#helaena deserves better

[medusas-daughter]

Women should return to more domestic pursuits until you find yourself with one dragon against seven and you crippled your brother and his dragon and your other brother's dragon has just taken to wind like two weeks ago and would get destroyed by any of the blacks' dragons and suddenly your grieving sister needs to go to a battle she's never been trained for but when she's done helping you win a war you and your brother and grandfather started she should go back to domestic pursuits

[thephantomofthenight]

You know what I don’t understand? The fact team green vilifies Viserys for all these things that he’s done against Alicent. Which I agree. In the show he was a terrible father (to all his children… that includes Rhaenyra), and a terrible husband (to both Aemma and Alicent). He was not a good man.

However, what I have also seen is the fact that Aegon is just like his father. He’s a terrible husband to Helaena. He marital r*pes her, Does not pay attention to her, unless drunk (which once again is when he r*pes her), Insults her, Constantly goes out whoring and to fighting pits. Overall, he’s a terrible husband.

Then there’s the fact he’s a terrible father. (WE HAVE NEVER SEEN HIM INTERACT WITH HIS KIDS!!!!) You’re right, we haven’t… however the fact that he r*pes his children’s caretaker shows that he does not give a shit.

He’s a piece of shit and you guys try to go paint him as a sad little emo meow meow with mommy and daddy issues. When the truth is he’s just like Viserys the man you claim to hate.

Side note: also how the fuck can you love Helaena but support her r*pist???? Like that makes no sense. Sis deserves better.

[annachum]

Some images and outfits ideas of Helaena Targaryen that I've found on Pinterest

[little0bsession]

LEAVE HER ALONE

oh i just did a backflip

[sunfyredefender77]

“sadness is condition of motherhood”

[pureworlds]

these beautiful sisters, eternally doomed.

[beware-of-pity]

You believe me like a god (I destroy you like I am) I

Masterlist

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Jacaerys Velaryon x reader

Summary:

Your family was dead; everyone had been killed. The war had been fought, many had died, and the victor had ascended the throne in the name of Rhaenyra Targaryen, Queen of the Andals, the Rhoynar, and the First Men. Lady of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm. Everyone was dead…..except you, your mother and your little niece, Jaehaera.

TW: Self-hatred/Implied Self Harm. Complicated family relations. The reader is a Targtower.

A/N: This is a blend of both the show and the book, so if most characterisations (mostly the greens) don't add up to you, it's because of that. (since the show has been....something, as of late). Also, Silverwing is your dragon, for story's sake.

Cross-posted on Ao3

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Chapter I: I fell in love with a war (nobody told me it ended)

Your family was dead; everyone had been killed. 

The war had been fought, many had died, and the victor had ascended the throne in the name of Rhaenyra Targaryen, Queen of the Andals, the Rhoynar, and the First Men. Lady of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm. 

Everyone was dead…..except you, your mother and your little niece, Jaehaera.

After the Blacks captured the capital and killed your brother Aegon and the rest of your family, your sister ruled the Seven Kingdoms unchallenged. Prince Jacaerys, her son and your nephew, was named the prince of Dragonstone in front of the whole of the realm. Her other sons were given high places of honour at her court, her family was praised and became the subject of songs and tales through the realm, while you and your remaining family became royal afterthoughts. 

Rhaenyra had been unsure of what to do with you when she had taken hold of the capital. At the time, you had the comfort of your older sister Helaena, who you comforted and held most of the time, especially after she had fallen into the grief of madness at the death of her eldest son. She had allowed you relative freedom, more than your mother was allowed, as she had been confined and chained to the dungeons of the keep, gaining her the name ‘The Queen in Chains’. In her ways, you suppose, she had tried to get close to you in an effort to reconcile the break the war had caused to your family, and despite how you had never seen her in the same way your mother had all her life, you remained unresponsive to her approaches. The wounds were too deep, and you weren’t sure you could forgive what had taken place the night Blood and Cheese stormed the castle, even with the knowledge that she had not been the one to orchestrate the siege but rather your uncle Daemon, in the name of revenge for the death of your nephew Lucerys. 

But when Helaena had thrown herself off the highest window of the keep, losing her life after getting impaled by the spikes surrounding it, Rhaenyra had given up hope for reconciliation.  Helaena was the closest family member you had, after your mother, never properly gettin' along with your brothers, except for Daeron. Safe to say, her death had broken you and left you unresponsive to each news of peril coming to your faction. 

When the news of Aemond’s death at the end of your uncle Daemon reached you, you did not shed a tear, and when Daeron died you said you had no time for them. They would be futile, tears did not reach the dead, after all. 

Amidst bloodshed and warmongering, there was but one person you allowed in the solitude your life had taken hold of; Your nephew, Jacaerys. 

It was he who had dismissed the attempts of his mother’s council of sending you away to Old Town to become a Septa or making you a lady in waiting to his step-sisters Baela and Rhaena, who they too took no comfort in the notion. You were their prisoner, yes, but no one must forget that you and Jaehaera were their family, of royal blood, and with peace now upon the realm, proving discord lingering still was not how the House of the Dragon would rebuild itself.  

Jacaerys had convinced them to keep you hostage, using you to keep in line the great houses that had fought alongside the greens - but that was a notion he used only for his allies and councillors. You were more than just a hostage for him, always having been. You were his aunt, one he cherished so. 

Since you were the same age, you had grown up together. You shared a wet nurse in infancy and were often taught your lessons by the same measter. 

You never shared the same dislike your brothers had for him and his brothers, and even so, you thought the notion of Jacaerys stealing Aegon and Aemond’s birthrights, which they and your mother believed in, to be utterly ridiculous. He couldn’t steal something that was not theirs in the first place; he got what he had from his mother, your sister, who had rights over the iron throne long before they were even born. To say you were heartbroken when your sister had taken residence on Dragonstone, taking her children with her, would be an understatement. You were more pained when the next time you saw him was the same night Aemond lost his eye. 

Aemond played the helpless victim of a deliberate attack by your nephews and cousins in public as he spouted devious words about them in private while gloating at his great accomplishment, claiming Vaghar for the greens. Words you tried to reprimand him for, which, in turn, turned his anger to you. It’s not that you didn’t condone his lost eye, but for him to be rid of guilt and his part in the ordeal always ticked you in the wrong way. His anger had always been his least strong suit, narcissism only growing from there, thinking himself invincible, which only resulted in him making rush decisions that gained him but a brief advantage, such as marching to Harrenhall and leaving King’s Landing undefended, giving the perfect opening for your sister to fly and claim as her own. 

You had been among the few asking for Aegon to send for peace. The damage was done, the throne was usurped, though everyone refused to call it so, and you couldn’t do anything about that. When Helaena suggested peace terms, she did so with your support as well as that of your mother and grandmaster Orwyle.

 But Aemond had to go and ruin everything. 

You thought of escaping then, wanting to bring Helaena and her little ones along, flying on Silverwing and Dreamfyre to Dragonstone, bending the knee and seeking protection before Rhaenyra’s wrath befell your family. But how could you? Helaena and you had been separated from Rhaenyra since you two were young, occasionally seeing her when her family visited King’s Landing, you didn’t know the woman or how she would react to you showing up at her doorsteps. 

Besides, you two had been securely under Alicent's thumb for your whole lives, and the thought of your mother thinking you a traitor filled you with panic. You couldn’t betray her or make her believe you had. You and Helaena had been robbed of autonomy your entire lives, but you did try to help Rhaenyra when you two could. So, when Helaena was punished alongside Aegon for something Aemond had done, you felt all the more guilty for not having done more for your siblings. 

If before you had been worried about losing everything, now that you had nothing, you spent your days mute, not doing anything. When your mother was allowed to visit, you turned her away, not wanting to hear of her maddening and secretive plans to place you or Jaehaera on the throne. 

You were told she mostly cried, ripped her old gowns and threw the books given to her out of the windows of her room. You cared for her still, but not enough to deal with her when you too were not doing any better. 

You were not allowed outside, in case you tried an escape, unless Jacaerys or a group of guards accompanied you. You were not allowed to dine with everyone in the great hall and most of all you were deprived of Silverwing. The last you saw or rode her was before Rhaenyra had taken King’s Landing…..and how long ago was that? A year….two? You couldn’t tell….you had lost perception of time.

Jacaerys always proved courteous and kind, just as he had before the war. Even when you were stripped of your room and placed in a smaller one, your staff diminished to only a few trusted maids of his mother, and your gowns relegated to simple, black ones, he always made sure you had everything you needed, which you were grateful for. What he couldn’t give you though, was the thing that pained you the most. 

He brought you books, needles and points to pass your time, and kept you company when he was free of his duties. But it was all futile, nothing could quelch the sting of pain in your heart. 

You wandered the halls like a ghost, the black of your gowns making you blend in the darkness. Some say you were dead inside or having died the day your sister had. Nevertheless, Jacaerys’ attempts at bringing light to your life never ceased. He brought you flowers which you kept in vases in your room, but that with barely any light or air in the smallness of it all, died by the days. As so, he’d let you plant your flowers in the gardens of the Keep. Even though you barely spoke after the death of your entire family, taking care of the flowers made you happy.

You were allowed to bring Jaehaera with you, the little girl taking to you as if you were her mother, and if you were mute, she was another case altogether. Jaehaera was born tiny and slow to grow. She did not cry or smile or act as babies normally would. Her lack of emotion continued as she grew older. She is sweet but a simple girl in mind.  She loved the flowers you planted, which you encouraged for her to pick and take with her to her room.

You two were often asked to attend court, to remember others of your presence and what they meant. Jaehaera would clutch your hand as you held hers, standing as close to you as she could and more so she could hide behind the panels of your skirt. Those days were those she dreaded most; she hated being looked at, especially by so many people, but your presence beside her gave her enough strength and courage to withstand the ordeal. 

Those were also the days you had begun begging your sister to allow you for things. You would kneel, if necessary, in front of the iron throne which she sat upon, asking her in front of the eyes of the court to allow you for simple things, the simple pleasures you had long forgotten the taste of, such as one more gown for you or Jaehaera, the companionship of more maids, or for you to see your dragon.

She would accept every request of yours except for the last, she never accepted the last. But you held the same stubbornness every Targaryen was born with, one she had, and saw in her children too. Your requests became more frequent, sometimes, they were frantic, at times, you cried, while at others, you just asked with the monotony of a dead woman. How low of you, some thought, a royal princess, the daughter of a King long gone, having to beg her sister on her knees. 

While it pained Rhaenyra to turn you down, the pain you felt was one she would never understand. Jacaerys would watch from the sideline all the time, knowing he couldn’t interject with his mother’s word, but none of it made it easier for him to see you so torn down by the reality which you now lived in.

So, one night, he went to his mother, suggesting the one thing he could only come up with.

“Let me take her on Vermax” he had said “if you’re worried about her flying away, with me beside her and on a dragon not of her own, she surely will have nowhere else to go”

Rhaenyra couldn’t object to her son’s words, as so, she relented, though not without a few warnings and orders on her part, which Jacaerys was more than happy to relent to. 

At last, when he came to your room the morning after, he did so with an air so light, it startled you. 

“You wouldn’t mind dressing in your riding fit, would you?” He asked, taking you by slight surprise 

“What do you mean?” You didn’t know if he was making fun of you, and if he were you thought he was doing so in a really bad taste

“I want you to come ride with me” he walked closer, taking your hand in his “Fly on Vermax with me. I know you wish to take to the skies, and Mother has agreed to my request,” he said.

Vermax was small, having grown only to the size of a middle-sized dragon. When you sat upon his saddle, which was tight for two people, such as you and Jacaerys, you only reminisced about Silverwing’s leathery one. Only having to hang around the handle, not being able to pull at the reins or command the dragon, only deepened your yearning for the many rides you had taken in the past and the freedom to do so again. 

You had thanked him, but the gratitude felt hollow when your heart ached so much, and perhaps he had seen through you too. You felt guilty for complaining about such an opportunity and the rarity you had been given. You should be grateful, but what was here to be grateful for when you were a caged bird, in a golden cage, whose wings were ripped from its body? 

You had become hot-tempered, wishing harm on others and yourself, cursing in despair, and picking up one of your mother’s most destroying traits, her nail picking. Your cuticles were often raw and bloody from you either picking at or chewing at them. You did the same to your lips, pulling at the dead skin, drawing blood, the sting making you hiss and following you for days.

You ordered for the curtains of your room not to be drawn, preferring the glow of candles and the scent of incense, even during the day. You visited the sept, the royal one in the Red Keep, not the Grand one in the city, always followed closely by your Septa and guard, lighting candles for the lost souls of your family and for those that had fought for you.

You picked at your food, often leaving it untouched; you had no fondness for meat and mead, leaving you famished and pushing down food when your stomach was begging you for substance. 

Eating yourself alive was the last thing you thought you would be doing if you were to look into your future long ago, but now even the feel of your skin made your fingers crawl over it with the intent to rip and tear apart. How hypocritical of you to send your mother away because of her descent into madness when you were carrying yourself down your own. 

But you weren’t mad, you were unhappy, and unhappy people often were also depressed, which you were.

You only wanted to be happy, to be free, to do as you pleased after years of having been conditioned to the bids of others. First, it was your mother’s, and now they were Rhaenyra’s and her family's. You dream of a time when you could live for the simple pleasure of living, not someone else’s life but your own, not the one others envisioned for you but the one you dreamt for yourself. To breathe the open air, to walk where you wished, whenever you wished so. 

Was it so wrong of you?

The gods are cruel, that’s why they’re gods, and the curse of your family being usurpers now laid all on you. You suffered from the sins which your mother perpetuated, from those her own father sowed the seeds he planted with his ambitions in the dirt laid and worked by your ancestors. You held the rage of all those women before you, your mother’s, her mother’s too, that of your sister and the people at her heel and call. 

All because of who you were. 

[thephantomofthenight]

1) the fourteen year old girl is rightfully upset at the fact her father and bestfriend blindsided her? Alicent did not tell her for six entire months that she was seeing Viserys. She had plenty of opurtinity to before Viserys mentioned not saying anything. Now I don’t blame Alicent she was young, however you’re expecting the fourteen year old girl, who just lost her mother six months ago, and found out her bestfriend was marrying her dad to act rationally. Also we don’t see Rhaenyra insult her, so until we do that’s all just hearsay.

2) “She lies to Alicent” no she omitted information from Alicent. Alicent asked if she slept with Daemon “You fucked Daemon in a pleasure house.” . Rhaenyra did not sleep with Daemon. That’s the truth of the matter. And how was Rhaenyra supposed to know that Daemon killed his wife? Was she there? Did he tell her? Because the only scene that mentions her dying is when Viserys is alone with Corlys, and when Daemon is confronted by House Royce. Rhaenyra is not present for either one of those interactions.

3) Criston was a man the same age as Daemon who slept with a girl he has known since she was fourteen. He did not care about his oath when he slept with Rhaenyra. He did not care about his oath when he asked her to runaway and be poor and sell oranges. He was mad he was rejected and then bring up his oath. He was willing to leave it all behind if Rhaenyra had just said yes. Rhaenyra also doesn’t even get him sent away. She could have told Viserys that he slept with her after he murdered someone at the wedding but she kept her mouth shut. She could have had him killed but she didn’t.

4) Everything with Harwin is hearsay in Westeros. What proof do they have that her children are bastards? They have brown hair? Rhaenyra is half Arryn, Laenor is half Baratheon, so genetically speaking it is plausible to have brown haired kids. (I hate that they changed Rhaenys hair color. Dark haired Targaryens exist.) But what did you want Rhaenyra to do in this situation? She needed heirs and her husbands gay. She said herself they tried and there was no joy in the act. Did you want her to force herself on him?

5) She leaves for Dragonstone because of Alicent. Ten years that woman tormented her. The Joffrey scene is a prime example of that. “I thought we were past this?” -Laenor. Also Dragonstone is literally the heirs seat. That’s where the heir is supposed to go. Hence the title the prince/princess of Dragonstone.

6) “Then when she finds out that her stepmother has crowned her half-brother after 24 hours which just shows how disconnected she is from kings landing, has a dramatic mental breakdown.”

Do you mean a miscarriage?????? Because that’s what that was. She just found out her father is dead and didn’t even get to properly bury him do to the greens hiding his death and her crown usurped.

7) “Rhaenyra is a spoiled brat and daddy’s girl.” Viserys only payed attention to her after Aemma died. Also she’s literally a princess. Her and her siblings are all spoiled. However, if I had to think who was more spoiled it would be Aegon.

He r*pes servants/Helaena and gets away with it. Alicent literally had a system of getting them moon tea and money. That’s how often he SA the woman working in the castle.

He goes whoring and has countless of bastards that he watches in a fighting rink.

And even after all the shitty things he has done he still gets crowned even though he didn’t want it. Because he has a cock and balls.

Summary: all you guys see is a sad white boy with mommy and daddy issues. Newsflash he’s a rapist drunk.

Nothing but respect for my rightful heir 🫡

Anti-Rhaenyra

So, this is just what I would like to say to Rhaenyra supporters.

Rhaenyra isn't told by her father that he is secretly seeing her best friend and plans to marry her. When Rhaenyra found out that her father was going to marry her best friend Alicent, she insults her. She lies to her best friend about something she knows Alicent cares about. She sleeps with her uncle Daemon, who has by the way just killed her wife. She sleeps with Cristin Cole, a kingsgaurd who by the way has sworn:

I swear to ward the Queen with all my strength and give my blood for hers. I shall take no wife, hold no lands, father no children.

This makes him feel like a sinner and he attempts suicide (I won't justify his actions since he should of course be held accountable for his actions as well). Then proceeds to sleep with Harwin strong and have kids with him. And expects to have them crowned after her death? She goes off to Dragonstone while her father is sick instead of taking care of him. Leaves Kings landing to her stepmother and half-siblings. Knowing very well that her oldest half-sibling Aegon ii is a boy with a legitimate heir and men are seen better fit for ruling. Because she wants everyone else to take care of her problems and then just enter kings landing and be crowned queen. Then when she finds out that her stepmother has crowned her half-brother after 24 hours which just shows how disconnected she is from kings landing, has a dramatic mental breakdown. 🙄

Summary: Rhaenyra is a spoiled brat and a daddy's girl and can't handle her problems.

[lullaebies]

i genuinely wish they didn't make helaena a dreamer at this point it's so....??? i would've rathered seeing a sweet girl doing her best as princess, mother and later queen and have her experience her heartbreak truly so we can experience it with her.

they cheapened dragon dreaming by not knowing how to depict them. the show flip flops around with it, and the lack of ambiguity makes helaena seem careless if not apathetic (does she understand her powers or no? bro). and the worst part, is that they have done nothing but make her a spoiler machine, while not actually doing something substential with the dreaming.

she could've been a substential character that the history book overlooked, and the showrunners could've given her a voice. yet they chose to diminish her to the background, bring her forward only to be hurt, CONSISTENTLY throughout the season, and every moment she does speak is so short and lacks relatability because they don't care to put the effort.

my girl helaena deserved better.

[florisbaratheons]

Casey Bloy's statements tell me that they are definitely doubling down on season 3 despite the fan backlash and GRRM's on statements. Calling GRRM, the creator of this universe, a "fan" is just fucking rude and immature. So prepare, folks. We're gonna get more of boring AF girlboss Rhae-Rhae, irritating simp Daemon, Robot Helaena, Evil Aemond, Traitor Simp Alicent (who will likely be fighting with Daemon for Rhae-Rhae's affections), and pathetic mess Aegon.

Yayyyyyy!!!!!

[aegonshiddenrealm]

...Was our son not enough?..

[liviacardew]

the fact that helaena looked like this when she had her twins terrifies me

[thephantomofthenight]

I want to know why everyone treats Aegon as if he’s a little boy with depression who has daddy and mommy issues. Like he’s a grown man that literally r*pes woman, and goes to child fighting pits.

“It didn’t happen in the book!!!!” (even thought it’s mentioned he harassed servants, but I digress cause different takes from different people.) Great, I’m talking about the show where it is very clear what he does. He r*pes servants, r*pes Helaena, and has his own children in a fighting rink. He’s a terrible fucking person.

“But… but… Daemon!!!!” He’s a piece of shit too. I acknowledge that. Now what?

I don’t care if you’re team green, but i constantly see people who just ignore that Aegon is a vile piece of human trash. Y’all see a white man with sad eyes/a nice jaw line and think he’s just a baby when he literally r*pes his own sister.

[annachum]

Some characters I would defend with my LIFE :

. Christine Daae ( Phantom of the opera )

. Cosette ( Les Miserables )

. Natasha Rostova ( War and Peace )

. Edwina Sharma ( Bridgerton )

. Eloise Bridgerton ( Bridgerton )

. Sansa Stark ( ASOIAF )

. Helaena Targaryen ( ASOIAF )

. Octavia Goetia ( Hellaverse )

. Emily Hemsheporah ( Hellaverse )

. Charlie Morningstar ( Hellaverse )

. Sigyn ( Norse Myths )

. Amy March ( Little Women )

. Penelope Featherington ( Bridgerton )

. Juliet Capulet ( Romeo and Juliet )

. Ophelia ( Hamlet )

. Micaela ( Carmen )

. Queen Cordelia ( King Lear )

. Elia Martell ( ASOIAF )

. Lyanna Stark ( ASOIAF )

[jacksonseymour13]

I lowkey love Fanon!Aegon II because he's just a smol adorkable gremlin that loves to start shit with others and laughs in their face when he's caught but cries himself to sleep at night thinking about how miserable and pathetic he is.

He has a inferiority complex and loves his family but can only express it through verbal abuse.

He doesn't mean to hurt the ones he loves but he was taught no other way to show his feelings the genuine proper way.

He loves Helaena's smile and seeing her doing things that makes her happy but quickly turns away when she looks his way.

He enjoys Jaehaera's company and doesn't pick her up like Jaehaerys because he's terrified of dropping her when his panic sets in. "She's not Dyana" he tells himself. His biggest mistakes creep in everytime he's around them.

He doesn't mean to be distant towards Helaena, he loves her but doesn't want to indulge her or send a message that "He's only here because he's forcing himself to be" to her.

He always appreciates her company and small habits. To learn and understand her interests. Aegon makes sure to scavenge and find little bugs to leave by her doorstep at night when she goes her candle walk. He chuckles to himself everytime she steps on the poor little creatures "I keep putting them too close by her door" but every so and then she will discover them, Aegon might not know this but Helaena knows who's leaving little friends for her. How could Aegon tell his love? He hates himself, hates not being to tell her how much he loves everything about her. She is more than his queen or wife but his beloved sister.

How do you treat someone right after treating them so wrong all of this time? It is a paradox! He's learned to not be so hurtful with his words but to show and not tell. He doesn't comfort her when her favorite beetle is stepped on by the guard. She fires the poor sap for his honest mistake, if he could have it his way he'd take his head from where he stood but instead settled on dismissing him from his duties.

Aegon is shaken with anxiety when he attempts to pick up Jaehaera for the first time. "Don't drop!" He tells himself. Just don't..careful...slowly and he did it! Aegon finally picked up his daughter. That wasn't so hard. It was to him because he overthinks every little thing before doing it.

He overthinks telling Helaena that her dress looks lovely

He overthinks telling Criston off for making a crude insinutation about his half-sister. Like yes we get it she's a whore this and whore that but enough!

He's a little overthinker boy that does the complete opposite of what he thinks he should do but at least he made progress picking his daughter up. Her little hands clenching onto him was the reassurance he needed. Jaehaerys jealous glare wasn't though but he could only let out a belly laugh before picking the boy up as well and carrying his children.

Helaena just looked star-struck leaning on the door with a stretched out hand resting on the frame. It was...different for her, she's never seen him so audacious. She leaves before he notices because she herself overthinks the situation and doesn't want to ruin it.

Aegon noticed her erm well felt her presence. He didn't have to see his wife to detect her gaze. It was a sibling thing that connected them. He wanted to chase after her and just tell her but who was he kidding. Finally picking his daughter up since she was born was close as he could get in such a quick time.

He felt he needed to give himself and Helaena some time before he spring that conversation on her and really open his heart to her. What was truly stopping him? Fear of rejection? Fear of acceptance? Love? Hate? a warranted slap to the face? He was scared of forgiveness that he didn't deserve. he didn't want Helaena to forgive the monster he is.

[avacdavra]

𝔄𝔩𝔦𝔠𝔢𝔫𝔱 ℌ𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱𝔬𝔴𝔢𝔯, ℜ𝔥𝔞𝔢𝔫𝔶𝔯𝔞 𝔗𝔞𝔯𝔤𝔞𝔯𝔶𝔢𝔫, ℌ𝔢𝔩𝔞𝔢𝔫𝔞 𝔗𝔞𝔯𝔤𝔞𝔯𝔶𝔢𝔫

from ℌ𝔬𝔲𝔰𝔢 𝔒𝔣 𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔇𝔯𝔞𝔤𝔬𝔫