘮-𝘨𝘺𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺, 𝘢 ‘𝘯𝘰 𝘪𝘵’𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵” 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘣𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘥.

“(𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦) 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘝𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘢 𝘚𝘦𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘵 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘩𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦,” 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘯𝘰𝘥 𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘵 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘴’ 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯

“𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘥𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘪𝘻𝘦, 𝘚𝘦-𝘮𝘪 𝘵𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘐 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘦𝘥,” 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘳.

“𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘪𝘻𝘦,” 𝘚𝘦-𝘮𝘪 𝘩𝘶𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘥, 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘬.

“𝘐’𝘮 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘺, 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱, 𝘐 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘨𝘪𝘧𝘵𝘴 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘢 𝘝𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘢 𝘚𝘦𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘵….𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦,” 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘪𝘨𝘨𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘶𝘱 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦.

“𝘖𝘧 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵,” 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘢 𝘴��𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘬 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴.

“𝘚𝘌𝘌𝘌𝘌,” 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘴 𝘺𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥, 𝘳𝘶𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘮 𝘸𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱𝘴.

“𝘞𝘏𝘈𝘛𝘛!” 𝘐 𝘺𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘺𝘦𝘥.

“𝘉𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵,” 𝘕𝘢𝘮-𝘨𝘺𝘶 𝘴𝘢𝘺𝘴. 𝘐 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘳𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘺 𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘴.

“𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴,” 𝘚𝘦-𝘔𝘪 𝘩𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘬, 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘪𝘯.

“𝘖𝘩 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘯, 𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘕𝘢𝘮-𝘴𝘶- 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘕𝘢𝘮-𝘨𝘺𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴,” 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘴 𝘩𝘶𝘧𝘧𝘴.

“𝘖𝘩 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺…𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳.” 𝘚𝘦-𝘔𝘪 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥, 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩.

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘥, 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘵 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺.

“𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵-𝘶𝘩𝘩-𝘶𝘮𝘮- 𝘱𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳, 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘶𝘺𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘹𝘵 𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘬.” 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘴 𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘧𝘧.

𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘚𝘦-𝘔𝘪 𝘭𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴. 𝘚𝘦-𝘔𝘪 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘴 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘳.

𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘳, 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵’𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘪𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘭𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥.

“𝘖𝘩.𝘩𝘢𝘩𝘢…𝘮𝘺..𝘩𝘢𝘩𝘢..𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨…𝘨𝘰𝘥…𝘩𝘢𝘩𝘢𝘩,” 𝘚𝘦-𝘔𝘪 𝘨𝘳𝘪𝘱𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘦𝘭, 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘩𝘶𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘰𝘸.

“𝘋𝘪𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘩𝘢,” 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘸.

𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢 𝘧𝘦𝘸 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘵𝘦𝘴.

“𝘞𝘰𝘸 𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘢𝘳𝘦, 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘶𝘥𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘧𝘶𝘯𝘯𝘺,” 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘩, 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘢𝘵.

“𝘈𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘥”

𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘵 𝘚𝘦-𝘔𝘪 𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘳, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯’𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘯..𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨

𝘏𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘪𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴

𝘏𝘦𝘳 𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴

𝘏𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴

𝘏𝘦𝘳 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦

𝘏𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦

𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭

𝘓𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘤𝘰 𝘰𝘯 𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘥𝘢𝘺

𝘖𝘳 𝘢 𝘱𝘰𝘱𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘢 𝘩𝘰𝘵 𝘥𝘢𝘺

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬

𝘈 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘯

“𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢 𝘣𝘰𝘺,” 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘴 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘱.

𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺, 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴, 𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘧𝘭𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘺 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘴𝘰 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘦.

𝘐𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘳 𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘦, 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘦𝘨 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘴 𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘮, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘰𝘶𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘶𝘱𝘵𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶.

“��’𝘥 𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴”

𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘦𝘭𝘱 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘱, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘚𝘦-𝘮𝘪 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘳 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘥, 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘦𝘬.

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Fire and Family (1)

SUMMARY | chapter name: Aemond's Mysterious Girlfriend

WARNINGS | no warnings really, perhaps slight homophobia as well as slight rhaenicent, modern au

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A/N | I had so much fun writing this omggg

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𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 — 𝐍𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫

“Stop worrying."

Aemond’s grip on the steering wheel was tighter than necessary, his knuckles turning white as he kept his gaze fixed on the road ahead.

“I’m not worried,” he replied, his voice flat and unconvincing.

You raised a skeptical brow, your silver hair catching the light as you observed his tense posture. “Is that why your fists are strangling the wheel, and your eyebrows remind me of an angry bird?”

“I’m not worried,” he murmured again, deadpan.

Rolling your eyes, you turned your attention to the window, watching as the city of King’s Landing whizzed by in a blur of traffic and buildings. “Still not convinced, but I’ll drop it.”

As the car slowed to a stop at a red light, Aemond reached over without a word and pushed your feet off the dashboard.

“You’re going to scratch the dashboard,” he said, his tone more parental than necessary.

You huffed in response. “You know what would’ve made this situation so much better?”

Aemond sighed but humored you. “What?”

“If you’d introduced me to her beforehand,” you replied, casual and flippant.

“Little late for that,” he muttered under his breath, his grip tightening on the wheel again.

“Not really,” you continued, undeterred. “We can fix it tonight. You can introduce me to her, and I’ll give her a briefing.”

“A briefing?” Aemond finally turned his head to give you a raised brow.

You shrugged, completely nonchalant. “Yeah, you know, some tips on how to handle everyone. I mean, you know how our family can be.”

He turned back to the road, the light now green as the car lurched forward. “You’ll meet her tonight. That’s final.”

“Whatever,” you muttered, rolling your eyes again at his attempt to sound authoritative.

For a moment, there was silence in the car, the tension hanging in the air until you decided to poke at him again. You turned to him with a mischievous smile.

“So, can I at least know her name?”

Aemond sighed, his patience clearly running thin. “You’ll know it tonight.”

Once again, you huffed, fingers reaching for the radio, but before you could even touch it, Aemond slapped your hand away.

"Aemond!" you protested, glaring at him.

“I am not listening to the Mamma Mia soundtrack again,” he grumbled, his gaze firmly locked on the road.

You leaned back in your seat, crossing your arms in a huff. “It wasn’t going to be Mamma Mia,” you mumbled in a quieter voice, “It was going to be Pitch Perfect.”

Aemond’s lips twitched upwards, but he said nothing, clearly not wanting to start an argument.

After a moment, you spoke up again, “You know everyone's going to be there, right?”

Aemond glanced at you out of the corner of his eye, silently asking you to elaborate.

“Jace is coming back from Winterfell University, Helaena’s flying in from her Dorne trip, and of course, Baela and Rhaena are going to be there too. The whole circus.”

Aemond closed his eye and sighed deeply. “That’s absolutely fantastic.”

You gave him a sickly sweet smile. “I know, right? It’s going to be great.”

CUE THE FRIENDS THEME SONG

"i'll be there for you..."

ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ᴠᴇʟᴀʀʏᴏɴ - ᴜɴɴᴏғғɪᴄɪᴀʟ ᴛʜᴇʀᴀᴘɪsᴛ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴀʀɢᴀʀʏᴇɴ-ᴠᴇʟᴀʀʏᴏɴ-ʜɪɢʜᴛᴏᴡᴇʀ ғᴀᴍɪʟʏ

ᴀᴇᴍᴏɴᴅ ᴛᴀʀɢᴀʀʏᴇɴ - ᴛʜᴇ sᴇʀɪᴏᴜs ʙᴏʀɪɴɢ ᴛʏᴘᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴅᴏᴇsɴ'ᴛ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ʜᴏᴡ ᴛᴏ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ғᴜɴ (ᴀᴇɢᴏɴ's ᴡᴏʀᴅs)

ʜᴇʟᴀᴇɴᴀ ᴛᴀʀɢᴀʀʏᴇɴ - ᴛʜᴇ sʜʏ ɢɪʀʟ ᴛʜᴀᴛ sᴏᴍᴇʜᴏᴡ ᴋɴᴏᴡs ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴏɴᴇ

ᴀᴇɢᴏɴ ᴛᴀʀɢᴀʀʏᴇɴ - "ʜᴇʀᴇ ғᴏʀ ᴀ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴛɪᴍᴇ, ɴᴏᴛ ᴀ ʟᴏɴɢ ᴛɪᴍᴇ."

ʙᴀᴇʟᴀ ᴛᴀʀɢᴀʀʏᴇɴ - ᴛʜᴇ ɢɪʀʟ ᴡʜᴏ ᴡɪʟʟ ɴᴏᴛ sᴜᴘᴘᴏʀᴛ ᴅᴇʟᴜsɪᴏɴᴀʟ ʙᴇʜᴀᴠɪᴏʀ

ʀʜᴀᴇɴᴀ ᴛᴀʀɢᴀʀʏᴇɴ - ᴛʜᴇ ɢɪʀʟ ᴡʜᴏ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs ᴇɴᴄᴏᴜʀᴀɢᴇ ᴅᴇʟᴜsɪᴏɴᴀʟ ʙᴇʜᴀᴠɪᴏʀ

ᴊᴀᴄᴇ ᴠᴇʟᴀʀʏᴏɴ - "ᴘɪᴄᴋ ᴍᴇ ʙᴏʏ" (ʜɪs sɪsᴛᴇʀ's ᴡᴏʀᴅs)

ʟᴜᴋᴇ ᴠᴇʟᴀʀʏᴏɴ - ɪs ᴛᴇʀʀɪғɪᴇᴅ ᴏғ ᴀᴇᴍᴏɴᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ʟɪᴋᴇs ᴠɪᴅᴇᴏ ɢᴀᴍᴇs

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“Family, I’m home!” you called out, stepping into the elaborate white foyer, adorned with red and gold accents, the unmistakable colors of House Targaryen. Almost instantly, you heard a high-pitched squeal of, “Mandia!” before a blur of silver hair zoomed toward your legs.

Before Aegon could tackle you, you scooped him up in your arms. His delighted giggles filled the room as you peppered his chubby cheeks with endless kisses. His tiny hands pushed your face away, but his smile said he loved every second of it.

Still grinning, you carried Aegon further into the house and walked into the living room, where you found your Joffrey sitting at the dining table, looking miserable. His dark hair was a mess, and he seemed to be staring at a mountain of papers.

“What are you doing?” you frowned, setting Aegon down and taking a closer look at the chaos.

Joffrey sighed dramatically, shooting you a pleading look that screamed, Save me. “Mum’s making me do homework.”

“Homework?” You scoffed, raising an eyebrow. “It’s summer break!”

“Please tell her that,” Joffrey begged, his eyes wide with desperation as you ruffled his shaggy hair.

Smirking, you patted him on the back. "Good luck with that, babe. You're on your own."

After that you made your way into your room, tossing your suitcase haphazardly onto the floor, you began the half-hearted process of unpacking. It wasn’t long before the monotony of folding clothes drove you to abandon the task altogether. You had barely been home for an hour, and already you were bored out of your mind.

Deciding you needed some distraction, you wandered downstairs to the nursery, where your baby brother, Viserys, was babbling away in his crib. As soon as he saw you, his face lit up, and he let out a delighted squeal. You couldn’t resist scooping him up, peppering his chubby cheeks with kisses until he was giggling uncontrollably and swatting at your face with his tiny hands.

"Alright, alright, no more kisses," you chuckled, carrying him out toward the backyard. "Let's go hang by the pool. It's hot enough to melt dragon eggs out there."

By the time you settled onto a lounge chair by the pool, it was around 3 p.m. Viserys lay on your stomach, gurgling happily, while Aegon and Joffrey were busy running around with the family dogs, chasing after balls that had long since disappeared under bushes.

Naturally, the estate wasn’t complete without its own mini-zoo: four large dogs—Vermax, Arrax, Tyraxes, and Stormcloud—were bounding around, while Syrax, your mother's obnoxiously spoiled Ragdoll cat, lounged on a nearby chair, surveying her kingdom with complete indifference.

You were just about to doze off when the sound of heels clacking against the stone patio jolted you awake. Your mother, Rhaenyra, burst onto the scene, looking as though she’d just sprinted from the boardroom to the backyard. She was still dressed in a sharply tailored business suit, her hair pulled back in a tight bun, phone in one hand and a look of mild panic in her eyes.

“Hey, twin,” you greeted lazily, raising a hand in half-hearted acknowledgment from your pool chair.

She barely slowed her pace, but she leaned down to kiss your cheek and then pressed a quick kiss to Viserys’s forehead. “Oh, you’re home,” she said, clearly distracted as her eyes scanned the chaos happening around the pool.

“Yup, back from the university zoo,” you replied, glancing at your phone. “By the way, what time are we supposed to be at Alicent’s dinner again?”

Rhaenyra frowned, her silver brows knitting together as she thought. “Five. Why?”

You tilted your phone toward her, raising a brow. “It’s 4:55.”

“Seven hells,” she muttered under her breath, eyes widening. For reasons beyond your comprehension, she always treated Alicent Hightower’s monthly dinners like they were state banquets.

“I know I’m late,” she said, already halfway out the door again. “Just give me five minutes to change.”

As she reached the door, she paused and did a quick headcount. Her eyes narrowed. “Where’s Jace?”

You absentmindedly tickled Viserys’s tummy, earning more giggles as you replied, “He texted me. He’s meeting us there. And he’s bringing a friend.”

Your mother turned around, her interest piqued. “A friend, or a friend?”

You gave her an exasperated look. “Mum, it’s his roommate, Cregan. Calm down, please."

Rhaenyra sighed dramatically, placing a hand on her hip. “Well, considering the way you lot are going, I’ve given up hope for grandchildren.”

You rolled your eyes, pointing at yourself, “First of all, your eldest child—that’s me—is only 21."

Then you gestured at Viserys, who was now trying to chew on his own hand, "And second of all, why on earth would you want grandchildren when your youngest is two years old?”

Your mother waved you off, muttering something about you distracting her before she rushed back inside.

She disappeared inside, muttering something about being late. You let out a long, exaggerated sigh, lifting Viserys off your stomach and handing him over to Elinda, the family nanny who had looked after you when you were a babe.

Once Viserys was safely in her arms, you heaved yourself out of the lounge chair and trudged inside to change, mentally preparing yourself for the inevitable awkwardness that always came with family dinners at Alicent’s.

You settled on a white, lacy top, a floral skirt that was just the right amount of "summer chic," and a pair of simple heels. You gave yourself an approving nod in the mirror. Definitely Alicent-approved.

Feeling confident, you grabbed your phone and headed out of your room, only to bump straight into Luke, who was coming down the hallway. He grinned at you, but your smile quickly turned into a frown as you eyed his outfit—jeans, a wrinkled graphic tee, and sneakers that had definitely seen better days.

"Are you serious?" you said, crossing your arms. "Are you going in that?"

Luke looked down at himself, confused and mildly offended. "What’s wrong with this?"

You gestured dramatically to your own outfit, then at his. "This is a formal dinner, Luke. We're not going to some burger joint."

"It’s a family dinner," Luke said, clearly not seeing the issue.

"Yeah," you emphasized, "hosted by Alicent. You know, the Queen of Passive-Aggressive Judgement? If you show up in jeans and a t-shirt, she’ll feel disrespected. She’ll probably spend the whole evening giving you the side-eye over the salad forks."

Luke crossed his arms and scowled. “It’s not that big of a dea—”

Before he could finish, your mother appeared at the staircase, looking like a force of nature in her sleek, all-black ensemble, her eyes narrowing immediately as she took in Luke’s choice of attire.

"What are you wearing?" she demanded, her voice carrying that “I’m not mad, just disappointed�� tone that only parents can master.

"It’s a family dinner," Luke mumbled, pouting like a child caught sneaking biscuits before dinner.

Your mother gave him the look. The one that could send grown men running. "Go change."

"But—"

"Go. Change," Rhaenyra repeated, in a tone that left zero room for argument.

Luke groaned loudly, throwing his head back in melodramatic exasperation before stomping back toward his room like a scolded puppy.

By the time 6 p.m. rolled around, your mother had somehow managed to corral the entire chaotic family into the car. Aegon and Viserys were strapped securely in their car seats, with Joffrey wedged between them, poking Aegon every few minutes just to get a reaction.

Luke sat in the very back seat, arms crossed, radiating the kind of grumpy energy only a teenager could muster. You claimed the front seat beside Rhaenyra, already bracing yourself for the inevitable passive-aggressive showdown awaiting at Alicent’s.

"It’s 6 p.m.," you muttered, stating the obvious as your eyes flicked to the time on the dashboard.

Your mother shot you a side-eye glare that could freeze molten lava. You quickly clamped your mouth shut, deciding now was not the time to point out that being late to Alicent’s dinner would no doubt set off a chain reaction of looks and carefully veiled comments that would last the entire evening.

Rhaenyra turned on the radio, flipping through stations until she settled on some boring classical piece that did nothing to soothe the tension in the car.

As she drove through the sprawling estate, known to everyone as The Red Keep—a legacy of your ancestor Aegon the Conqueror, who apparently thought "over-the-top" was the only acceptable style choice—you stared out the window at the endless rows of manicured gardens, fountains, and random side buildings that no one in your family had probably set foot in for years. The mansion itself loomed in the distance, more of a castle than a house, with its stone towers and stained-glass windows.

When your mother finally parked the car, you all piled out in a semi-organized chaos. Rhaenyra retrieved Aegon and Viserys, who immediately started wriggling in her arms, while Joffrey sprinted off toward the front door like he was being chased by dragons. Luke, the embodiment of teenage apathy, slouched behind the rest of you with a heavy sigh that spoke volumes about his deep emotional struggle of having to attend a family dinner.

As you approached the towering entrance, the ever-present bodyguards, Erryk and Arryk Cargyll, stood on either side like twin statues. You gave them a quick nod as you passed, wondering if even they were secretly judging how late you were.

Before you could step inside, a flash of auburn hair appeared, and Alicent was suddenly in front of you, her expression teetering somewhere between mildly annoyed and disappointed but not surprised.

"Rhaenyra," she greeted coolly, her tone carrying just the right amount of disapproval to let you know you were late—very late.

"Alicent," your mother said smoothly, slipping into apology mode. "I know, I know—we’re late. Work ran long." She leaned in, giving Alicent a quick kiss on the cheek that seemed to linger just a second longer than necessary.

You raised an eyebrow, watching the subtle exchange with some curiosity. You were used to Alicent’s uptight demeanor, but there was always something… odd about the way your mother and Alicent interacted. Maybe it was because, once upon a time, they had been best friends—until Alicent up and married your grandfather, effectively making her the stepmother to her childhood bestie.

Yeah, you supposed that would add some awkward tension.

Alicent sighed, pulling back from the greeting with a tight smile. "Well, let’s just hope the food hasn’t gone cold. You know how my father hates to be kept waiting."

"Wouldn’t want to upset Lord Hightower," you quipped under your breath.

Both Alicent and your mother gave you identical disapproving glares, but before they could say anything, Alicent leaned in to greet you with a polite kiss on the cheek. Of course, you had to be you, so you obnoxiously wrapped your arms around her in an exaggerated hug.

"Hello, grandma!" you said, grinning mischievously.

Alicent rolled her eyes, but there was a hint of affection in her sigh. "You know I hate when you call me that."

"Which is exactly why I do it." You winked before clearing your throat. "So, is Aemond here yet?"

Alicent’s smile faltered for a moment, and you could see the familiar worry crease her brow. “No, not yet. But while we’re on the topic…” She gave you a pointed look. "Care to enlighten me on this mysterious girl he’s apparently been dating for two months? You’re usually the first to know these things."

You raised an eyebrow and shrugged. “Honestly? I don’t know a thing about her.”

Both Alicent and Rhaenyra looked like you’d just told them that dragons were real (again). Their jaws dropped simultaneously, and you glanced between them, confused.

“What? Why is everyone looking at me like I’ve grown a second head?”

“You don’t know?” Rhaenyra said, her tone somewhere between disbelief and accusation.

You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms. "Why does everyone expect me to know? I'm not Aemond’s personal secretary."

Alicent waved her arms in exasperation. "Perhaps because you two have been attached at the hip since you were in nappies?"

"Well, for the first time in my life, I don’t know!" you whisper-shouted, your frustration finally bubbling over. "And, yeah, maybe I’m a wee bit hurt that Aemond didn’t trust me enough to tell me her name or introduce us, but hey—that’s his deal!"

Both women stared at you in stunned silence, your mother’s mouth twitching as if she was processing this new information, while Alicent blinked in surprise at your mini-outburst. After a beat, Alicent softened and gave you a light, comforting pat on the shoulder. “The girls are in the lounge,” she murmured, trying to be supportive in the most Alicent way possible.

Lifting your chin, determined to keep your dignity intact, you gave a firm nod. "Thank you." With that, you turned and strode off toward the lounge, making your exit with as much grace as possible.

You took a deep breath, shaking off the last remnants of your frustration, and plastered a bright smile on your face before walking into the lounge. It was one of the many rooms in the Red Keep that felt like it was trying too hard to be both cozy and luxurious, with its intricate tapestries and way-too-expensive furniture that no one was allowed to actually use.

But all thoughts of the décor flew out of your head when you laid eyes on your brother. The first words that escaped your mouth were, "What the fuck happened to your hair?"

Jace looked up from his conversation with Luke and his friend, touching his newly curly locks with a sigh. “Gee, thanks, sis.”

“Not in a bad way!” you quickly backtracked, making your way over to him and playfully ruffling his curls. "I'm just glad you finally abandoned the straightening phase. Natural is always better."

Jace rolled his eyes dramatically, clearly used to your commentary. “Yeah, yeah. Anyway,” he waved a hand toward the guy sitting next to him, “This is Cregan Stark, my roommate.”

You turned to greet Cregan, but the words froze in your throat as your brain registered the sight in front of you. Standing there was a man who looked like he’d just stepped off the cover of Northern Lumberjack Monthly. Dark, unruly hair, piercing blue eyes, and shoulders so broad you were pretty sure he could carry a small house on them.

“Wow," you said before you could stop yourself, your eyes a bit wider than necessary.

Cregan chuckled at your reaction, a deep, rumbling sound. “Not the first time I’ve heard that,” he said, clearly amused.

You quickly regained your composure, throwing on a dazzling smile. "Well, I mean... you're just very Northern."

“Guilty as charged,” Cregan replied with an easy grin.

Trying to focus on literally anything else other than Cregan’s annoyingly attractive face, you turned back to Jace. “Where are the girls?”

Jace, already halfway through his beer, gestured lazily toward the patio with his glass. “Out there. Probably gossiping or plotting our demise.”

You snorted. “Sounds about right. Cheers, boys,” you said, giving a mock salute before heading out to find Baela, Rhaena and Hel.

You let out an excited squeal as soon as your eyes landed on Helaena. Without a second thought, you rushed toward her, practically barreling past Baela and Rhaena with a quick, “Move!”

Helaena, equally excited, squealed back, and the two of you collided in a tight embrace, jumping up and down like you hadn’t just seen each other in a few lifetimes. Which, in fairness, felt true. Helaena had been in Dorne for four months on what could only be described as the world’s longest vacation.

Rhaena watched the scene unfold with an amused smile, while Baela rolled her eyes and dramatically placed a hand over her heart. "Wow, cuz, it’s so nice to know how deeply you value us," Baela said, her voice dripping with mock offense.

With your arms still firmly wrapped around Helaena’s neck, you stuck your tongue out at Baela. “I see you two every day. I haven’t seen Helaena in months, so shush.”

You turned to Helaena, pecking her cheek, before launching into your usual barrage of questions. “Okay, spill! How was Dorne? How was Sunspear? And…” You wiggled your eyebrows dramatically. “How was Quentyn Martell?”

At the mention of Quentyn, Helaena’s cheeks flushed a light pink, and she immediately looked away, pretending to be oh-so-casual. “Dorne was... hot,” she muttered, fidgeting with her sleeve. “Sunspear was beautiful, and... well, Quentyn was lovely too.”

You smirked. “Lovely, huh?”

"Someone’s being a prude," Baela chimed in with a teasing grin. She leaned back against the bench, throwing a glance at Helaena. “Just say what we’re all thinking: you shagged him.”

Rhaena, who had been sipping her wine, nearly choked from laughing, patting her sister on the arm. "Baela, don't tease her. I’m sure it’s all very innocent."

Baela raised an eyebrow and gave Helaena a knowing look. "Yeah, as innocent as Aegon Targaryen with his sisters."

Helaena groaned, covering her face with her hands. “I hate you all.”

You chuckled, plopping down on the bench next to her. “You love us. Now tell us everything. Was there hand-holding? Eye-gazing? Did he pull the classic ‘let me show you the Water Gardens’ move?”

Helaena shot you a look but couldn’t help the small smile creeping onto her face. “Fine, fine! He did show me the Water Gardens, but that’s not the point!”

Baela and Rhaena leaned in closer, wide-eyed like they were hearing the most scandalous story of the century. “Did he kiss you under a lemon tree? Were there doves?” Baela gasped, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

Helaena sighed, clearly regretting sharing anything. "You guys are taking the piss at me. And no, there were no doves. But we had a good time, alright? He is very sweet."

“Sweet is good!” you said, nodding approvingly. “But we’re going to need more details later. Like, what’s his deal? Tall, dark, and broody? Or more of the sensitive, soulful type?”

“Definitely broody,” Helaena admitted, almost shyly. “But... in a nice way?”

Baela snorted. “Classic Martell. Broody and mysterious. I’m telling you, it’s the heat in Dorne. Does something to their brains.”

You wiggled your eyebrows again, completely ignoring Helaena’s growing embarrassment. “Well, sounds like you’ve got yourself a Martell boyfriend. Now we just need to figure out how to drag Aemond’s mystery girl into the spotlight, and we’ll be set for tonight’s entertainment.”

Helaena gave you a playful shove. “You’re impossible. But fine, I’ll fill you in on the nonexistent doves later.”

Before you could embarrass Helaena further, Orwyle, the Red Keep’s ever-serious butler, appeared on the patio, clearing his throat. "Ladies, dinner is about to be served. And Miss Helaena, your brother has arrived."

Helaena raised an eyebrow, "Aemond or Aegon?"

"Both," Orwyle replied in his usual dry tone.

The girls perked up, but before anyone could say another word, your phone blared with the opening notes of "A Whole New World."

Baela gave you a dry look. “Seriously? Aladdin?”

You shrugged unapologetically, "Aladdin is a top-tier movie, and you know it."

As the girls made their way inside, you checked your phone screen where the name "Daeron the Forgotten" flashed in large letters. Rolling your eyes, you hit accept, and Daeron's boyish face filled the screen, silver hair tousled and lilac eyes gleaming with mischief.

"What do you want?" you asked, not even trying to hide the exasperation in your voice.

Daeron feigned shock. "First of all, rude. Second of all, I want to know about Aemond's girlfriend. Is she real or just a figment of his moody imagination?"

"You’re such a busybody,” you teased. “How about actually showing up to family dinners for once and finding out yourself?"

Daeron rolled his eyes dramatically. "I would but I was just there two weeks ago. And you know how much my mum can be..."

“Alicent Hightower? Overbearing? No!” you gasped, clutching your chest in mock disbelief.

Daeron smirked, but then his expression shifted as he groaned. "Plus, last month, when Rhaena announced she was a lesbian, and Mum started quoting the Faith of the Seven like she was auditioning for a preach-off... I’m not in a rush to sit through that again."

You couldn’t help but burst into laughter, remembering the uncomfortable but hilarious scene. Wiping away an imaginary tear, you shook your head. "Oh, that was iconic. Alicent with the Seven verses... classic."

“Anyway, turn to the back camera so I can see Aemond’s girlfriend," Daeron insisted.

Rolling your eyes, you juggled your phone awkwardly, trying to press the right buttons with your manicured nails as you navigated through the massive Red Keep. “I’m doing it, relax!”

“Well, hurry up!” Daeron complained, his impatience crackling through the speaker.

Finally, after an eternity of fumbling, you stepped into the dining room. "Okay, got it," you said triumphantly as you flipped the camera.

"Ho-ly shite," Daeron whispered in shock.

Your brow furrowed.

"What?" You looked up, following the collective gaze of your family, all of whom were staring wide-eyed at Aemond. More specifically, at the woman latched onto Aemond’s arm. A woman who, you quickly realized, was a lot older than him.

Your eyes widened to the size of dinner plates as you finally recognized her familiar face. No. No. No. No.

You blinked, your mouth going dry as you looked at Aemond, who, to his credit, was meeting your gaze with the most desperate “help me” eyes you’d ever seen in your life.

Clearing your throat, you plastered on your best smile, trying to break the god-awful tension in the room. "Professor Rivers! Wow, it’s been a while! How are you?"

The silence in the room somehow got worse, if that was even possible. From your peripheral vision, you caught the sound of someone choking on their wine—most likely Jace—and Alicent’s audible gasp as she clutched her pearls, literally.

This was bad. This was so bad.

Great. Because of course no one else knew that Alys Rivers was your and Aemond's former professor.

Aegon, ever the king of timing, leaned in with a smirk. “So, do we still have to call her Alys? Or is ‘Professor Rivers’ more appropriate?”

You shot him a look that could kill, while Aemond, standing as still as a statue, whispered something that sounded suspiciously like, “I’m going to die.”

Alicent looked like she was about to faint, while Rhaenyra’s eyebrows shot so high, they were nearly in her hairline. “Aemond,” she finally said, her voice tight. “I think you forgot to mention this at the last family supper.”

The room was thick with tension—enough to choke on—and you were just trying to figure out how to survive this nightmare. Grabbing your phone, you whispered into the speaker, "Daeron, I need backup."

On the other end, Daeron was losing it. “Oh, I so wish I was there. This is gold.”

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