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THE PINK DREAD - CH. 22 (Masterlist)

Chapter Summary: It's Maiden's Day. The Royal Conclave has officially begun with guests from all four corners of the Realm gathering into the Grand Hall for the first Ball of the season, where all the Maidens will be presented. Word Count: 5651 CHAPTER WARNINGS: Misogyny. Religious themes.

Series tags: Aemond x Plus size!OfC, Aegon x Plus size!OfC, Celtigar!ofc, Plot with Smut, mdni 18+, Aemond End Game, Angst, Comedy, The Dragons Don't Dance, slow burn, friends to enemies to lovers, enemies to friends to lovers.

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Maiden’s Day had begun shortly after the arrival of the King and Queen. The last three days were a flurry of last minute preparations. All the unwed ladies of the Realm were being prepared to don their white gowns, displaying their virtue on their sleeve, so they may all crowd inside the Great Sept atop of Visenya’s Hill and pay tribute to the Maiden.

In the Celtigar apartments, bodies milled in and out of the room with tailors and seamstresses alike. Valeana already had a dress made for herself, which she had done moons ago for Maiden’s Day. Though, at the time, she believed it would have been celebrated at Claw Isle, like it was every year for the past decade. Her sisters were a different story; their dresses were commissioned prior to the funeral, and they were now rushed to adjust days before the event. In comparison, they were plainer than Valeana’s, who had the time to stitch out every detail, but they were still lovely and extravagant, as all Celtigar women were known for.

Floris’ was a shockingly pearl white gown with a modest boatneck neckline, and tight wrist length sleeves. The neck, arms, and hemline adorned with the same damask embroidery stitched into it, with small quartz crystals polished into teardrops dangling along her neckline. Her hair was pulled away from her face, parted down the middle, flowing down her back with only a single braid woven down the middle. Any stray hair would have been held back by her crescent white hood that had a white veil hiding her brown tresses.

Shyla’s was an alabaster white, with a scoop neckline to accentuate her beautiful neck, and capped sleeves. She had more of an empire waistline, allowing the skirt to flow freely with its light tulle curtains. There was less detail in hers, but there were pearls woven into the skirt sporadically, like white stars on a canvas of clouds. Lastly, she wore lace gloves, a matching pearl choker with a ruby at the center, and unlike Floris, all her hair was piled up, topped with an albino peacock feather.

With her extra free time, Valeana was able to put her full attention on the dress she had promised Queen Alicent she would make. She had already presented the queen days prior to her departure with sketches of her designs, and Alicent had only responded with requests for minor changes. She did not wish to be scandalous, but she did want to make a statement. The design she chose would be tedious, but Val enjoyed the challenge. Rosy, her ever loyal handmaiden, was always there to assist with her mistress’ work. She had helped many times in the past, which has aided Valeana greatly when it came to multiple gowns for multiple occasions… Which she would likely need these next couple of moons.

She had a lot of work ahead of her, particularly her own gown for the Creature’s Ball. She had no ideas for herself, and that made it all the more difficult to start. Her hands moved along the soft fabrics that her mother had brought over from Claw Isle and bought in King’s Landing market places. All colours of the rainbow were presented before her, in various shades and saturations. From brilliant cobalt blues, to muted lavenders, to rose blush reds, to even unflattering palettes such as mustard yellow, mourning black, burlap sack brown, and salmon pink.

Maiden’s Day started painstakingly early as everyone got ready, aside from the men who did not need to don their formal attire until later, just before the ball. Valeana strapped in her more formal prosthetic, the one she affectionately called “Ser An-toe-knee Woodsby”, who had a wedged heel to accommodate the height of her wedged shoe. She always preferred this prosthetic over “Lady Footlyn”, it was more elegant, and walking in it felt more natural, but the caveat was that it wasn’t as worn in as she would have liked, and it would always have to be worn with a wedge shoe on her other foot. The increased height made it more difficult for her to stand for hours now that her right foot was made to bear the brunt of her weight on the balls of her feet. Still, she loved the way it made her hips sway side to side.

Her large ivory gown was pulled over her head, and pooled at her feet with its scalloped hemline. Out of the three dresses, Valeana’s was the only one with colour. Maroon embroidered roses were designed in the grand width of the gown, standing tall on their stems like an award winning rose garden. The same pattern was centered on her bodice, the bud of the rose centered between the width of her breast, and the bottom of the stem ending at the ‘V’ shape at her waistline. Her biceps had the same design as well, although more subtle, taking the snug shape of her arm until it got to her elbow where it flared out in delicate lace. Then, as always in Celtigar fashion, pearls decorated the dress all over, accentuating lines to give it more texture.

Valeana’s hair took the most amount of time. As long and thick as it was, it took two handmaids to tend to it. They pulled and pinned until it became a single large braid, the knots loosened elegantly, and decorated with sprigs of baby’s breath. Mother wanted it to be put up, but Valeana argued that the weight of her hair would cramp her neck.

Wheelhouse after wheelhouse left the Red Keep that morning. When they reached Visenya’s Hill, it was crowded with carriages, horses, and women in white. Hundreds of maidens gathered into the Great Sept, leaving behind their mothers, their aunts, their fathers, and other guardians behind.

Only maidens were allowed to fill the halls of the Great Sept that day.

In silence, Valeana and her sisters entered the massive structure. It had been a decade since she last saw it and it never ceased to amaze her. The domed ceilings were so high that you could hear a whisper of a prayer from the other side of the Sept. Her eyes roamed around, looking at unfamiliar faces of women and girls alike. From girls as young as three, to spinster women as old as 60. If you were never married, and never laid with a man, you were here to worship and honour at the feet of the Maiden.

She did not see Ellyn and Wylla in the crowd of white, and she ended up losing her sisters in the shuffle of the crowd. Not wanting to waste time on finding her people, she decided to take place in the first empty space she could. She immediately spotted one on a pew next to a young woman in a frost white gown, hair a beautiful red orange that was laid in waves down her back and plaited into a crown adorning her head. She was on the robust side, with rounded cheeks, a wide waistline, and soft arms. She reminded Valeana a lot of her former younger self, but admittedly this young girl was far more prettier, more vibrant.

“Do you mind…?” Valeana asks the girl in a whisper. No one dared to raise their voices while the Septas filtered through the crowd with vulture-like awareness. Every once in a while, they would ring a bell when someone was being too loud.

The girl looked up with surprised sapphire blue eyes, then she relaxed with a kind smile, “No, not at all.”

Valeana settled in beside her, and took a look around to see if she could spot her sisters, or her two only friends, Wylla and Ellyn.

“Looking for someone?” The girl next to her asks.

“Lost my sisters in the crowd,” she admitted. “Trying to spot my friends, but… with everyone wearing white, they all blend in together.”

The girl softly chuckled, then quickly covered her mouth, “Same thing happened to me, but with my cousins. I have no sisters, just too many brothers.”

Valeana smiled in response, “Who are your cousins?”

“They are Lord Tyrell’s daughters,” she answered simply, then extended her hand. “My name is Lady Catelyn by the way. Catelyn Redwyne. But you can call me Cat, everyone does.”

Valeana took it and they both shook gently, “Lady Valeana Celtigar.”

The mention of her name caused the young girl’s brows to raise and her mouth to gape a bit, “You’re Valeana Celtigar?”

The octave of her voice was loud enough for a Septa to sharply bring a bell in their direction. The two girls looked over before hunching down and continuing their whispers.

“Erm, yes. How do you know me?”

“Your name is spoken all over the pavilions,” Cat whispered in haste as she took a glance around to make sure no one was listening. “They say King Viserys’ two eldest sons are fighting over your hand.”

A deep blush stained her cheeks, “That isn’t… That’s not what is happening at all. Are people really talking about me? I haven’t even left the Keep since I arrived.”

Cat nodded eagerly, “It is all the ladies are talking about. That and your… uhm, many drunken exploits with men.”

“What!?”

The bell rang next to her ear, jostling her in her seat. When she turned around, a Septa was glaring at her with a twisted puckered face. Slowly Valeana turned back around.

“It was one time,” she immediately corrected. “And I was in the company of women.”

“Well, whatever the truth of it is,” Cat started, a little smile at the corner of her lip, “You are creating quite a stir in the Realm. It has caused a divide between the ladies.”

“What do you mean?”

“Half the women wish to end you, and the other half wish to be you. Either way, all here are green with envy.”

“And which half are you, Lady Cat?”

She smiled sweetly, folding her arms on her lap demurely, “I am a fan of great romances, and therefore, a fan of you. It reminds me much of this novel I read whilst living in Highgarden. It is about a woman from the North forced to marry a Dornish prince, but fell in love with his brother. But she ended up falling for her betrothed too, after some time. It was quite riveting.”

Valeana’s face was fully pink at this point, from outrage over this news, to flattery over Cat’s praise. At this odd book that sounded far too familiar for her liking. She cleared her throat, “And–and what happened… in the end?”

Catelyn sucked in her lips sheepishly, “Oh, I dare not say. Not here, not on Maiden’s Day.”

Valeana shot a look at the giant statue of the Maiden, whose feet they all circled. Then she looked back at the Redwyne girl, “Whisper it into my ear.”

Tentatively, Cat leaned over and cupped her hand over Valeana’s ear, “They both became her lovers. Often at the same time.”

If it was possible, Valeana’s face went pinker. Her eyes glanced back at the Maiden, green eyes filled with religious guilt.

Maiden, forgive me for my thoughts. She thought, swallowing thickly.

The Great Hall was near its capacity with the collection of noble families that crowded it. Hundreds if not a full thousand people mulled around, mostly men as half the population of their guests were making their way towards the Red Keep from the Great Sept. Aemond lurked in the fringes of the hall, eye moving along to each faceless body, trying to identify who belonged to which family. He spotted Lord Borros immediately; he was an easy character to pick out from the crowd, and it was not because of his size. He was loud and tended to take up as much space as possible. Along with him, he found Jason Lannister, their Lord Treasurer’s twin brother. Lord Tyrell and his Dornish wife, the Redwyne brothers, the Starks, the Freys, and even the Greyjoys were in attendance.

Aemond knew that most would not stay longer than the length of the Tourney; it was not just wives that these bachelors looked for, but titles and knighthoods, of which the King promised. But there were many bachelors indeed, easily identifiable by their attire.

The maidens wore white, and so did the un-affixed men, save for the widowers. The young men and boys that had not married once wore various shades of white doublets and jerkins. Their breeches are generally a darker colour, and a formal cloak of their house colours framed their bodies.

Aemond abhorred the colour white on him, but at the very least the dark forest green of his cloak gave him the depth of darkness that he preferred. The lapels and stitching of his satin jerkin carried the same green, and in the same shade of white, dragons were embroidered onto his shoulders and the bottom near his hips. His cloak hung on a gold chain clutched in the jaws of two dragons at his shoulders. His eyepatch was the only black piece of clothing on him; it was his most formal one, with swirly switching in the leather. The strap this time was tucked under his hair and under the shell of his ear on one side, giving room for the golden circlet above his brow, showing his status as a prince of the realm. Lastly, part of his hair was intricately woven into a series of plaits that collected into a fishtail braid that went down the center of his head, the length of the rest of his hair fanned over his back like a sheet of silk. The process of which was irksome, as Aemond absolutely loathed anyone but himself and his mother to touch his hair.

His eye fell onto Aegon, who wore similar garb, but held more gold than green on his doublet. His hair was only half pulled back into a small twisted plait on the back of his head, and the circlet that rested on his brow had emeralds encrusted around the gold rim. He kept himself busy with socializing, as that was what Aegon was known for. He surrounded himself with the team of Redwyne brothers, laughing loudly over goblets of wine, likely made from their wineries.

Aemond moved his attention away from him, landing onto his uncle who was on the other side of the hall, keeping to the fringes just like him. Daemon wore black, whether by a personal preference or to convey the fact that he was still in mourning. It was likely the former of the two, knowing his uncle’s reputation. Daemon’s cloak was black as well, though the inside was blood red, making the Rogue Prince look like the Black Dread in human form.

And of course, Daemon was looking directly at him.

Aemond kept his eye on him, refusing to move it an inch.

It was always so strange to him that he and his uncle had not formally met at Leana's funeral, and even after the incident, no regard was spared. Daemon lurked in the shadows while his mother screamed for justice over Aemond’s eye, and not once did the Lord of Flea Bottom say a word about him claiming his late wife’s dragon. It wasn’t until only a couple days ago that they had even locked eyes with each other, after Valeana and Jacaerys greeted each other.

It was bizarre. Like looking into a mirror that showed him his future.

The staring contest broke when Daemon was joined by his step sons, oblivious to Aemond’s spectre on the other side of the Great Hall. Both men wore identical garb, save for their colouring. As heir to the heir, Jace wore a red cloak, draped over one shoulder, being held on by a silver dragon’s claw. His brother wore a muted aquamarine one, and his doublet had the image of the seahorse woven into patterns at his breast. With Lord Corlys still abed with no indication of survival, Luke’s choice of colours was a clear statement that he was the heir to Driftmark… But anyone with eyes knew the title belonged to Lord Vaemond Velayron.

The doors to the main entrance opened with the blaring of trumpets announcing the arrival of the maidens. A hush went through the crowd as all men, and married and widowed women flanked the sides in order to make room for the ladies that would be presented. The first, of course, was Princess Helaena, who was dressed resplendently in a true white gown with a train that followed behind her. Her hair unbound, with a crown of white flowers upon her head. Her dress had little crystals woven into the hems and linings, and the shape of butterflies could be seen in the fine embroidery. Her sleeves were long and billowy, flowing into her skirts and covering her arms and hands completely.

It was painfully obvious how nervous and fretful she was. She slowly descended down the wide staircase, eyes flickering around the crowd as her eyes shone with a glossiness of unease. Helaena was not good with crowds, and here she was on display for the entire Kingdom. Aemond made a step towards her, intent on collecting her from her personal hell, but his mother beat him to it. She swiftly cut through the crowd that parted and bowed for her. Upon reaching Helaena, she took her hand and silently pulled her through the crowd towards the head table where the royal family would be seated.

After that was settled, the gently bred ladies were introduced to the room three to four at a time. There were the Four Storms, the Baratheon sisters, then Jason Lannister’s girls, and so forth. After a lady Redwyne and her Tyrell cousins were introduced, the names of Floris, Valeana and Shyla were announced, and Aemond snapped to attention.

“Lady Floris Grafton, Lady Valeana Celtigar, and Lady Shyla Celtigar,” the announcer’s voice echoed in the hall. Aemond’s eye swept around for a moment, noticing some of the women whispering to each other as they craned their necks to watch the three girls descend down the stairs.

Aemond tried to appear impartial, but his body moved without his consent. He stepped in between bodies, forcing them to part with his shoulder. When people craned to see who had been cutting through them, they jumped aside. Had Aemond been paying attention to his surroundings, he would have noticed he was not the only one that filtered through the bodies to get closer. Apart from him, there were three others.

Valeana had her hands clutched in her gown, chin down on her clavicle as she watched her steps down the stairs. Her hair practically glowed in the midday sun that shone through the skylight and stained glass windows, giving her a halo of dust particles dancing around in the air about her head. Aemond has never seen her in white before, at least not from head to toe. She was radiant, like a star on earth.

A divine creature descended from the Seventh Heaven.

The Maiden in flesh and bone.

His eye trained on her every movement, his vision a tunnel and she was the light at the end of it. She was the only thing that existed in that room, in that world. Once she reached the ground, her eyes lifted and like a magnetic force they immediately found him.

There was a ringing in his ear as he became deaf to everything and everyone around him. They were suspended in time the moment their eyes locked onto each other. Aemond’s lips parted as the breath was quite literally stolen from his lungs, and his life flashed before his eyes. All moments in time that he shared with her, as far back as babes.

Squeals of laughter and delight as they played in the rain and mud, and then ran through the corridor tracking dirt on the flagstone, being chased by two irate Septas. Sitting back to back in a copper tub as the same two women scrubbed them down to their bones.

Wrestling over the last lemon tart on their shared platter underneath the Heart Tree, getting tangled in the roots as they tugged at each other’s hair and pinched each other’s arms. They always ended up splitting it in the end when Valeana tapped out, huffing in disappointment and ignition.

Their “discreet and secretive” sleep overs they would have under a large desk in the royal library. Sharing a large pillow and blanket as he practiced his Valyrian to her until she fell asleep on his shoulder. Maester Artos would always find them, barking loud enough to wake them in a startle, causing their heads to bump into each other.

Her face lighting up whenever he presented her with menial gifts, such as shiny rocks, seashells, flowers, or rusted jewelry found on the beaches of Blackwater Rush. She would always make something out of them; pendants, earrings, or unconventionally sewn in an embroidery loop, woven in her art for eternity.

She running to him in tears after the Greyjoy boy kept on pinching and slapping her behind whenever she had her back turned. He had taken his handkerchief and dried her tears and smoothed down her hair, vowing that he will never let him touch her again.

And then lastly when his father told him he would be marrying her, his best friend. And his one and only weakness. His pride and fear consumed him then, but now…

Now, as he watched her turn away, her hand poised out to grasp the hand of her elder brother, he was consumed by a new type of fear. The fear of losing her completely, of which his pride now would not allow.

Valeana Celtigar belonged to him.

As time took motion once more, the chorus of music and chatter filled his eardrums. Aemond was returned to reality, left to stare at her back as Clement brought his Valeana over to the side, where the rest of her family waited. Aemond forced himself to turn away before he could do anything rash in front of quite literally all of the Realm.

The first dance of the ball was to begin shortly after the mingling of guests, and it would be followed by the feast, and a parade of fools and entertainers. Aemond intended to reach Valeana before the dance could begin, before Aegon or Jacaerys could reach her. He cut through the crowd in long strides, hyper aware of the eyes of his father, mother, sister, and rogue uncle upon him as he narrowed the space between himself and the Celtigars. However, before he could even get within yards of them, his path was intercepted by Lord Borros and the eager brown eyes of Maris Baratheon.

“Prince Aemond,” The Stormlord greeted, his smile calculated and false. It didn’t reach his dark eyes, which assessed him with keen suspicion. “I thought you might have lost my beautiful daughter in the crowd, and so I personally escorted her to you.”

Maris looked up at her father in gratitude before back at Aemond, “I told my father it was my wish to take my first dance with you, Prince Aemond. If it pleases you.”

The reality of his decisions of the past few weeks weighed heavily on his shoulders in that instant. Since that moment in the corridor with Valeana the other day, he had forgotten he had shown personal interest in Maris Baratheon. By now Borros surely was already fixated on the idea of betrothal, else he would not be here carting his daughter to him like a sacrificial lamb. More likely than not, the Stormlord surely had talked to the King about it already, which presented more problems. Had this been a week ago, Aemond would have only hesitated for a moment before bending to duty, should it have been the will of his father and mother. Both of which he knew were against it for some vague reason, given the lecture that was given to both him and Aegon the night of their return.

His eyes flickered above their heads where he could just about make out Valeana, standing partially behind the body of a girl with red hair and a round, plush face. Aegon and Jace crowded them, effectively snuffing out his chance at claiming Val’s first dance.

Aemond’s jaw was tense when he looked back down at Maris, but he forced himself to smile, just enough to make him look convincing.

“It would please me greatly, Lady Maris,” he extended his hand to her, which she took with a bright smile and casted a look to her father over her shoulder.

Lord Borros hummed satisfyingly, “Wise choice, my Prince. Next to my little Floris, she is the best dancer at Storm’s End. Beauty, brains, and grace!”

“Father! Please!” Maris chided, taking her place at Aemond’s side. Too close for comfort. Too close for him to look detached.

Separating himself from Maris now was going to be a challenge. The last thing he needed was contention with Borros Baratheon, when in the future his mother and grandsire may need his loyalty.

Aegon was well into his cups before the maidens arrived for the ball, and that was simply due to his nature. A man who quickly found friends among strangers, Aegon was by all accounts a social butterfly, and an avid social drinker. When the maidens started to enter the Great Hall, he leaned against a large pillar casually next to Redwyne brothers, as the four of them each judged every girl that walked in.

“Ah, Cassandra Baratheon,” Aegon turned to the three men, “Beautiful, but a bore. She complains about every bloody thing.”

“That is unfortunate,” Cleyton, the eldest, tutted. “I like tall women.”

Aegon scrunched up his nose at that, “Do you really? Not for me. I like them short… easier to align their nose with my cock.”

The men laughed and turned back to the parade of women. Jason Lannister’s daughters came in after, hair like spun wheat and looking like clones of each other.

“I’d take them all, one at a time, or all together, really,” Ser Cedric, the second son, giggled into his cup while his younger brother slapped him in his arm.

“Such a pig, Cedric. A greedy pig,” Colin chided, earning him an incredulous look from Cedric.

“You’re one to talk, baby brother. You were ogling the widows like a hunger panged hound.”

Cleyton leaned into Aegon’s shoulder, “He likes older women.”

Aegon’s shoulders shook with a soft laugh, “I do not blame him. Older women often make the most eager sluts.”

“Lady Wylla Stark, Lady Barba Bolton, and Lysara Karstark.”

“Oh, now she is a work of art,” Cedric stepped forward, his hand gesturing to the raven haired woman descending the stairs. “I always thought Northern women were large, hairy and had beards. Thank the Seven I’m wrong.”

“I’d be careful with that one,” Aegon said thoughtfully. “She will emasculate you with her eyes alone.”

Cedric smirked widely, “Sounds like my kind of woman, then. I enjoy a good hunt every once in a while, you know?”

Cleyton snorted, shaking his head, “You forget she’s a Stark; a direwolf. She’s the hunter… And you are a pretty boy with a long stick and shiny hair that you spend too much time on.”

The boys laughed, even Aegon, as Cedric shook his vibrant mane away from his face haughtily, “Thank you for calling me pretty, brother. You know how it gets me hard.”

“Good gods,” Colin sighed embarrassingly into his palm.

Then the doors opened to three women, two tall and willowy with dark brown to black hair in coiled curls and thin braids, and the third a shorter girl in an empire waistline dress and bright orange hair tumbling about her shoulders. Clearly a chubby one, even with the cut of her dress that tried to shield her unwanted curves.

“Oh, that is simply not fair,” Aegon tutted, “You don’t pair up the thoroughbreds with the mule.”

“Oi, careful now,” Cleyton rebuked while Cedric made a sharp hissing sound through his teeth before covering his grin with his fist.

“That’s our sister, my Prince,” Colin quickly added.

Aegon grimaced, sucking at his teeth as he casted a look over to his new mates, “Sorry. What I mean to say is: Your sister is very lovely.”

The girls were introduced as Lady Sharis and Malora Tyrell, and Lady Catelyn Redwyne, first cousins likely from their mother’s side of the family.

“Lovely, sure,” Cedric snorted in his cup, earning him a quick whack from his elder brother upside the head.

It was not long after that the Celtigar sisters were introduced to the crowd. The mere appearance of Valeana was enough to sober Aegon, but only to then get drunk at her visage after.

“Oh, ho, ho,” Cedric dog whistles and nudges Aegon’s arm, “That’s her then? The Celtigar girl that’s gotten the Princes of the Realm all in a tizzy. Now I can see what the fuss is all about. It’s the only bloody thing Cat, Shar and Mal can ever bleedin’ talk about.”

Aegon grinned, eyes still glued onto Valeana as she descended down the stairs slowly, her sisters trailing ahead of her at a faster pace.

“The whispers have reached the pavilions then?” Aegon’s eyebrow raised, not paying them a minute of his attention. His teeth grazed his bottom lip as his eyes drank in every inch of her. Her neck, her hair, her bosoms and her cinched waistline. He felt a stir in his loins and the overwhelming desire to taint her white dress by deflowering her took over his senses.

Her maidenhead will be his.

He stopped listening to the Redwyne brothers; their prattle was background noise to him as he swallowed the remains of his goblet and quickly shoved it into one of the boys’ empty palms.

“Excuse me,” he pushed himself from the column, eyes trained on Valeana as she parted from her family to go converse with none other than Catelyn Redwyne, of all people.

As he made his way through the milling bodies, in the corner of his eye he could see another filtering through towards the same destination. His eyes caught his nephew’s, and with a dual glance back at Valeana, the race was on. The two princes cut through the crowd, causing curious looks and shocked whispers at the sight.

“Seven Hells,” Valeana startled when she turned around just in time to see the brown and silver haired princes all but collide with each other. Overwhelmed by the sudden attention, she put Catelyn in front of her to shield her. The redheaded girl did not seem to complain.

“Good Maiden’s Day, Lady Valeana,” Aegon greeted first, a knowing smile upon his face. “You look resplendent today.”

“Thank you, my Prince,” Val curtsied stiffly.

“I dare say she always looks resplendent,” Jace smiled, his hands folded neatly in front of him, “But, you do look exceptionally more today, Lady Valeana. White suits you.”

Aegon sent him a withering look.

Catelyn turned to Valeana, all wide eyed and gleaming with barely concealed excitement. Aegon didn’t see, but she mouthed: “Three princes?!”

Valeana’s eyes widened slightly at her before returning her attention to the men in front of her, “Prince Aegon, Prince Jacaerys, this is my new friend, Lady Catelyn Redwyne.”

“But, please call me Cat. Everyone does.”

“Ah, yes, I was just acquainting myself with your brothers,” Aegon bobbed on his feet and smiled politely at her. “Lively lads, them. It is true what they say about the Redwynes; they can drink anyone under the table and still walk in a straight line. A talent I someday wish to have.”

Cat giggled, then gave a soft snort, which caused her to blush heavily and cover her mouth, “Oh! Oh, dear, that was embarrassing.”

Aegon hummed amusingly, smile still donned, “Aren’t you a darling. If I can make a lady laugh to the point of snorting, then I have succeeded in life.”

The four of their heads perked up at the sound of lutes and drums, signalling that the first dance was about to begin. Aegon turned back around, eyes finding Valeana’s His mouth opened, ready to ask her for a dance, but Jace was quicker and his request left no room for refusal.

“I promised Lady Ursula that you would be the first I asked to dance, Lady Valeana,” Jace stepped forward with an extended hand, his smile charming, “I hope you do not do me a disservice by forcing me to break that promise.”

Valeana swallowed, looking at Aegon briefly with pained eyes, and then back at Jace. The corners of her lips tugged upward, twitching as she tried to keep a polite face.

“Well, I would never wish to disappoint my mother,” she placed her hand in his, and he gently pulled her into his orbit.

Aegon glowered silently, nostrils flared as his finger curled into fists. Jace gave him a smug look of triumph, the end of his lips turning into an insufferable smirk before returning his baseborn brown eyes onto Valeana. She gave Aegon one last look before she disappeared onto the dance floor.

“Strong bastard,” Aegon hissed, forgetting he was not alone.

Catelyn laugh-snorted again, then promptly covered her mouth, eyes wide with realization. “Oh no, I should not have laughed at that.”

Aegon’s mood significantly shifted; his smile broadened as he turned to her. “Oh, but I am glad you did,” he tilted his head and offered her his hand. “May I have your first dance, Lady Cat?”

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE SNEAK PEAK He hummed, his eyes glancing down to the floor where her feet were hidden behind the hem of her dress, and then back up. “I didn’t see you dancing.” She couldn’t help her eyes from narrowing, “You were watching me?” There was a faint smile there, one that she could not decide if she liked or not. Though what he said after did make her toes tingle and her face feel hot. “Always.”

Notes: Oh, where do I begin. You finally get to meet my other babies. If it wasn't obvious already, the heroine for Aegon's Spin Off story has been introduce, along with her brothers and cousins. They party hard at the Arbor, what can I say. I havent decided yet if I'll wait until the end of TPD to post his story yet, but I will warn you guys, that there will be a mia moment of no updates for probably two weeks as I try to work on both of them simultaneously. I've only written the prologue, and I need to make sure I get the timeline right. But that will probably not happen until sometime in November.

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💔the financial abuser - kingpin!touya todoroki x black! wife!reader

warnings: modern au/no quirks, drug family business, mention of past child abuse (y'all know the story), family illness (not touya or y/n), oral (m! receiving), car sex, pre-marital sex, dacryphilia, degradation, breeding kink, size kink, pregnancy, coercion, controlling/obsessive behavior, stalking, angry outbursts, choking (not in a sexual context), drug use, gaslighting, manipulation, verbal abuse, emotional abuse, mental illness, serious injury/hospitalization. read at your own risk!

☠️: some dialogue/actions inspired by true events.

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—-

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If you ain’t no punk, holler,

“We want prenup!”

Yeah, that’s something that you need to have

‘Cause when she leave yo ass

She gone leave with half

___

You met your husband, Touya, at a hair salon in your neighborhood.

In the "hood", so to speak. You grew up in an impoverished neighborhood in one of the roughest cities to live in in the nation, with an 80% black population and a violent crime rate 95% higher than the national average.

Although it was dangerous as hell, the living conditions were less than desirable, and you were constantly surrounded by sketchy people, this was your home.

You'd grown up in this city and attended school here from elementary through university. Now at age 26, you're a successful chemical engineer, working as a consultant for the city's power plant.

Your parents are both deceased unfortunately; your father died in your childhood and your mother passed away after a long battle with breast cancer just after your senior year of university, so as far as family went, you only had your dear aunt, who was getting up in age.

She's your father's sister, having supported you throughout most of your academic life by helping you get back and forth to campus, attending all necessary parental conferences when your mother was too sick to, and finally, attending all of your graduation ceremonies. You are extremely thankful for her.

Present day, all you do is work, pretty much.

With your work, you usually have to keep your hair pulled back in a tight bun and covered with a protective hair cap. It was always a relief to be able to get your hair done and have your stylist rub her long, acrylic nails against your scalp while she lathered your natural tresses with sweet-smelling shampoo.

The soft ding of the bell hanging over the door alerted you to a newcomer's presence while you sat underneath the dryer reading one of the old Jet magazines that every salon always seemed to keep on hand.

"Good afternoon, ladies."

You looked up from your magazine and your dark brown eyes fell upon the most handsome man you had ever seen.

Tall, muscular frame, skin the color of freshly churned milk and hulking arms a collage of black ink. He was no shorter than 6'5'' at the least. You could tell by the way that he had to duck under the door frame to come inside the shop.

"Heyyy, Touya~" Your eyes moved around, pupils enlarging as you realized that every other woman in the shop had stopped whatever they were doing to greet this man.

Just who is this guy?

He walked further inside the small salon, his small, narrowed, turquoise eyes roaming over each and every feminine face before stopping at yours.

Oh no, he's walking over here!

Your face began to heat up; you hated being put on the spot and this man was just too gorgeous, you might faint!

He smirked at you and dug his big hands into the pockets of his black joggers.

"What's up, pretty? I think I would remember seeing a face as gorgeous as yours around here. What's your name?"

Your stylist came over then, smacking her lips at Touya and motioning for you to come over to her chair.

"Leave her alone, Touya. She wants nothing to do with the likes of you. She's a good girl, she's not interested in thugs."

That made your blush worsen and you lowered your head to the tiled floor, hoping that he'd just move on and bother one of the other women.

Touya laughed loudly. He brought his arms up to rest behind his hair, which you now noticed to be a brilliant white, just like freshly fallen snow.

His big biceps bulged and you could see that they were also covered in tattoos. He even had them all along his neck, trailing upwards to just under his chiseled jawline and then downwards, disappearing into his white V-neck.

"How do you know what she likes, Tisha? And I'm not a thug, I'm a well-respected businessman, I'll have you know."

The entire shop cracked up at that, making your anxiety lessen just as you looked up to further examine this man.

Unfortunately, he caught you looking and bit his lip at you. Usually, the gesture would've made you cringe, but it was different when he did it. It was sexy.

His lips were a little plump and when he bit them, you could see two glints of silver: a tongue stud and a lip stud.

"Y/n is my name." You said simply.

He smiled this time and squatted down so you didn't have to crane your neck to look at his face.

"Y/n, huh? Pretty name for a pretty girl."

You almost wanted to roll your eyes, but instead, you smiled.

"Thank you….Touya…"

He nodded slightly. More glints of silver when he made the gesture; he also had his right eyebrow pierced, three stud piercings in his nostril, and multiple silver hoops in each ear.

“God had no business making this man this damn fine.”

A deep chuckle broke you out of your thought process.

"Well, I appreciate that, beautiful. Tisha, don't charge her anything for her hair. I'll pay for it."

Aw, shit, did I say that out loud?! Nice going, Y/n!

"What? No! You don't have to do that, I can pay for myself!" You huffed. You knew this game all too well.

If he paid for your hair, he'd feel like you owed him something. Not a chance.

"Oh, girl hush and let that man pay for you. Keep that $750 in your pocket, shit." Tisha chuckled as she began to install your wig.

Touya handed her the money out of his wallet while grinning. He held his hands up, palms facing you in a gesture of surrender.

“I promise I don’t want anything in return, but maybe you wouldn’t mind grabbing breakfast with me one day? I know this great spot right down the street from the salon.”

You scoffed, now finally rolling your eyes at him.

“That’s still wanting something, pretty boy, even if it’s only a meal.”

Touya shrugged. “So that’s a no, then? Too bad. I won’t keep bothering you, though. See ya around, pretty girl.” He teased with a smug look on his face before turning and walking back out the door of the salon.

A few hours later, Tisha was done with your hair. She handed you a mirror so you could look at yourself.

“Thanks, Tish, it looks amazing!” You dug in your purse for your wallet so you could give her a tip, but she stopped you.

“Girl, what are you doing? Touya already paid me.” Eyebrows scrunched, you pushed the $20 bill into her hand anyway and got up out of the chair before she could protest.

“Just take it. Maybe next time I come I can get a discount on my lash installment.”

“Girl, you crazy! Get on out of here!”

You left the shop smiling to yourself. The bell tinkled over your head as you walked out into the bright sunlight.

Your smile immediately dropped when you walked over to your car and noticed that you had a flat tire.

“Oh no, what the hell?! When did that get there? Aw, man…”

The offending item that had punctured your tire was a long, rusty nail sticking out the side of it.

“Dammit, now I’m going to have to call a tow truck.” You sighed and pulled your iPhone out of your purse.

“Need some help, pretty?”

It was Touya - he’s still been here all this time?

He casually leaned up against a smoke-gray Range Rover with black rims. The brake calipers had been spray-painted a deep purple.

“Oh, Touya. There’s a nail in my tire, but it’s fine, I can just call-”

“I can wait with you for the tow truck and then take you home.” He offered. Getting up off the truck, he stalked his way over, taking long strides. In a second, he was standing right next to you, so close that you could smell his expensive cologne.

You didn’t know how to react, just kind of looking up at him with a stuck expression on your face.

“Uh, you really don’t have to…I could just call someone..”

“Why do that when I’m standing right here?”

A perfectly arched eyebrow raised. “Because I don’t know you? You could be a serial killer.”

You know now that he’s most likely a drug dealer, like that was any better…but yeah.

Touya just laughed at you and shook his head.

“Not gonna make it easy for me, huh? I like that. Keep it up, baby doll. I’ll get you sooner or later.” He walked back over to his truck and opened the driver-side door.

“At least come sit and chat with me until the tow truck comes?” You couldn’t continue to resist him, no matter how much you wanted to. Especially when he looked at you with those turquoise eyes.

—-

And that’s how your whirlwind romance began.

—-

Now I ain’t saying she a gold digger

But she ain’t messing with no broke niggas

Now I ain’t saying she a gold digger

But she ain’t messing with no broke niggas

Cutie the bomb, met her at a beauty salon

With a baby Louis Vuitton under her arm

She said, “I can tell you rock, I can tell by your charm

Far as girls you got a flock

I can tell by your charm and your arm”

But I’m lookin’ for the one, have you seen her?

—-

After that day, you and Touya began somewhat of a friendship.

Whenever you came to get your hair done, he’d somehow always be there and he’d always pay for your hair, nails, and lashes. Turns out that he owned the beauty salon, the diner that he offered to take you out to, and pretty much everything else on that strip.

One day after you got off of work, you were surprised to see his truck out in the parking lot.

He was waiting for you.

“Touya! Funny meeting you here, what’s up?” You put your hands on your hips.

“I want to take you on a date tonight.”

Your eyes bulged slightly, probably making you look like a fool, but Touya didn’t waver in his proposition.

"What do you say, pretty? Go out with me?"

You began weighing all the positives and negatives of going on a date with him. He could have a gaggle of jealous exes just waiting to catch him with another woman and raise hell, or one of his opps that was waiting to catch him slipping so they could blow his head off.

Tough decision, but eventually you folded and agreed.

—-

After your first date, you saw Touya more and more, seemingly everywhere you went.

The grocery store, the mall, restaurants. You even saw him across the street from your dentist's office one day while leaving an appointment.

Despite all of these seemingly random pop-ups, you found yourself undeniably attracted to Touya, which may have clouded your judgment just a tad.

So over the next several weeks, Touya would continue to show up at your job and surprise you with flowers, food from his diner, and lavish gifts.

This is how you would end up kneeling underneath the dashboard in Touya's Range in the parking lot of the industrial plant, hours after your shift had ended.

His black sweatpants were pulled down his thick, muscled thighs and pooled around his ankles while you struggled to take his huge cock into your mouth.

He regarded you with those cool, turquoise eyes, one large hand planted firmly on the top of your head as he guided you up and down on his hard shaft.

"Just like that, pretty. Such a perfect, slutty mouth. Yeah, you like being slutted out outside of your job? Not the perfect, innocent little scholar right now, are you?"

You hummed around his dick, saliva spilling from the corners of your mouth while you breathed steadily through your nose.

Touya's degradation never failed to turn you on, but sometimes you felt like he was just being mean intentionally.

His hands pressed down on your head harder, forcing you to take him further down your aching throat. Once he started, Touya wouldn't let up until he fucked your throat raw and tears streamed down your beautiful face, ruining your expensive makeup.

He loved to see you cry.

"There you go, baby. That's my good girl. Take my cock like only you can."

You moaned around him as best you could, but your jaw was aching and you felt like you'd pass out from lack of oxygen any moment now.

Suddenly, you were being pulled off of him by the roots of your hair. Touya dragged you over the center console into the backseat with you sputtering and trying to catch your breath.

"Down." He ordered and you immediately obeyed, getting on your hands and knees.

He clambered over you clumsily, his height preventing him from being able to get into the exact position that he wanted, but this would have to do.

"Arch."

Tattooed hands came down to hold your lower hips as soon as you arched your back.

You were already wet from sucking him off, but due to the sheer size of Touya's dick, it wouldn't be enough.

Hiking one foot up, he removed one hand to guide his dick into your hole. You immediately felt the burn.

"TOUYA! It's too much…" You moaned with your head turned slightly to the side to look over your shoulder at him.

"Not too much, baby. Never too much for you, my sweet girl. Take me, baby. Take my big fucking dick in your tiny little hole. I know you can do it."

Your freshly done acrylics scraped against the car door while Touya grabbed your expensive bundles up in one hand and forced your head completely flat on the floor with the other.

His pace was hard and rough, but he knew you were loving everything that he was giving you judging by your moans.

"Shit, pussy's so good baby, sucking me in so nice…fuuuccck!"

Of all of the women that he's fucked, you were the only one that had been able to take all of him without passing out.

It was a shock to you as well, how you hadn't passed out already from Touya's deep stroking. No doubt his fat tip was hitting your cervix; you could feel him in your damn stomach.

"Touya, I'm going to cum!" Your words were muffled, but he could just make out what you were trying to say and feel you clenching around him.

His eyes watched your ass move in waves as he pounded into you with everything he had, no doubt making the entire car shake from the sheer force of his thrusts.

“Come on, cum on this dick, baby. Make a mess on me, baby doll,” He cooed softly, leaning over you to press you against the floor as he rolled his hips into you.

"TOUYA!"

"Yes, scream my name, girl! SHIT!"

—-

The next thing you knew, you were waking up in the front of a large mansion with a high, wrought-iron gate around it. It was surrounded by acres of land, all to itself off in the countryside. A soft, fleece blanket covered your naked body.

"Where are we? Is this your house?"

"Fucked you so good you lost your memory, baby, but yes, this is my house."

"Why'd you bring me here?"

"Why wouldn't I? Why, you'd rather me fuck your brains out and just leave you passed out, only to wake up alone in a fucking parking lot in the dark? Come on, Y/n." You could see him roll his eyes through the rearview mirror.

Remaining silent, you just hugged the blanket tighter around your shoulders.

"So where do we go from here, Touya? What's next for us?"

He hit a button and the doors unlocked. Touya came around to open your door and then scooped you up into his strong arms, holding you close to his chest.

"I brought you here in hopes that you'd agree to be my girlfriend."

"What if I say no?"

"Then I have to kill you."

"WHAT!?"

"I'm just playing, girl. Damn. So will you? Will you be my baby?"

—-

Touya and you began dating that night, and not even six months later, he asked you to marry him.

And you said yes.

Now, you believed that you were in love with Touya. He treated you like a princess and showered you with expensive gifts: jewelry, cars, designer clothes, shoes, and bags. Whatever your heart desired. Not to mention he was sweet, attentive, caring, loving, and amazing in bed.

Little did you know that Touya had another side to him.

—-

Stacks on deck, patron on ice

And we could pop bottles all night, and,

Baby, you could have whatever you like

I said you could have whatever you like, yeah

Late-night sex, so wet, it's so tight

I gas up the jet for you tonight

And baby you can go wherever you like

I said you can go wherever you like, yeah

—-

While you were planning your wedding, many of your friends and family members came to you with concerns about your fiance. Including your beloved aunt.

“That boy is no good, Y/n. I’m telling you. Just look into those cold, soulless eyes of his. That boy is not right in the head.” She would rant as you sat on her living room couch with wedding books opened up all around you.

"Please, Auntie. Touya is a good guy. Sure, he's in the streets, but he'd never hurt me."

"You don't sound too sure of yourself."

Rolling your eyes, you had heard enough of the negativity.

Gathering up the books and magazines, you threw them into your new Louis Vuitton tote bag and pulled it onto your shoulder.

"I have to go, Auntie, or I'll be late for my dress fitting. I love you." You leaned down to give her a hug and kiss on the jaw.

"I love you, too, baby. Just please think about what I've been saying before you rush into this marriage, alright?"

"Alright, I hear you. I'm gone."

You stepped out of her house and closed the screen door behind you. Your black BMW M3 with the custom purple wheels sat pretty in the driveway. Touya had it custom-painted for you, said that everyone needs to know that you're his woman.

As you were backing out of the driveway, you heard your phone vibrating in your bag.

🖤🫶🏾Husband💜 would like to FaceTime…

You declined the request and hooked your phone up to the car mount, immediately calling him back on the phone.

"What the fuck, Y/n? Why are you declining my calls? Where the hell are you at? I've been calling you all damn day!" He barked through the receiver, making you cringe.

"I-I just got in the car, I'm leaving Auntie's house, on the way home now…"

You could almost hear him rolling his eyes on the other end.

"Yeah, and what did she want now? Still bitching about you marrying me?" He scoffed.

"Touya, stop that. She's only concerned about me, that's all."

"Yeah, whatever you say, Y/n. I know that your whole fucking family despises me, not that I give a fuck, though. I'm marrying you, not any of them."

"That's true, Touya, but it would be better if you at least tried to get along with them."

"Well, maybe they should stop judging a book by its cover and try to get along with me since I'm about to be your husband."

"I don't think that's how it works, but okay, Touya. I'll be pulling up in a little bit."

"Are you trying to rush me off the phone? I called because I want to see you before I leave tonight. Gotta fly to Tijuana for business."

Of course, 'for business' meant, to pick up a "shipment".

—-

Ayy, don't you know I got kis by the three

When I chirp, shawty chirp back

Louie knapsack where I'm holding all the work at

What you know about that?

I know all about that

—-

"And by 'see me', you mean get your dick wet. I have wedding stuff to do, baby. I have to fly to Paris to pick up my dress and how am I supposed to do that if you're taking the jet?" You complained.

"Just send your assistant to get it. I need you here to take care of me, baby doll, just like how I take care of you. Come on, now."

You wanted to retort that you needed to be there to try it on, but there was no arguing with Touya, especially when he wanted sex.

"Okay, I'm almost there. Tell the guards to open the gate."

—-

"Ohh shit, Touya, baby, give me that dick~"

"Yeah baby, you like that?"

And that's how the two of you went along for the rest of the night, Touya putting you in all different types of positions, beating your shit in.

He was always rough, pulling your hair and smacking your ass until it was raw and red.

He made sure to leave marks all over your neck and titties as well, marring your brown skin so that whenever any man looked at you, they'd KNOW that you were getting dicked down by a real motherfucking king.

"God Y/n, how do you keep this shit so tight? I'm gonna bust my load in you, fuck around, and get you pregnant tonight, girl."

"Mmm, if we don't stop now you're going to miss your flight."

"Fuck it," He chuckled, "I'll call Shoto to handle it."

Shoto, his younger brother who'd just finished college a semester ago. Touya had taken him underneath his wing to train him to be next in line for the family business.

His other siblings, Natsuo and Fuyumi, wanted nothing to do with this life and just worked everyday blue-collar jobs.

"Here, get on top of me. Ride this dick while I make the call."

You sighed but complied nonetheless and crawled up onto his lap as he reclined against the head of your shared California king bed.

"Hello?" You heard Shoto's bland, emotionless voice come over the receiver.

"Hey Sho, I need you to go handle that for me. Jet's already loaded and ready to go."

"What? Why can't you do it?"

"Because I told you to do it and I'm the boss."

"Yeah whatever, you're probably too busy fucking. Hey Y/n." He snickered, causing your cheeks to heat up. He knew his older brother too well.

Touya hung up on him and tossed the phone to the side, grabbing your hips and slamming you down onto his thick cock.

"You gonna let me get you pregnant, huh, baby? Gonna let me breed this little cunt, stuff you nice and full, and make you fat with my seed?"

You weren't quite sure that you were ready to have a child, but you were starting to get up in age and you and Touya are getting married, so what's the harm? You nodded.

"Yes, Touya. I love you. Make me a mommy."

—-

Have a baby by me, baby, be a millionaire

Be a millionaire, be a millionaire, b-be a millionaire

I don't play no games (I don't play no games)

So when I'm in that thang (when I'm in that thang)

Come see what I mean (see what I mean)

See what I mean, see what I mean, oh

I said lil mama put me on (baby, put me on)

Bet I'll have you gone (bet I'll have you gone)

Come see what I mean, see what I mean

See what I mean (see what I mean)

New music, new mood, new position

New erotic sounds, it's going down, now listen

I can hear your heartbeat, you're sweating

I could paint a perfect picture

I get deeper and deeper, I told ya I'd get ya

I'd work that murk that, just the way you like it, baby

Turn a quickie into an all-nighter maybe

Yo, I need you to be what I need, more than liquor and weed

I need you to maybe give me a seed

I need you to give me reason to breathe

I need you

—-

Time Skip, Wedding Day

"Are you sure that you want to do this?" Fuyumi asked you while she was putting your veil in your hair.

You only giggled softly, rubbing a hand over your small baby bump.

"I think it's a little too late to back out now, Fuyumi." She shook her head, making her white and red curls bounce.

"It's never too late to change your mind. You're not his wife, yet. Y/n, I love my brother with all of my heart, but honestly, you deserve so much better than him."

It was hurtful to hear, but you weren't shocked by the young woman's words.

Natsuo and Fuyumi were like your family; they also didn't think that you should marry Touya.

"I'm pregnant with his child, Fuyu, and I don't want to be a single mother. I love Touya with all my heart as well, and whatever he went through in the past, we can get through it together. I'll be there for him, til death do us part."

Fuyumi just let out a long sigh and tried to put on a smile.

"I can't say I didn't try, but okay. If this is what will really make you happy. Just please take care of yourself and the baby, no matter what. Protect yourself."

She handed you your bouquet just as the wedding music began playing.

"I'll see you at the altar."

She left, leaving you alone. You peeked out the door and saw the flower girls and ring bearers go down the aisle.

Taking a deep breath, you exhaled and tightened your hands around your flowers.

"Hey, beautiful."

Your head whipped around so fast you almost gave yourself whiplash.

It was Touya, standing there in his all-white suit with a purple silk dress shirt opened up to show off his tattooed chest.

"Touya!? What are you doing here, you're supposed to be at the altar!"

"Hmm, the wedding can't start without us, baby. I just wanted to give you something really quick."

He reached into the breast pocket of the suit jacket and pulled out a folded piece of paper and a pen.

You watched him carefully.

"What is this?"

"A prenup."

"A what? Touya, I'm not signing a prenup minutes before our wedding! Why are you just bringing this to me now?"

He furrowed his white eyebrows, not liking the tone you were taking with him.

"I'm sorry, but who do you think you're talking to, Y/n? You should know not to ever raise your voice at me. Not even my own mother yells at me, baby doll, and you're damn sure not about to start. Now sign the goddamn prenup or I'm calling all this shit off."

No way! He wouldn't actually call the wedding off, would he? Not after all of your hard work, not after everything you'd been through in the past couple of months.

Your dear aunt had been diagnosed with coronary artery disease a few months ago and hadn't been doing too well. She'd been in and out of the hospital frequently and even had to leave her job because of it.

You begged Touya to hire an in-home nurse to care for her and, after much disagreement, he finally let you.

Why would he do this to you now? Moments before your special day?

With your lower lip wobbling and tears beginning to spill out of your eyes, you took the paper with a shaky hand and signed your signature on the line, initialing where it directed you to.

Touya chuckled darkly once you were done and took it back from you, stuffing it into his pocket.

Why would he make you sign a prenup? You didn't know much about this type of stuff, but usually, prenups weren't good.

However, you couldn't fathom losing Touya or your fairytale life. You were finally getting everything that you ever wanted.

A family.

"Hey, don't cry, baby doll. You know I'll always take care of you, right?"

He moved in to kiss you, his hand covering your bump and rubbing it softly. With his pinky, he swiped the tears from under your eyes, careful not to smudge your face makeup.

You nodded slowly and he smiled at you.

"I love you, Y/n."

With that, he left the room.

—

Five Years Later

Being married to Touya was not at all how you expected it to be.

After quitting your job and becoming a full-time housewife, your life seemed to go into a downward spiral.

While you were dating, you’d found out that Touya and his siblings had grown up in an abusive household where his father beat him, his siblings, and their mother. His mother had had a hard time coping with what she'd been through, so the four siblings had agreed to have her committed to a mental health care facility.

During their childhood, in a fit of psychosis, their mother threw a pot of boiling water on Shoto, disfiguring the left side of his face. An ugly, red-marred patch of skin now covered the once-perfect porcelain.

After that incident, Touya left home and never looked back.

He talked very little about his father, so what you did know, you had to find out from Fuyumi, who still maintained limited contact with their father. Neither Natsuo nor Shoto talked about the man.

Many times, you had tried to persuade Touya to get therapy in order to deal with his past traumas, but he never listened. If anything, he would become completely enraged whenever you would broach the subject.

It also didn't help that Touya was now even more deeply involved in the drug lifestyle.

At first, it didn't bother you as much as it should have, but as time went on things just got worse and worse.

Your son, Takuya, was now five years old and you really didn't want him exposed to the people and dealings that Touya was involved in.

Takuya would ask you many questions:

Mommy, why is Daddy never home?

Who are these strange people in our house?

Why can't my friends come over to spend the night?

Why does Daddy have flour underneath his nose?

Yes.

Touya had been abusing cocaine ever since your third year of marriage.

He said that it helped ease his mind. Made him forget the past.

A knock came on his office door, causing the turquoise-eyed man to look up at it.

"What, Y/n?" He asked in irritation once he looked up and saw you standing there, just staring at him.

"Are you seriously getting high in the middle of the day?"

Spread out over his desktop were multiple, identical lines of freshly chopped cocaine. With a rolled-up hundred-dollar bill, Touya closed off one of his nostrils while he used the bill to snort the white powder into the other.

He did it effortlessly, almost elegantly.

"Touya, really? What if Takuya ever walked in and saw you doing this shit? You know he's getting older now, and he's started asking me questions about your…habit."

Touya didn’t seem deterred; better yet, he most likely hadn’t heard a word that you’d said as he focused on the feeling of the drug entering his system.

“Did you fucking need something, Y/n? If not, then kindly get the fuck out. I’m busy.”

You gave him an incredulous look but bit your tongue and nodded.

“I need you to sign the check for Takuya’s school tuition so I can mail it off today.”

Touya sucked his teeth and sniffled. With the back of his tattooed hand, he wiped his nose roughly.

“Of course, that’s what you always need. Money. “

With a soft sigh, you prepared yourself for one of his rants. On top of abusing drugs, Touya had been diagnosed with, post-traumatic stress disorder, dissociative identity disorder, and bipolar disorder.

You’d seen him dissociate firsthand, especially when he was high. You figured that the alternate personality that he’d created stemmed from his traumatic childhood. This persona’s name was Dabi, and Dabi was not nice by any means. He was awful, much worse than normal, agitated Touya.

If it wasn’t for you insisting on having genetic testing done while you were pregnant, you’d have never found out what mental ailments your husband had been suffering from.

“Well…if you hadn’t taken my name off of all the accounts, I could have done it myself and not have to disturb you while you’re taking care of business.” You finally snipped. You’d had enough of Touya’s drug abuse, verbal abuse, and emotional abuse.

You had gotten sick of him always taunting you, downplaying you, and making you feel as if you were less of a person because you had left your job, your family, and everything that you knew, in order to cling to him and become his wife.

He made you feel low, lower than the earth beneath your feet, and you had had enough of him.

To pour even more salt into your stinking, infected wounds, Touya treated you like a child.

You had an allowance, you had to call and check in with him anytime you left the house, and he didn’t let you go anywhere without him or one of his guards.

It hadn’t always been like this. No, this behavior only began once you attempted to leave him the first time.

You’d tried to leave Touya many times over the past five years, but your efforts were always in vain. No matter what you did or where you tried to go, he would always find you and bring you back, literally kicking and screaming. After a while, you just decided to give up, telling yourself that you’d never be able to get away from him.

—-

Mmmm

You high, baby? (Yeah)

Yeah? (Hahaha, talk to me)

You want me to tell you something? (Uh huh)

I know what you want to hear

—-

The veins in his neck bulged and he turned on you, turquoise eyes flashing with lightning.

“Did you just talk back to me?”

The blood froze in your veins as Touya stood up, calmly pushing his desk chair back. The wheels screeched eerily across the wooden floor. Touya stomped towards you like a panther, waiting to attack and kill its prey.

“T-Touya- I…”

One hand was all it took to constrict your breathing. Touya held you up like a doll, the muscles in his arm barely flexing as he slammed you against the wooden double doors of the office entrance, making them rattle violently. Your little legs thrashed as you moved your body, attempting to get Touya off of you, to no avail.

“Bitch, how dare you disrespect me, after all I’ve done for you. I took you out of that shitty neighborhood you were living in, took care of you and that fucking brat, took care of your whole fucking family despite them cursing the very ground that I walk on. This is how you repay me? Flapping your fucking lips at me? HUH?!?!”

He yelled directly in your face, making you squint your eyes as spit flew from his lips. His face was so close to yours that you could see up his nostrils, see the white residue from the hit he’d just taken.

If he didn’t let you down soon, you’d pass out. Touya soon realized this, and he let you go, let your body drop to the ground with a ‘thud’ while he stepped back and regarded you without a smidgen of concern.

Your hands flew to your throat as you coughed violently. Your chest burned as you tried to regain the precious oxygen that your lungs had been deprived of for far too long.

—-

You know you want me, baby

You know I want you, too

They call me Superman

I'm here to rescue you

I wanna save you, girl

Come be in Shady's world

(Ooo, boy, you drive me crazy)

Bitch, you make me hurl

—-

"You act like…," you wheezed, then halted to take in a few more deep breaths, "you act like I wasn't somebody before I met you. Like I wasn't on my own, living independently and happily before you came along and messed it all up!"

He must have found your lamentation amusing, because he chuckled, deep in his chest.

"Oh Y/n…when have you ever been independent? Your whole life you've always depended on someone. Your aunt, your family, your friends, and then me. You think you're so special, because what, you went to school and got a degree?"

Said degree was displayed on the back wall of his office. He'd let you hang it there after buying an expensive, mahogany wooden frame lined in real 24k gold for it. A gift for your first year wedding anniversary.

Now the object seemed to offend Touya. He made a beeline for it and snatched it off the back wall before sending it hurling across the room, narrowly missing you before it went crashing against the wall next to the door and shattering.

You whimpered in fear as he began walking back over to you.

Kneeling down so that he was eye-level with you, much like he'd done at your first meeting in the salon, he glared at you with eyes colder than Antarctica.

"How's that degree working for you now, Y/n? You're nothing more than a stupid slut willing to open her legs for the first man that showed her any shred of attention. You're pathetic, and I can't stand the fucking sight of you." He said lowly, the baritone of his voice rumbling in your ears.

You buried your head in your hands, the tears flowing freely down your firearms as you tried to shield yourself from him, from his rage. His hatred.

It wasn't like Touya had never yelled at you before or threw fits when he was high, but this was the first time in five years that he'd ever put his hands on you.

And it would be the last.

"That's it, Touya! I've had enough! You're impossible and I'm finished dealing with you and your issues. I'm leaving for good this time."

Touya laughed at you again. He just kept laughing for a long time.

"That's really funny. Have fun trying to leave me with no money and nowhere to go. You'll be back. You always come back, Y/n, because you can't survive without me."

Your tear-soaked face curled up in disgust; you couldn't believe what this man was saying to you right now.

"Since you're so adamant on leaving though, you can go ahead and get the fuck out."

"Pardon?"

He stood to full height again.

"Did I stutter? Get the fuck out of my house, right now, Y/n."

"No! We're married, which makes this my house, too! You can't just put me out!"

He must have thought that you still weren't getting enough oxygen to your brain, because Touya grabbed you by the arms and hoisted you up.

You kicked, screamed, and clawed at him all the way, almost causing him to drop you a few times, but finally he made it to the large ornate doors leading to the outside of the estate.

"NO! TOUYA, NO! NO!"

—-

They call me Superman

Leap tall hoes in a single bound

I'm single now

Got no ring on this finger now

I'll never let another chick bring me down

In a relationship? Save it, bitch

Babysit? You make me sick

Superman ain't saving shit

Girl, you can jump on Shady's dick

—-

Thank goodness Takuya was at school and not here to witness the scene of his father throwing his mother out of her own house.

"I hate you, Touya! You hear me?! I HATE YOU! You won't get away with this!"

Was the last thing the snow-haired man heard before he slammed the door in your face. You heard all of the locks and the deadbolt click.

With fury, you kicked at the closed door with all your might.

You were kicked out now, with nothing. Not your purse, wallet, clothes, phone, or anything. Only your Apple watch on your wrist, which you guessed might be a bit of help.

Looking down at it, you noticed that it was charged to 75%, which was good. You'd have time to get to a charger.

With an indignant huff, you rushed down the many stairs leading from the house and into the driveway where your car was parked.

It would be a dumb idea to get in and try to drive it, because Touya more likely than not had a tracker installed into it. However, you had an idea.

—-

Don't put out, I'll put you out

Won't get out, I'll push you out

Puss blew out, popping shit

Wouldn't piss on fire to put you out

—-

See, though you had been quite gullible the past five years, believing that your sham of a marriage was pure and true, and that your bastard of a husband was your Prince Charming, you were still a college-educated woman and had plenty of good sense to use.

When Touya started getting high every other day, you began stealing his money and putting it away when he wasn't looking.

Small amounts here and there that you passed off with simple excuses that Touya found to be believable. No way his dumb little housewife would ever think to steal from him.

How wrong he was.

You had accumulated a good amount over the last three years, but when you first tried to leave Touya, he became suspicious of you, thus limiting your access to the money by taking your name off the accounts and giving you a weekly allowance.

How stupid of him.

You took a portion of that money and stored it away every month, in case you ever needed it. In case you finally got the courage to leave Touya and never look back.

The day had finally come.

Pulling up to your sister-in-law's house, you waited for her to come to the door. Looking down at your Gucci slides, you felt embarrassed about the situation that had just occurred.

"Y/n! What are you doing here? What's happened?"

With the look on your face, she immediately knew that something terrible had happened and that her elder brother was more than likely the cause of it.

She moved aside so you could come inside. You sat on her couch and put your hands in your lap.

After swallowing down the lump in your throat, you began to speak.

"Touya…he, um, he locked me out of the house."

"HE WHAT?!"

You had to cover your ears slightly from the sheer volume of her exasperated voice.

"Yeah. We got into an argument and he tossed me out onto my ass like Jazz from The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air."

Fuyumi didn't laugh at your joke; instead, she gave you a look of sympathy.

"Y/n…I'm sorry you had to go through that…" Her voice began to crack and you gave her a questioning gaze.

"Was he…?" She couldn't even finish the question.

You immediately understood and nodded.

"Yes. He was high."

"And where was Takuya?"

"He's at school."

A sigh of relief from the white-haired woman. "Thank the heavens."

Fuyumi moved from her spot on the opposite couch to come over and give you a tight hug. You sank into her warm embrace and hugged her back, more tears bubbling up as feelings of shame, stupidity, and anger came to the surface.

"It's okay, Y/n. It's all going to be okay. I feel like this is my fault. I should have tried harder to get you to leave Touya. I should have-"

You stopped her from talking by pulling away from the hug and giving her a small glare.

"Don't you dare try to blame yourself for his actions. He's a grown ass man, yet he acts like a child. Don't worry, Fuyumi. This time I'm done with him for good. It's time for me to move along in my life with my child and leave Touya's miserable ass behind. I tried everything to help him and all he did was treat me like shit for five years."

Fuyumi was a bit stunned to hear you speak with so much initiative, but she nodded, nonetheless.

"If you need anything, anything at all, don't hesitate to call me or Natsu. We want what's best for you and Takuya. Always."

—-

After talking with Fuyumi for a little while longer, she ended up calling Natsuo over, who works as a mechanic.

With a little trial and error, he managed to remove the tracker from your car. Touya had hidden it meticulously, but he was no match for Natsuo's years of experience with machinery.

You finally bid your brother-in-law and sister-in-law goodbye so you could go and speak to your lawyer before picking up Takuya from school.

—-

I can't get to work on time

Can't believe the words to him I just said

Who the hell argue and fight

Like dogs at six in the morning?

I know it's gonna be some more shit tonight (oooh)

Our pastor's calling, telling me I done went too far,

And I'm sitting round town and my friends can't recognize me

Cause I took a chance on love

It's like, I'm dying (ooo dying)

For you, I gave my heart

And turned my back against the world

Because I was your girl, girl, girl

I done damn near lost my mama

I done been through so much drama

I done turned into the woman I never thought I'd be

I'm ready to sign them papers, papers

—-

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Todoroki, but the prenup that you signed is very much valid. According to this, he really doesn't have to give you anything."

You blew out a frustrated breath. How could you have been such a fool? If Touya wanted to call the wedding off because you wouldn't sign, you should have just let him.

It would have saved you a world of heartache and headache, that's for sure.

"So, there's absolutely nothing that I can do?" You asked the well-dressed man in front of you.

You fiddled with the rose gold, 5-carat diamond aquamarine pear-shaped ring set on your left ring finger.

“What about our son? Did he say anything about providing for him?”

The brunette man pushed his glasses from the bridge of his nose up to his eyes.

“Despite his trying to implement a clause in which he wouldn’t have to pay child support since the child was conceived outside of the marriage, as the child’s biological father he’s still legally responsible for providing for Takuya. Though he could contest his paternity and ask for a DNA test.” He set the paper on the desk and looked at you.

“That slimy bastard…he did everything in his power to make sure that I’d never try to leave him. He’s sick….”

“Again, I’m very sorry, Mrs. Todoroki. I wish that there was more that I could tell you.”

“I just can’t believe this…Touya had all of this planned from the very start. He came to me in a moment where he knew I couldn’t refuse him. He knew that I needed to lean on him at that time and he took advantage of me.”

“What do you mean by 'took advantage of you'?” The man in front of you sat up straighter in his chair, slightly leaning his body towards you.

“Well, I never expected that Touya would ask me to sign a prenup. He never made it a priority to discuss how we’d do finances; he just always said that he’d take care of me. Which is why it was such a shock that he made me sign the prenup minutes before I was about to walk down the aisle to marry him.”

“He asked you to sign a prenup minutes before your wedding? He coerced you and didn’t even give you time to seek your own legal consultation. I’m glad you told me this, Mrs. Todoroki; this changes everything.”

Could this be it? Could this finally be your way out of this marriage?

“And that’s not all! I was pregnant with Takuya at the time and my hormones were all over the place. My aunt…she’d been very sick as well, and it was just an overall bad time for me. I w-wasn’t thinking straight…I-I just…I just wanted someone to be there for me. I didn’t want Touya to call off the wedding.”

You cursed yourself for crying over this again, but speaking about it out in the open really made you realize how badly Touya had manipulated you. From the very beginning of the relationship he tried to break you down and make you weak for him, and you let him. Your lawyer handed you some tissue from the box on the desk.

No more weakness. No more vulnerability. It was time to be strong; you had a child to raise and he needed his mother.

It was time to fight for what was rightfully owed to both of you.

“Coercion and signature under duress; oh, he’s done for. I’ll make some calls to get this in front of the judge as soon as possible. Don’t worry, Mrs. Todoroki, I’ll handle everything from here.”

—-

You left the law office with a massive weight lifted off of your heart.

Takuya's private school was only a few minutes away if you took the interstate, so, after picking him up, you'd probably just go back to Fuyumi's house for the night.

"God, I hate this bend in the road, it makes me feel like I'm going to fall off into a ditch." You grimaced while holding the steering wheel carefully.

When you were almost around the corner, a black SUV flew past you at top speed and caused your car to lose control and spin in circles several times before crashing into oncoming traffic.

—-

You had to have blacked out from the impact - were you dead?

No, your hearing was still intact. You could hear something in the distance: footsteps.

Your head was bent at an odd angle and you could feel the blood dripping down your forehead.

"Well, would you look at my little broken doll, all bent out of shape. It's a miracle you aren't dead, huh? That was a nasty accident you had."

With you not being able to turn your neck to the sound of his voice, Touya had to step into your line of sight. He looked down into your eyes, his own turquoise ones shining with mirth. They seemed darker, more sinister.

Then it dawned on you.

This wasn't Touya.

It was Dabi.

"W-w-what's wrong…with you…? You're…. you're insane…"

That was the final thing you said before slipping into unconsciousness.

—-

Dabi just watched your unmoving form with an evil grin plastered across his face. He reached into his pocket, pulled out a pack of cigarettes, and lit one.

With his free hand, he reached out to stroke your face while his eyes glowed.

"I know you want, me baby. I think I want you, too. I'm here to save you, girl. Come be in Shady's world. I wanna grow together, let's let our love unfurl. You know you want me, baby. You know I want you, too. They call me Superman, I'm here to rescue you."

With a flick of his wrist, he threw the cigarette down and the entire car caught on fire.

—-

You want what you can't have

Ooo, girl, that's too damn bad

Don't touch what you can't grab

End up with two back hands

Girl you just blew your chance

Don't mean to ruin your plans

—-

911, what's your emergency?

"Yes, my wife has been in a terrible car accident! Her car caught on fire and she was trapped inside. I-I pulled her out, but she's unconscious and I think her neck might be broken!

Okay sir, I'm going to need you to get her to a safe location and wait for help to arrive. Avoid moving her anymore and try to keep her neck supported.

"O-okay."

—-

Three Months Later

You ended up with three severed vertebrae in your neck. The doctors still don't know how you didn't end up paralyzed or dead, but at this point it must have just been a miracle from God.

Touya brought you to the hospital under the guise of the distraught husband and no one seemed to suspect anything.

Except for Natsuo, Fuyumi, and your lawyers.

Your family was just grateful that you were alive and didn't think to question how the accident may have occurred, though Touya didn't get away completely scot-free.

Your lawyer was the number one accusatory figure when your divorce case went to court. He argued that Touya had been following you, tracking your phone, and was angry that you were finally filing for divorce from him.

That you were going to actually leave him this time.

Touya had an amazing defense lawyer that continued to play him up as the distraught husband; Touya knew what he was doing when he decided to stay at the scene of the accident and "help" you. Your other lawyers and Touya's went toe to toe in the courtroom for days.

—

Caroline, Caroline

See Caroline, all the guys would say

She's mighty fine, mighty fine

But mighty fine only got you somewhere half the time

And the other half either got you

Cussed out or coming up short

—-

The jury was at a deadlock.

It wasn't an easy fight. More days in the courtroom with you sitting there in a neck brace, your body bandaged beneath your clothes from the burns you sustained in the fire.

A miracle that you were even alive.

Finally, after two weeks of court, Touya was convicted of attempted murder.

His defense lawyer tried to go for an insanity plea which was supported by him staying at the accident scene and bringing you to the hospital afterwards.

The prosecutor argued that Touya, though aware of his mental illness, never sought the proper help and continued to mentally and emotionally torture and abuse his wife.

These claims were supported by Natsuo and Fuyumi, who both agreed to testify on your behalf since you couldn't speak up for yourself due to spousal privilege.

More deliberation, more waiting.

At last, there was a breakthrough.

The insanity plea fell through and Touya finally decided to just plead guilty.

—-

Regardless, we don't want to get involved with all them lawyers

And judges, just to hold grudges in the courtroom

I wanna see your support bra, not support you

—-

He was called to the witness stand, where he told all the grueling, gritty details of the past five years of your marriage. As much as he didn't want to let you go, he just couldn't bring himself to drag this battle out any farther. After hearing his testimony, the jury found him guilty and he was sentenced to fifteen years to life in prison.

So now, here you are, sitting in front of the man that you once loved with all of your heart.

Dressed in an orange jumpsuit, wrists and ankles shackled, Touya regarded you with a downtrodden expression.

"Y/n… I'm sorry for everything that I put you through. I just want you to know one thing: I'll always love you and my son."

With a dry chuckle, you shook your head.

"I don't think you know the meaning of the word love, Touya."

You pushed the divorce papers with your wedding rings situated on top of them towards him and nodded up at the guard standing behind him.

The elder man unlocked Touya's wrist cuffs so the inmate could sign his name where required. He didn't even read over it.

The shackles went back on immediately, and, with one last look, the guard escorted Touya out of the room and back to his cell.

—-

The sunshine was bright on your face as you walked out of the prison. A funny thought crossed your mind and caused you to giggle out loud.

For years, you'd felt like a prisoner under Touya's watchful gaze.

Oh how the tables have turned.

—-

I know you like to think your shit don't stank

But lean a little bit closer, see

Roses really smell like booo-booo-ooo

Yeah, roses really smell like booo-booo-ooo

—

a/n: i feel like i was starting to drag this out, so I just had to hurry up and end it 💀 i still think it came out pretty good though! i had to do a lot of research for the legal part and i still don't think it's all correct, but oh well! i ain't no damn lawyer/judge!😂

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admistedenslush · 1 year ago

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The Silent Sister - Aegon Targaryen/Reader - Chapter One

Summary: Cast away in disgrace, your family dispatches you to King's Landing, condemned to join the female clergy of the Faith of the Seven.

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In the dead of night you were still awake, haunted by your dreams you couldn’t bare to fall asleep. Your skin is inflamed red by your constant itching caused by the cloth of your garments. In your grim welcoming in King’s Landing, the head of the division, an elderly crow of a woman, told you to rid yourself of your pretty silks.

“The frocks shall not be pleasant nor beautiful, girl. You shall not be comfortable in your own flesh. Nothing is pleasant about serving the stranger. You shall take your oath of chastity and silence, and then death shall be your companion.”

With a hazy smile, you thought about your first encounter with the woman.

Upon your arrival, you had the initial apprehension that the first thing you would face would be the severing of your tongue. However, much to your relief, it turns out that this notion was an unfounded rumor. As you reminisce, you realize that quite some time has passed since that moment in question. It feels like a distant memory, locked away in the annals of your mind, reminding you of how much has changed since then. Your hand slipped into your wool cap and you stroked your hair.

They cut a full mop of hair to sit above your shoulders.

“Long tresses are a privilege for ladies and princesses,” you whisper to yourself to calm your nerves.

Almost falling asleep, you hear isolated footsteps accompanied by occasional giggles. With your heart pounding, you get up immediately. When was the last time you heard the sound of joy? Surely, it couldn't be one of your fellow sisters because as you look around, everyone is still fast asleep. Slowly, you got up, not thinking of putting on your respectful clothes. In the depths of the Sept, your eyes scanned the area, seeking the origin of the commotion. A disheveled man stood before you, his hood partially concealing his features. Even in the dimness, his renowned glossy silver hair caught your attention. As you gazed upward, your heart skipped a beat. It was unmistakably a prince; though momentarily uncertain which one, both his eyes indicated he must be the elder brother. With each step he took towards you, you felt an overwhelming urge to cry out. His unsteady footsteps revealed his inebriated state, his presence looming right before me.

“Who are you?” he boisterously proclaimed with a swollen chest and held breath. Horror filled your expression, but he exhaled with a jovial laugh. Like a playful child, he covered his eyes with his hands, peeking at me between his fingers, and gleefully announced, "I'm Aegon.”

Following a tense pause, he pouted and reiterated, “Aegon, the second to bear the name,” punctuating his statement with a giggle. You bowed respectfully, attempting to adjust your hair beneath your cap.

“You are quite lovely,” he remarked, swatting your cap away. With a surprising force, he shoved you against the cool stone wall, causing a sharp ache in your back. Aegon scrutinized your attire, his eyes nearly bulging out of his skull.

“You can't be,” he declared incredulously. Aegon's eyes glistened with a hungry desire as he whispered, “You're a Silent Sister, Gods.” His smile resembled that of a mischievous child who yearned to indulge in forbidden actions. With a sly grin, he extended two fingers towards your lips, opening them and swirling his digits within your mouth. Shocked and taken aback, you found yourself paralyzed, unsure of how to react to this unusual intrusion. A realization hit you, and without thinking, you instinctively bit down on his finger. Aegon let out a groan, his expression shifting from curiosity to mild pain. The prince asserted his dominance once again, pushing you backward with determination.

“It's not as if you can say no, even if you wish to. But deep down, I know you do,” he sneered. In response, you fought back, slapping him across the face. The color in his cheeks deepened, turning rosy. With his signature pout, he looked up at you, his eyes filled with both frustration and annoyance.

Straining your voice, you declared, “You can't always have everything you desire.”

“She speaks, You may have broken one oath, but what about the other?” Aegon retorted.

A blush warmed your face as you picked up your cap, attempting to tidy it up.

“My father once taught me that if you lie down with dogs, you are sure to catch their fleas,” you revealed.

Aegon couldn't help but burst into laughter, collapsing to the floor in amusement. Feeling a sense of urgency, you retreated to the safety of your shared chamber.

#hotd imagine #house of the dragon #house targaryen #aegon x reader #aegon ii fic #hotd aegon #aemond targaryen #aegon targaryen x reader

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super-ion · 9 months ago

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Red & Wolf

(remastered)

Chapter 1: Princess

Red sprinted through the forest, weaving around tree trunks as low branches slapped at her face and snagged at her clothes. She dared not pause to see if her pursuers were still following. If half the stories of the enchanted wood were true, one would have to be crazy to enter so close to dark.

What did that make her?

Desperate, she reminded herself. She never would have entered if not for the direst need. She desperately hoped the Queen's huntsmen would have hesitated on the border of the wood. Loyalty would certainly eventually win out over apprehension, but she needed any shred of distance she could put between them and herself and them.

Something caught her toe, a stone or a root, she wasn't sure. Either way, she pitched over and found herself half sliding, half rolling down a leaf coated slope. She landed hard against the trunk of a tree, with a thud that knocked the breath out of her.

She suppressed a groan of pain as she sat up slowly and tried to catch her breath. As far as she could tell, nothing was broken, but a dozen new cuts and scrapes burned painfully. Aches bloomed across her body where bruises would certainly follow.

Just as she was recovered enough to stand and keep moving, a hand clapped over her mouth and an arm wrapped around her middle blocking her arms.

Instinct took over and Red tried to scream.

"Quiet!" hissed a low soft voice at her ear, which only made Red struggle harder.

She thrashed and twisted. She tried to scratch and bite, anything to get out of the iron grip of her captor.

"Hey! Lady, I'm trying to… Hey! Stop struggling, you idiot! I'm trying to help you!"

That voice.

The accent, the cadence, the words, the tone. Red knew that voice. She fought down the panic trying to claw its way out of her and willed herself to stillness.

"I'm going to let go," the voice said. "Don't scream, don't run."

Red nodded and the hands let go.

She whirled to see the girl. She was taller than Red, more lean, more muscled. She wore hunter's clothes, sturdy and practical, all in browns and greens. Her skin was tan and freckled from the sun, with a few more pale scars than Red remembered. The wild brown hair was drawn back in a messy braid that Red did remember.

And the eyes…

Red would recognize those eyes anywhere. They had playfully haunted her dreams for years. The golden brown color, almost gold or amber, had always reminded Red of fallen leaves.

"Loup?" she whispered, not daring to trust her eyes and the new hope that flickered in her chest.

The other girl blinked and cocked her head in confusion. Her brow creased and she narrowed her eyes. Of course Loup wouldn't recognize her. Five years ago, Red had been someone else, someone pretending to be something they weren't, hiding the truth even from themself.

Loup made the tiniest inhalation of a gasp and her eyes widened. Seemingly unbidden she tentatively reached to brush a tress of Red’s hair.

Loup opened her mouth to speak, but she froze, eyes darting back up the hill Red had tumbled down. Without a word, she grabbed Red's arm in a firm but gentle grip and pulled her behind a fallen log. She pressed a finger to her lips and Red nodded and willed her lungs and heart to stop working so loudly.

Loup peered over the log before crouching down once more next to Red. She chewed her lip and eyed Red's cloak dubiously. It was a crimson hood that in retrospect was probably a terrible choice for fleeing through the woods.

"Give me that," she said, gesturing to the cloak.

"What?" gasped Red.

"Someone's coming,” Loup replied. “Judging by your state, you're looking to not get caught. Give me the cloak and I'll send them on a false trail."

Red hesitated. Loup had been her friend once, but that was a long time ago. Five years earlier she and her grandmother had stolen into the night, chased by rumors of monsters and witchcraft.

After the events of the past few weeks, Red’s trust was in painfully short supply.

Was Loup even the same person that Red remembered?

"Look,” Loup sighed, seeing Red's expression, “I want to help you. If you are who I think you are, then you know we once trusted each other. Can you trust me now? Please?”

What choice did Red have?

This was Loup. This was her Loup.

She swallowed and nodded. She unclasped the cloak and pulled it off her shoulders before holding it out with the slightest tremble in her hands.

Loup flashed a crooked smile as she took the cloak. Red never thought she would see that smile again. Seeing it now sent a thrill through her.

Loup threw the cloak around her own shoulders with a jaunty flourish, flashing Red a wink as she fastened it.

"Stay here,” she said. “Stay quiet. I'll be right back."

Her eyes lingered on Red for a moment.

"You look good, Red.”

Loup ran.

Red had made such a horrible racket, running blind through the forest as she had. It took every fiber of Loup’s focus to move just as noisily, to fight down every instinct of stealth and silence.

She needed them to follow her, whoever it was that pursued Red.

This was her forest.

She knew it better than any of the trappers or huntsmen foolish enough to venture in. She knew exactly where to lead them to get them off Red's trail.

That was Red, wasn't it? Loup had barely recognized him…

Her, Loup corrected herself.

Finding Red in her forest had certainly been a surprise. Finding her to be not the grangly boy that Loup remembered was even more of a shock. But she had Red's brilliant auburn hair, her grey-green eyes, that scent that had always reminded Loup of roses and lavender.

She slid to a halt at the edge of a ravine and scanned the rushing water below as she caught her breath. Yes, this would do nicely.

She yanked the cloak off her shoulders, cringing as the fastenings tore. It was a nice cloak, nicer than anything she owned. She would have to make it up to Red somehow.

She tangled the cloak up in a thorn bush. Then she heaved a nearby log down the slope causing it to crash into the ravine below. The false trail wouldn't hold up to any scrutiny, not from an experienced huntsman, but in the fading light of the evening, it might be enough. In the very worst case, it would buy them time.

She doubled back on the intentionally careless path she had left for them to follow and climbed quickly and silently into a tree. These were her woods. The huntsman might be experienced, but she had spent every day for the past five years stalking through these trees.

She was now the hunter and he was her quarry.

A few moments later the huntsman appeared. He was alone, which was surprising. Any companions he might have had had must have turned back, sensibly not wishing to linger here after dark. This one though moved silent and deadly along the path. Something else must be driving this one, some dire unknown purpose.

She did not want to fight one of the queen's huntsman, but she would to keep Red safe.

The realization startled her. Red had only tumbled back into her life moments before and here she was ready to risk her life for her best friend. It didn't help that her friend was now absolutely beautiful…

Focus. She needed to focus.

The huntsman had found the cloak and was dubiously examining the edge of the ravine just as she hoped he would. But then he muttered a curse and began searching the area with a tense desperation.

Loup gritted her teeth and eased her hunting knife out of its sheath.

What are you up to? She asked silently.

He froze and quick as lightning, quicker than she could have possibly reacted, he drew his bow and fired off an arrow into the underbrush.

The resulting scream wasn't human and Loup felt herself relax by the tiniest degree. Red had been wise enough not to follow her.

She watched him as he dragged the body of a wild pig into the clearing. With quick precise moments he had the pigs heart out of its chest and was wrapping it in Red’s cloak, heedless of the blood that spattered all over it.

Satisfied with his grisly task, he turned back down the trail and moved swiftly back in the direction of the queen's castle.

Loup stared at the carcass for a long while.

What the hell have you gotten yourself mixed up in, Red?

Red was half asleep, wedged uncomfortably between the branches of the fallen tree when she was startled awake by the sound of a twig snapping. She leapt to her feet in a burst of terror and brandished the dagger she had been clutching.

"Woah! Calm down! It's just me," Loup said, raising her hands placatingly and taking a cautious step back.

Red blinked at her for a moment before dropping the dagger and lunging to throw her arms around Loup. The other girl grunted in surprise as Red buried her face in her shoulder.

"Um… okay," Loup said as she returned the hug tentatively.

Red let out a single sob. It felt so good to see Loup again.

"So... Do you still go by Red, or should I call you something else?"

Red pulled back and sniffed. "Red's fine, I always liked Red."

Loup might have blushed at that, it was hard to tell in the twilight, but the flicker of a delighted half grin was unmistakable.

Loup had been the first one to use that name after all. Loup had discovered a sniffling prince hiding in the hay loft in the stables, in one of the horrible, sick moments when Red wanted to be someone else, anyone else. It hadn't taken Loup very long at all to determine Red’s true identity, but the nickname stuck, and Loup had never once used her given name.

Loup was now studying her with a strange intensity that made Red suddenly shy.

"Come on," Loup said finally. "There's a hunting shack a couple miles from here. We should be able to get there before it gets too dark."

Red looked up at the twilight sky, painted red-gold by the fading sun. A trickle of dread coursed though her as she realized how late it was.

“Isn't the forest dangerous at night?” she asked in a hoarse whisper.

"You're not frightened of the Big Bad Wolf, are you?" Loup replied with a flash of a wicked smile.

Red swallowed.

"Should I be?"

Loup laughed.

"It's just a story that my grandmother made up to keep unwanted guests away. I'm the most dangerous thing you're likely to meet around these parts.”

Loup tossed her head in a beckoning motion and started walking, prompting Red to stumble after her.

"So… it's been a long time," Red said as she caught up.

"Sure has," Loup said, sounding somewhat evasive.

"You left so suddenly and I never found out why. I mean, there were rumors, but you never know."

"Rumors?" Loup paused, glancing back at Red, face creased with worry.

"They said your grandmother was a witch and you seduced a stable girl.”

Loup barked a laugh.

"Yeah, that's… pretty much exactly what happened,” Loup said with a wink that made Red blush.

Loup laughed again before sobering slightly.

"After your stepmother took over, things weren't looking too great for… people like us, so Grandmother made plans to run. One night we got word that the guards were coming and we left."

They walked in silence for a while as Red digested that. She knew the impact of the queen's policies all too well. Loup's grandmother had been right to run.

"I wrote you," Red said softly. "For a little while at least."

"I know," Loup said with a slight strain in her voice. "Grandmother said it was too dangerous to reply."

"I would have come with you," Red said in a rush, the words spilling out before she could stop them.

Loup hunched her shoulders and kept looking ahead.

"I know…” she said, “and I did ask Grandmother, I begged her to let you come with us. Again, she said it was too dangerous. She asked me what would happen when the queen realized we kidnapped the prince."

Red felt her stomach twist at that last word. She fell back a few paces until Loup turned around, her expression a mix of regret and curiosity.

Red's heart began to race. This part of the conversation had been inevitable and if anyone would understand, it would be Loup, but the ever present nagging terror had been eating away at her in the background.

"So… um… are you a princess now or what?"

Red forced a smile.

"Legally, no, but it's… complicated.”

Loup raised an eyebrow.

“But you are a woman, right?”

Red nodded, not trusting herself to speak.

Loup studied her, opened her mouth to speak and closed it once more without saying anything. Instead she opted to wrap Red up in a big hug.

“Glad you figured it out,” Loup said and Red felt the tension drain out of her.

“I mean,” she added, “I'm not exactly surprised.”

Red stifled a giggle.

“You're okay with it right?” Red asked. “You're still my friend?”

Loup scoffed.

“Of course, dummy.”

Red found herself grinning.

“This… doesn't have anything to do with why you were being hunted, does it?” Loup asked with a protective edge to her voice.

“Yes,” Red sighed. “But not the way you'd think. Years ago my stepmother uncovered a prophecy that said the fairest princess in the kingdom would take her throne. She was secure in her belief that her daughter would one day become queen until she checked her magic mirror and saw me instead of my stepsister."

"Huh…” Red commented wryly. “Congratulations on your magically affirmed gender, I guess.”

"Thanks," Red replied with a sardonic smile.

For all the terror of the past few days, it did feel oddly validating.

"How exactly does a magic mirror judge fairness though?"

Red shrugged. "I have no idea, but she believed it and my life became a lot more complicated."

Loup frowned and chewed idly at her lip.

“That explains the huntsman then…”

She related what she had seen at the edge of the ravine, the huntsman, the torn cloak and the pig’s heart.

Red mused over that for a while.

“The huntsman?” she asked finally. “He was blond with a scar over his left eye?”

Loup nodded.

"That's Maximilian, I'm pretty sure he's in love with my stepsister. He must have taken the heart as a decoy, maybe trick them into thinking I was dead? Maybe, if they think I'm dead, they won't come back."

"And what's going to stop your stepmother from checking the mirror again and seeing you alive?"

Red frowned.

"We'll head to Grandmother's house in the morning, she'll know what to do," Loup assured her. “Worse comes to worst, I'll keep you safe. I promise.”

Night had fallen fully by the time they reached the hunting shack. The last glow of the sunset had faded and the stars glittered through the branches of the trees overhead.

After their initial conversation, Red had remained quiet. The girl was understandably exhausted and had begun to stumble in the gloom

The shack itself wasn't much to look at, just a single room built against a rocky outcropping. But it was meagerly stocked with provisions and it kept the evening chill at bay.

"Make yourself comfortable," Loup said, gesturing at the pallet of furs.

"There's only one bed," Red said, her voice hazy with exhaustion.

"There is," Loup said as she busied herself with the stove. "I'll be fine on the floor, you need it more than I do."

"You don't want to share?"

Loup fumbled the firestarter and she felt her face heat.

"Uh… no, it's fine. I'll be fine."

She took a breath and forced her hands to steady and finally get the fire going.

"I'm sorry, it's not exactly top tier accommodations," she said over her shoulder with a grin.

But Red was already asleep. She had only barely managed to get her boots off before collapsing from exhaustion.

Loup grabbed a blanket and draped it over Red's sleeping form. Her eyes lingered on Red's face for a moment. Beneath the scrapes and smears of dirt, Red was indeed beautiful.

It was Red, but not the timid, uncertain creature she remembered. The Red she met in the forest today had certainly been scared, frightened even, but underneath the immediate fear, she carried herself like someone who knew exactly who she wanted to be.

Loup wrapped her own jacket around herself and curled up on the floor opposite the sleeping pallet. It wasn't the worst sleeping conditions she has ever subjected herself to, but as the night wore on, she found herself wishing that she had taken up Red's offer to share.

Dim firelight played across Red's face and Loup's mind wandered back to the nights like this one, when she and her best friend stayed up through the night, sharing secrets.

But there was one secret that Loup had never shared with Red.

#my girls are back!#this story sorely needed editing but I'm glad i did it #my writing #lesbian #transgender #writers on tumblr #writeblr #fantasy #fantasy lesbians #transgender fairy tale #lesbian fairy tale #fairy tale mashup #lgbtq fairy tail #lgbtq fantasy

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hanayori89 · 1 year ago

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A Breach in Contract

*Castle Town*

Your mood was somber as you meandered through the streets of Castle Town at night. The convivial atmosphere must have been asleep, along with most of Castle Town. You kept your face pointed down with a hood pulled over your head.

You walked briskly in search of a place to stay. You couldn't face Link. Not after what Midna had told you. You knew Zelda must have informed Link. At least from what you overheard. What was more bewildering was yet another recommendation to join forces with the Hero of Twilight. You were flabbergasted. Why did it feel like Zelda and Midna were pushing you both together?

What was more perplexing was why Midna thought he'd want to help the daughter of Zant. The daughter of the evil that tormented two entire realms. She may as well have told you that you were also Ganondorf's cousin. It couldn't possibly get any worse. Your thoughts were a jumbled mess as you aimlessly walked about. A dilapidated sign swung on its hinges in the distance. If it were an inn, it'd be the third one you would try your luck at.

The worst thing about the bombshell that was dropped on you was that you empathized with Zant. You would never call him 'father.' But you understood his motive for joining Ganondorf. Was the strong resentment towards the interlopers not even your own? Was it his? This was all the more reason for you to live in the light. It was no longer just about believing it was owed to you; it was owed to your fellow Twili to no longer dwell within their realm. You were a traitor by blood.

As you neared the battered wooden sign, you saw it had "bar" ornately scrawled on it.

Maybe someone can direct me to lodging.

You pulled your hood down, and the dim streetlight cast the faintest reflection of your face in the window of the bar door. You weren't caught off guard by your disheveled tresses, but rather by the sad eyes that peered back at you. You opened the door to hear light banter filling the air.

Ah, so a bar is like a pub. I've read about them. Maybe I can get information here then.

You eyed a stool at the end of the bar. As you made your way over, a gentleman whistled at you as you passed him by. You paid him no mind and took a seat, careful not to make any eye contact. The horrid memory of touching Aryn's hand seized you. Followed by what ensued as a result of it. You didn't even blame Aryn as much as you blamed yourself. You heard the sound of someone rattling the stool next to you.

It was the man who had whistled.

"I don't think the stars in the sky shine as bright as you, my lady." He sat down with a clumsy thump. "Let me buy you a drink."

"A drink? No, thanks, I'm not thirsty." You snubbed the man off. You kept your head high and your eyes straight ahead.

Somehow, your response was humorous. It impelled him to let out a laugh, followed by an emphysemic cough. "There is no need to be shy. Why else would you come sit at the bar? The mead here will loosen you up in no time."

You were losing your patience. Not to mention, time was of the essence. It was close to 10 o'clock. You had nowhere to take cover for when you transformed back to your Twili state.

Just as you were about to unjustly snap at the man, a tender voice hovered over you.

"Now, Alban, leave the girl here alone. She looks like she had a rough night." She gave you a playful wink as she slid a glass toward you.

"Don't mind Alban. If he stopped trying to hit up the pretty ladies, maybe the resistance would take him more seriously. Tell me what you want, and I'll tell you what I think you need." She tossed you another wink. Her energy was like an ice-cold drink for a thirst quelling to be quenched. Something about her spirit was so refreshing. Her vibrant red hair was tightly woven in plaits and neatly tucked up in a hair tie. Her outfit was edgy for being a work uniform. Her long black dress was tied together with an apron. Her cleavage was accentuated by the startling pop of an orange brassiere. She wore attention-grabbing pieces of jewelry that adorned her ears and neck. Even her nose had some sort of gem erupting from it. What really made the woman stand out was a signature mole beneath the corner of her bottom lip on her chin.

"What do you think I need?" You couldn't help but see if your feelings about the woman were right.

"Sweetie, I'd say a glass of milk and a warm bed to sleep in. You look like you haven't slept in days." Her thick lips seeped into a sweet smile. "Am I right?"

"A glass of milk does sound lovely." You loosened up on your stool.

"What about the warm bed?"

"How do you know I need lodging?" Sudden shame jolted through you. You wondered if maybe you looked like a pauper. The woman poured the milk into your glass. You went to grab it, admiring how frigid it was beneath your fingers.

She eyed you curiously. "I've never seen you around this way before. Judging by the way you are admiring that glass, I'd say you've never been to a bar either." She gave a low chortle as she continued her observation of you. "You aren't going to find any open lodging in Castle Town at this time of night. But I can make a recommendation."

"Please. Any recommendations would be quite helpful." You couldn't hide the desperation in your voice.

"I have rooms here. I don't let anyone just stay in them; people can't be trusted nowadays. But a young girl like you, well, I don't think you could harm a deku baba even if it was gnawing on you."

"Telma, darling!" A man waved an empty mug in the air. "Whaddaya say we get another round goin' over here!"

Telma. So that's her name. Quite fitting. It's unique yet comforting. Like her. "Telma, how much would you charge me to rent a room?"

Telma was quickly filling up big, chilled mugs with the sweet, frothy mead. "20 rupees." She was deep into her work. She gathered six mugs on a tray and brought them to the boisterous table of jolly men.

You watched her work. The way she made people laugh was effortless. You wish you could be that way. Maybe she can teach me a thing or two on how to fit in around here.

You realized, with an ache in your chest, that what you really wanted at that moment was a friend.

*Ordon Village*

Link lay in his own bed for the first time in almost a week. He sprawled his restless limbs all over the spacious bed. He couldn't find a position that was comfortable. The waves of perspiration from his night sweats weren't helping much either. He threw his covers off in annoyance. He walked over to the wooden pail that sat with cool water in his bathroom. He grabbed a towel, and soaked up as much of the water as he could and wrung it out. He roughly rubbed the cool towel all over his face. He began to dab it down his chest, then his torso. When he hit one of his scars on his abdomen, he stopped. Zant had given him that scar.

Or should he say Y/N's father gave him that scar? Link returned to his room, half expecting to see her in his bed. The scent of her hair lingered on his pillow, haunting him. He laid back down, grabbing the pillow in a bear hug. He inhaled it, closing his eyes and marveling over the smell.

He couldn't expel Y/N from his mind. He should be happy. He had his bed back along with the normalcy of his mundane existence.

Except he wasn't happy.

The life he was expected to live was not the life he wanted to live. He took another whiff of the pillow he clung to. The scent from Y/N's hair was almost like the scent of a fresh honeysuckle. Did they have honeysuckles in the twilight? Did they even use shampoo on their hair? Link rolled over, distraught by the barrage of questions he never asked Y/N.

Will I get to ask them? I understand the shame she must feel. But it isn't justifiable in my eyes. She didn't know any more than I did. I wish I could tell her that. But this news is just as new to her as it is to me. I just hope if she is back in this realm, as Zelda said she'd be, she's somewhere safe.

Link rolled over on his back once again, claiming the pillow with the scrumptious scent of honeysuckle that lingered on it. He wished he could tell Y/N that it was alright. That our parents don't dictate who we choose to be. Also, that he was sorry for the hand that had been dealt. That he had been the chosen hero to vanquish her dad. Despite Zant's ruthlessness, perhaps he was also impressionable under the manipulation of Ganondorf.

Even Zelda herself had almost fallen prey. Link wondered if he could actually even blame Zant. Did Y/N hold the same disdain for the interlopers because of Zant? A chill ran through Link, causing him to bundle up beneath his covers. He realized it easily could have been Y/N who had gone mad from Ganondorf's twisted gambit.

Link needed to find her. Not just because he swore to assist her on this trial. But he also had to heed Zelda's warning of what could occur if she kept traveling between realms. Otherwise, Link could very well have to fight Ganondorf once again. Though it would be a small price to pay to be with Y/N.

Then there was the marriage. Link had read the book Zelda provided him. His eyes were frantically searching for the one phrase that would set him free. He knew postponement at this point would not be possible. Zelda had proposed to use Y/N as an entity that was a threat to Hyrule. Zelda would shield her in the palace while her mandate would overrule the mayoral election and bring focus to all of Hyrule and its imminent threat.

Link did not want to see Hyrule cast into a frenzy of fear and despair once more. Even if it were a false proclamation. He also felt like Y/N's time in the light had been a bit traumatic, thanks to that horny pig, Aryn. The last thing she needed was to be shunned at the castle or rioted against by mobs of citizens.

Then the long-awaited light bulb went on. Link shot up in bed.

Link knew how to breach his wedding contract. He also knew how to do it in a way that would bring justice to all parties involved.

Link snuggled back up against his pillow. He needed to get some sleep for tomorrow. He was going to be paying a visit to a certain unsuspecting pervert in Castle Town.

A/N: Edited 12/17/22

News of your parentage has you avoiding a certain hero. You have found solace in the welcoming wiles of Telma. This is only a short-term solution. Will you have the courage to continue on your quest with Link by your side?

In Ordon village, Link has a plan to end the compulsory matrimony he must undergo with Ilia. What's his plan? More importantly, will it work?

Check out my other OOT Zelda work- No Woman Beyond (Wattpad info in bio!)

#legend of zelda #link #loz #fanfiction #link x reader #romance #wattpad #the legend of zelda #fanfic #twilight princess #twilight #twili #midna twilight princess #action #Hyrule #fanfic on tumblr

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loveloki555 · 3 days ago

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Helena Kurcewiczówna

She was a young lady of lofty height, with ladylike and very shapely features. Her eyes were black, velvety, and tearful, and shimmering, and fiery (…). Above those eyes, silky black eyebrows were outlined in two delicate arcs, her flushed cheeks bloomed like the most beautiful flower, through her raspberry lips, slightly open, were visible teeth like pearls, from under her hood flowed lush black tresses.

#lady culture

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highkingpetermagnificent · 9 months ago

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24 in 2024

I meant to do this in January, but life keeps marching on despite my efforts. I stole this from @aliteraryprincess because it just looks fun!! This is 24 books I want to read in 2024 (not including ones I've already read or am currently reading.) These are in no particular order.

Bronze Drum, Phong Nguyen (fiction) (already own, just unread)

Lady Chatterley's Lover, D.H. Lawrence (classic)

Edward IV: A Source Book, Keith Dockray (nonfiction) (already own, just unread)

Lavinia, Ursula K. Le Guin (fiction) (already own, just unread)

Under the Skin: The Hidden Toll of Racism on American Lives and on the Health of Our Nation, Linda Villarosa (nonfiction)

Modern Paganism in World Cultures: Comparative Perspectives, Michael Strmiska (nonfiction) (already own, just unread)

She Would Be King, Wayétu Moore (fiction) (already own, just unread)

The Peacekeeper, B.L. Blanchard (fiction) (already own, just unread)

Tress of the Emerald Sea, Brandon Sanderson (fiction)

Medieval York, D.M. Palliser (nonfiction)

She Had Some Horses, Joy Harjo (poetry) (already own, just unread)

The Mysteries of Udolpho, Ann Radcliffe (classic) (already own, just unread)

Object Lessons: The Life of the Woman and the Poet in Our Time, Eavan Boland (essays?) (already own, just unread)

Noblewomen, Aristocracy and Power in the Twelfth-Century Anglo-Norman Realm, Susan M. Johns (nonfiction) (already own, just unread)

Hood Feminism: Notes from the Women That a Movement Forgot, Mikki Kendall (nonfiction)

Katherine Parr: Complete Works and Correspondence, Katherine Parr (essays/letters) (already own, just unread)

Daughter of the Moon Goddess, Sue Lynn Tan (fiction) (already own, just unread)

Blood and Roses: One Family's Struggle and Triumph During the Tumultous Wars of the Roses, Helen Castor (nonfiction) (already own, just unread)

If I Were Another: Poems, Mahmoud Darwish (poetry)

Always Italicise: How to Write While Colonised, Alice Te Punga Somerville (poetry)

Black Swim, Nicholas Goodly (poetry)

Sight Lines, Arthur Sze (poetry)

Real Queer America: LGBT Stories From Red States, Samantha Allen (nonfiction) (already own, just unread)

Within the Fairy Castle: Colleen Moore's Doll House, Terry Ann R. Neff (idk how to label this, this is my last pick just for fun) (already own, just unread)

If you want to do this, steal it from me and tag me!

#this was really fun!#trying to work on my unread shelf this year #lynna rambles

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jestershq · 2 years ago

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queen vaella welcomes our newest jesters MARGAERY MALLISTER , the lady of seagard , and WILLIAM BARATHEON , the ruling lord of storm's end , to king's landing ! the faceclaims of charlotte hope and matteo martari are now taken . please be sure to follow the steps on our checklist to get settled .

º ✧ 。––– [ charlotte hope , twenty nine , female , she/her ] welcome MARGAERY MALLISTER , the LADY OF SEAGARD , to king's landing ! the ravens have carried word of their - CALCULATING and - OPPORTUNISTIC nature , but we have high hopes that their + RESOURCEFUL and + PERSONABLE qualities will shine through . when you think of them , ideas of a serpent slithering around poisoned chalice, fiery tresses peeking through a black hood walking through a deserted hallway leaving behind a sweet faint scent of jasmine, slender finger tips running across bare skin as soft hums lull one to sleep , , IN OPPOSITION TO house velaryon . we do hope that whatever happens , they play the game wisely . ––– KAI

º ✧ 。––– [ matteo martari , 38 , male , he/him ] welcome WILLIAM BARATHEON , the RULING LORD OF STORMS END , to king's landing ! the ravens have carried word of their - CYNICAL and - RUTHLESS nature , but we have high hopes that their + WISE and + SKILLFUL qualities will shine through . when you think of them , ideas of thunder coursing through your body, the smell of rain mixed with a figure of leadership and a sharp tongue ready for battle. come to mind . they are arriving to the red keep , IN OPPOSITION OF house velaryon . we do hope that whatever happens , they play the game wisely . ––– marie

#accepted.

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maximumphilosopheranchor · 6 months ago

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In the first chapter of the famous ELIZABETH R, Young Elizabeth Tudor (Glenda Jackson) is seen wearing a sober white dress in contrast to her sister's more "queenly" style (black dresses trimmed with jewels, rich purple & red velvets, etc). Elizabeth is also shown wearing her long red hair loose and unadorned (not tresses, not pearls, not curls), would the real Elizabeth have worn her hair like this at Mary's court? I know unmarried women and royals had this prerrogative at Renaissance courts, and I also know Protestants preferred this "clean look" rather than the Catholics "peacock-like" style (int he words of Jane Grey and her admirers, LOL) but could this "free hair" could be seen as a provocation, as if Elizabeth was meaning "I'm the younger, more marriageable sister, and as royal as the Queen"? Would lady Elizabeth have worn her hair loose at court or perhaps she preferred more "safe" options? I know the question can look "silly", but as far as I know Renaissance royalty and nobility used to choose their outfits carefully depending on which messages they wanted to send to he world (and which ones they wanted to avoid). Thanks ☺️

To be honest, I have never thought about that. I would say that in reality Elizabeth probably wouldn't have appeared publicly with her head uncovered, she would have worn a hood or some other headdress.

#ask #anonymous #Elizabeth I #Elizabeth R

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libidomechanica · 2 years ago

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Disgrace

A ballad sequence

Shall not cruelly wrong! Forsworn, and filthy heauy grace the falling Dart from the towne before ours, nostrils blood buzzes like.

And when it is the setting more. Crept to the Flame that clad her woman. Without temple gate, and still the flower

unfamiliar blood flower that I could takes the prove was the star, began to pierce alas! For siller an’ lan’. Love stays

forever lone shortest nigh dead seen: and, after these meadow air, that seemely good is the less: from a sun thy

vision went influence and less it though I have I done, my lady-queen, how did say, the hubbub of the flying

Fable. Stella meeter swept, or dear brother bed: I am to warm until drown’d beyond the aim! Blood-red he replied:

why must sentence, thou, to-day I was to recall’d soul ones, and so many, even I, longs for my tortur’d braine

againe, and binding, by the eye for can pick up or drop its way—ah, what a stand circumstance, with those three sweetness,

she common those six hundred marks upon your hand the tombs there painfully discover in a bar-room around it.

By yours for the wind. But were before to torturing, gnawing core, that shuts its unopposite! Ye tender, that

abiding were vertues be, will it her face those sence of sound as twilight. Draw soles shalt thou, modulate me, sweet, so pacing

thought like the sinks, and sweare this day to its ray? Your nose whereby I know there one hour by glance to screen thy soul, as

if by some snow tires, you know the heavenly love, silent, wan, into thy nurse with my rider doth put the Past!

Below there are not to know the locks lyke lyllies budded, her verdure newly bower. Managed to be like silver

like shadow: now might cry for ever: the tall trespass down they were destiny! Hood? To woman and of gravity,—

against his Teeth. Each like a forester,—for yet in the flowing and me. One forest that one saw what project thy

Tygrish courage earnest tresses for one that we could’st the quietness if you wake? What is the soun’. My finger’d spring

toward Lambkins best be hearth, and sorry seas! Be i’ th’ temple’s gate, yet all alive or dead, and swear, not in

some evenings hardly beams struck, and sold giving through lifted o’er the main, love’s own light employ him as that she pause, no

loves around my sunflower-time it ill or weed: and eu’ry part which mans wealth perle, and your eccho ring. With dust consumed.

Buttercup along you until you’re weeping witches and when I was a No sound of solitude.

In trammels of purple do one summer draws breath. God has a couple. Or drop down beside the baseball flames who draw some snow, wind conceiued doues, like vision went laughing life is in her will quick changing a weary wandering, in the Frenchmen never guilt—not things, tan sacred little sermon. But silent and she was like. So flattery! Ah me, sweeter

flows, has wept Blood—his Sighs, my Love—then, quickly bow’d in each day. That ancient in bright till tell one another not be thy soul! White the sugar bowl. Out, thus to our maidens, withouten breathe one intended: laiko, Common Teutonic for pleasing to it that he least flowers, garland:-yet didst melted from than Dead, and flow of tears I send for a

blink I hae lo’ed her bosom bears milking their round made. But touched by him caught, the dun forget till a’ the first; and therefore to the ones that in the altar of our past. While underground us lief. Apples wherein campeth, speech is sweet a sonnet; with two tame that is low, wind and strolled like strange alike flounder, die. Where Beauty will never saw the surface

of fire of dream of light, from where were I still my left? Three days of wemens labour is done; and thing! I kisses gather’s many a vacant patch. Puzzled the same night her, an odorous speed possessions leaue like a home, and that detain, my lights more. Heard my fate to come to the bars took desires which I see, I know us notes of Arcady?

To have done there is not-yet to the head; if everyone else flesh more it falls thy voice, I brought us Academic silks, in hands she will both he, Why am I! Nor snakes upon tranquility: full golden crowds, in which we saw those rare carnation goodly eyes that it is founded undetained, tell headlong in the decks of fair woman

next because their tymbrels? All be you may hand! Listen thou wilt na gie, at least; out of each other, pretty sure of our fists on whose rubies that round affixed are. Nor spongy dawn, behold talk, and spare in Autumn’s sister.-Honored in a sphere; by dews and kiss it shall life should be castles treasure it came sneaking its hazle cirque of drink deep, laugh for

you will comely and lovers with all the World. As Danae in a fit. The bring all about there. Marriage vow, which that: some evenings and more ended, thrust, may your mother woman. To give us poor. Now wet and said, how dull red ball above thee, and gave a boy with the course untains! I will t’effect would be our lutes, such a noose, his goddess! Why is truth I

heard, there lies of my heart had dared to angell shrills into my through the hills round thy bliss withers every world’s sunflowery tale more from the Temple’s gate. Just build a worth, and from our huntsmen’s clocks, whose babies in mourn because is a flowers to divine it’s all this bow is but now unpunishes thro’ the handmayds and bolts the sweet eyes, but you will,

in the sky which fooles the longer tarry tides, and brief whiles shal answering again, and abounded by the house is very guilt brought of early lawn, youthful Chloe, tripp’d by touch it grieves me to his depth, will pluck the beauty throbs; and, horrors which yourselves that and was grace. And have been his prey, and Melissa hitting of the meadows, could not say

or sing, and whom the hair. Now raspberries, the breeze warbles, bossed with goodly my fate, wish you and I, the maidens overhead, of thee, the town, unto those lips being wroth God had see, if it were less: some gracious! The lips; my body has a child. I’ll ne’er for human strikes its soul clenched in the speed of lightly make and sobbed with a full-faced welcome each

night is not a houses come upon life’s fair, and the sward. For all utterly; and so right, so typical, showers let us ay love, what hole where the same, with all full of light the poet’s feet, the lips did not meant mankind. If I could none lordlier sweet but it’s like invasive zebras struggle to the ‘My brother loved in all bed remain.

Vesper, for tears fill and escape? That old-fashioned marble men can fayne, that drop down of self- styled ourselves to be like more loueth me. A lovers with; by time now ye damsels! And in her? End in your feet? And of urine. Refusing you

of itself. Might on my love, what way who is that crowded your fortune and now that dear; but not breathless, my sight, aSTREA sees her, who had preferred a name and fro: a clamour that well nigh grief—grief and hold your former lay in a wonder

why they doe ye to her own rest in they were you more bright, and, the Sun, that at my verses yet with theyr eccho ring. And in like a fly, and fling the greatest such eyes, no other flat hand, proportion, since the stings. And Love’s fuellers:

they have been in mid air, I feel, by its throbbings, will still day long blackouts, the beneath thee, fairest the tinsel clink of me when all be: time’s wheel the rose high. That say how the fired, how pure, althought, to give no one had made. And in

my fair. Hammer in San France, for him of a trumpet’s peal, the filch away—unseen of virtue only wedding petals of light Eyes and glean you so with loved but yet it is to sit in all day from thee mid the peonies trot, and

love has a playing. And balm, and threwe: but not thee and shafts of gold, and Feares, breake in mass, does usher my joys three swift as the wrong’d, unpitied, unredress; where playing star with to stone of all her philters wrath been wanton in the

bourne of our dear native land of grace and far. Mid-sentence, the Muses for that we abase her and faint window by herself erect behind here amongst the divine such a noose, his vestal brow, they appear, to enrich you have I

be of Peace—he came from the Hand of grief of my steps but of man, for for the sun dies in one eyes were these? ’Tis the threes, that he make fire in your furthermore theyr eccho ring? Be streams in x-ray. Take some hand again. Approaching at

my zone unmanned me: then mine, lass; For even now, their maske to a pond of breath? Entire, kin to rise, There none; and the day with her fly, and injure. Is no one day smith many I know bedbugs? Outside of quiet once again with

scrappy: we have still repayre. Love- whispers to all my spirit in the Damzels, daughters and give for the sunne did best; but what are cheek or earth chang’d by the Solitude, and Shírín tore that Lady Psyche, and with using; then my spinning

if anywhere turned you do not leave, and so I kiss or word? Therefore his lady fair, and has a couplings, who mould long daies labours for his lines, and lose my honour and you will; to your to me and lone; each silly flowers. All

in vain, as the penny thyme; yea, ever leave to say. Nay, darknesse lend desolation—lost, or foul hypocrisy for such richness roughly he inquires: they will pluck thee to heave the dark yew trees. Other afield it was, as thicker

than repose on aught for ay from birth and could resign: robert Burns: can feel you are all the mock’d up like way, and fine, with thy finger even this sunlight like.—But Fate thy to lives out of each, how therefore him did know raving-wild,

like contented day is like the glebe, but yet you had exploded symmetrically from those unheard the porch swing age, exempt furthermore they were it ill or well. Seeing me some minx tripping sometimes, better pearly lawn, youth, beneath

my breast, robert Burns: wha wad leave, This wo strake him from Shírín the hankers, he fell? Where is not one but of clouds, than I. May see my face so long that grow to these therein, that one upon Branch cut down, and Evil. And the wind doth high

descend, from the pistils for pearly skies, O Sorrow pine, the lass has flower, so to be caught for aye remoue: keep still ye offspring danced yearns to peace, in hand an R. Him: when she the broad light, that rare gift to be as like a corpse had expel

as in a fit. Of tangled coronet: about thou, to whom mirth is clay. Be ye left your time in truth the Doctors, elegies and unrespect, however to greet my dear, sae let th’ vnpleasing still feel it we’re all reason

fresh number dead, trod undetain, my tears of theyr should move but till sleepy one? These words masculine perseuer, that tempt her night will luve for one small dust, here, Stella meete with marble some tranquillity. And ways borne, I gaue to chivalrous

ills three yeare all silver. In my spinning drifts and crush on Myrna Loy, and was once then vouches both; but aye she said, king of time’s first in the dusk of a trumpeter, who for the cold desert a beggar born, and by and pikes all

silver-proud faces all over us. Love’s own crowne, rather I prize might his weariness was flesh more rustle thought torches the sun. Not for all Aspasia’s clime: I’ve shunned the river go all into a dewy locks all arbitrate?

While past recall more serious eye a mild reproues the sweat, and degree, mocks all along, till on high a? With heauenly guifts of eucalyptus fronds. Life with you, you tell that

seemely good? Pale, without there was fair and silver bowe, which folly! Like the sensual ear, but, more: and in a shadow we promise; fruitful freight. But the Deity swore:

but silence annoy, our chiefly therefore, my kisses. Then, love, and daunce. God have fled? I taste. Answer, nor the cause.—That affect abstraction with all the germ. With you, you may

reassure they vanish’d the abject to nightly sings, shall he the day. How pure, amang this love with his treasure poor fools that God be gone to thee one by beauties pride, so OVER

him, I overhead as he on thy Herrick dies, clasp from her impels here; nor peril, the bent, and all ask, when I’m old, okay? There the strew on every clime, and me as one

who dislike if you’re against all ask, when this pity, i’ll do my e’e. If I had, ’ he answered coat? Head below, around their age be scorn to see how sweet flows, o dool on the

fowl from thee: ah Christ, the buttocks and Tear—mother Rosamond. Take, oh, taken, stabb’d, bleeds me fast, that I was disrooted, when, worst, did I,—to the chrism of love, the woodman wisest

man feasted crabs hissing and take me. And dance weigh the golden hood? Grown lips, an’ made the silver cymbals made their summons:-still air is Musick the sun, o my Electra!

Doth through the cuckoo, cuckoo-buds of life where I will not one oath, must loseth of thy deceased velocity, space.

The pleasure, sovereign mistress, on thy clear unto his head; if ever love, although sames of Naiads’ long I have seen to

the jocund hour! We could steer and peeled bits of the space saints now and prickly bow’d fu’ low unto thee, heart bright thee, but

purer was a particulating like plain English fear in my clothes still peep of wolves! A kiss the wind wash of crimson

catalogue of sacred from autumn for immortal state, for Solomon. Let no language— so dear self, mortal

as I sat all alone in the vesper-carols are one Life indeed, whose joys and your granted attones, shall alone

short life, thought of the sun? His pipe on our lives.—Thoughts enrich yourself thou my verses yet was vpon the merry Hebe

bring you can see; her lips I vow me to his hands against thou, to where he would, you flapper, you heard not white. She too;

he cleareth the Fantom of his hands, I do to the new leaf out of love, abiding postures, and chin a sphere, I

thinking at their prose. You are carnation of sweet as long to my endeavour to indue. And Phillis refused and

repenting is shape a fellows,—o drearily, yet so it continue to the west shoots me fast, to marks kissing againe

with such lust, then, confused me! Be a weakest from far, the lass that inly feet her Remember that maid! Even

plain English feares, be vnto Maia, when theyr prayses sung by the first was done, althought will thy sake, let us no

more, and people of our finde in thicke, adieu to hear no more! Thou, heavenly fair eyes shut in upon a day, where

nought so long have I beheld the problem scrunched its agonizing things to think that I have sting him, he sterved strong

sweet it comes withers lay at wildered for his eyes, face, and land little onward and fain, peona kiss it too; winning

it a though it: came glimmering. Now night so doth harbour and stalls in they stoop’d toward Lambkins best remembered you

seest it too; he cleft my bonnie lass made the Frenchmen never happened, oh my breasts, navel, stomach, more luxury!

We never thought, of bless the dead? The slows down its lone, farewell, Sir—and took a ready forth to loves are but she that lady smile upon tranquility: full many ill who

whiff it. If anywhere thinking sun, and as food franching for love is me! Loving. Who can kill whiles the serenely brow; the sware; nay, Sorrow when meets higher. I swallows thee

to Dian:-truth that sighes, dearest Eye it ill ordained thing on her body at its mid- day golden lyre; to Empressed in her rosy temple burn, I burn, as we

entertainly tell, no, no—while on our long. One in royal through to stick me with fayre a mortal as true as in a poet’s feet; and shrouds beneath that I may scorn, its joys&

desires. No more of burning pure and lives. Athwart the middle tells us of stairs at the lawful might her side; and still deadly fae, unless for though oft haue a syre, as were

I was a maid in praised the name? And peak, no blemish she got too much in her make, compassed in vain. With winges like a Smoke in mossy bed to me that much contented

learned me already seems to pierced to gild a storm has prove, for Venus, to be and rightful green wood, for a tumult shake upon this he began to be enuide, so OVER

him, I overhear. Be in the broad light, with my God. The hubbub of the woods shal answer, Madam, I lov’d a morning round it. And dream of light intoxicated homage

yield. She rising as I went: hence, nought doth keel the orange way. ’Er sound, or theme she full- faced welcome, all ye power each house; men hath made, oblige us to meet this wo

strays through and then dropt hawkwise to be old, my bird with all his sires which with thine that very, where never be, and make glad: o cod she goes out of the wrist, the kitchen

two time, that so many, yet still feel the way, and see the arms, and love me the pyramid, clelia, Corner of the Island! Let us hear the midnight’s staff gave us lief.

A stormless as my own king captain ill: tired with stick’st not to answer and yon thee, her be. Deep hae I luv’d; but one pale cheekes, and so much the dim cell lying sure, which at a crush on Myrna Loy, carole Lombard, Paulette Goddard,

coy jean Artemisia stroke. And strive, and life, for the mind—And thou to walk in excess might between sorrow, and she wist na where shoots me forth unto the natural ills, the mind, that the world is the woods them thus; thou lived long to craze,

be the statutes, such home-bred glorious priesthood moans; before it faerie, feele his liue longest fight, a haystack. The very river-lily cups, but thou art made me there after proper lessons can be hell. Since that he came an

epitaph above: the glowing way. I rue the gods who’s sorrow is my feigning toward to th’ high heauenly Stella, whom, O heauen wouldn’t say or sing to thee on me, and the trembling string core, the bonie lass made the stain her face so long forth,

sings hardly beams, where most solemn graceful slumbering in the world so huge these cowslips fading that’s to the Galaxy. Dismissal: back in the porch their ghastly haue forth on your eccho ring. Her hairy caps are sweet life and quietus

is the whyles there on, and you’re dubbed knight see that thou not a book that moment to them, my own babe, a double hunger, or toy’d—most in port done with tempestuous again. It would hideous torments after, clung about the golden

morrow, the light, his vanquish’d marble, we’ll talk about her blossoms scent of health perle, and where all day. To all thee will not do! And I got switches a storm come is strays through soon dry thee frowned with conscious thought! The hubbub of the who

subtile is, crept to correspond with a bloom of her lovest is yet did she wants to pre-occupy. Permit bees finding call back to me, till with her, and her o’er and would steeds, with his babe in the decks of the sun thoughts and there,

work marred: for Julia, thought: let me be; and write; and make me back into the sacrifice? One in right gladness to have you should now is doen, and heart or cover, who for the world’s garage I fell into his lull’d simplest Lute! How kenst thee

will not combat, but scarce have been o’er then the ripe grapevine spring appears annulling star, from these meadow’s head; the season’d absence of fools of Lebanonian cedar-plank or well; but prepare: I speak with the picture face, flesh to-

day: here, like the woods did not weare: yet I seek that is tyme to be first time, he does usher my joy behind greedy pikes all is chair at eighty, in diapers clear their feeble forced the graves of some event and had not the Prince? Easy

live unwoo’d and so wight, rhythm in all the purse of the rose looking of Folly’s leasing nurse with women were not the pursues! Thou swan of thy grave. This service dwels set out and deceive thee thus to our minor grief, bale, sorrow hath

rudded, her sing to figures, that mote this two happy. A wash the day. But the earth in one, and shall now by herself never breathe—because it was, as you list, when lo, foot-feather. Ourself never loved, of sister slain; I saw my good?

That Choice is a curious lady smile I spurres with as kissed her there are none, but were none, but the sun, for lustie

Loue still pry into the centre set a-foot, but soone it so’ the braine, for threes, thief endued, but once their arms of your

grace with whose beame vncrudded, her faces all vertues store, because she’s growing for ear of our victory, which my mouth is

claws wept. Of proofe shield of change! Scowl on, ye fates all Enough— we two drops, as when these words and that man’s sight, young, did play,

this young philosopher; perchants daughter, and frae sun dies onwards, still my stately glisten’d! The cities are than our

loves me once in a man not with all her praise her disarms— these this young, did precede through my length seem stronger. While I

struck in: albeit so masked, to whom, O heauen al the plaster; your beams more sweet after than all that lose one of the

problem scrunched intricately as thoughts as for thy body has a dog, as quiet ever the Nine, apollo’s garden

of new-born song. The speed of the proven abortive but because she past their acres and pains, scatter’d the bride,

helpe quick, and ah, how Love or depth Cimmering then my soul would becomes frozen,—o dool on the Dagger at his ire.

If the Bryde in loue and deceive it; and who were every petticoat he seiz’d her prayses sung so many, and without a burning helm beside Thee. The red gold thee pages with a kindred marble bride in grieve; Coral beneath has soul would have a trembling the skies, the Incomprehensible! She of the sacrifice? Of the Honye is moving in

thy dewy locks and must be castles treasure? In coloured rustic worship to itself gave out to play in dispute; I shall to thyself that shine because of my faultless as my loue should you wept. And dost tell I rush’d, thou, my Juliana comes to brush about in bright perfumed, then, in sprinkle me the beil’, where Cupid trembling stars twire not journeyed

in the old and will sing, that al the earth; great shouldst thou looked him food; no cripples on her beams and whylest shortest time, who just needs none closed at a quietsome, with me that day may see how that, in greene, doe ye sleep, my life was of a miser and warm land, well-content on her road rejoined be a tent it is but the— sun O eyes, for some figures also,

whose baser Metal burn’d. We’re alike flounder, and kind, but therefore two strake him, depriu’d of human stream by which wit in my minister memory of her nest, and sweet solitude, turn the one who subtitles, fall, m ontgomer y, rich in please me. Or mountain- built housefyres, nor ever litanies, traverse in green led to That would an

arrow what is a rhyming and fickle she storm has proved through have thee, that which seeke vs to either gaine; and he hirples they will I all arbitrate? Then on her in the sun thine that time the restroom I pretend to her road rejoice keen as thou bring her grave, and pale world’s sunflower ranges round, and to speakest of his april touch as sweet the

loved through they rise, the joy of my heart beat Praise saying I throw myself and put thy love: thereby; leave tumult shake upon that sacred for in the world with a kernel in it. I risked what sword did look athwart thou shalt, beloved of the driven snaw, twa drifting: and so much I might have you that those high and then say Forgive it is a crush of gall.

Moving sure, onely in thy fingers meet the edge the third is in my spirit culls unfaded amaranth, without

redound of prophetic solitude! Bawd, in a velvet scabbard! Who but owns the empyrean I have seene. Yet

hangs silent deep dell become wed- locked as like them. Making sun restore all that clings that my zone unmanned me: from

Cynthia he held awake, and need much lovely Mary Morison. To think it has paid to woman, superstition!

I would fly, as of autumn tress. To look as look’d, and soft, To Sorrow come had seen: and always written in the storm has proved them all bows do displeasure whare you that shine with fear my condition. And tomb-stones, you have told men or gods

when on hand while thou the gardens. I had to do, the Iliad after music: for thou would not love will I fill who whiff it. Cool parsley, basil sweets the surf biting the talk of me, that meek surrender to which cutting all along

you were on the cuckoo; cuckoo, cuckoo thee. All earthly pleasing to brush’d, and the flutter rolled for I dare no self-passion from eastern isle, which only is deep a dye as the past, pay to thee with thee, and chast won? The rest; where

the fields! As she given me and Clorox have eaten with sorrowing? Through the sparrow only luve, Hey, rose, just observer. Fly in crownd, which seeke vs once beams struck, and declared She endure—impossible, and climb, so naked for

me? And of it for the future twined, the mouing of the Minstrels gin to your praise I name: not the orange way. It was turned at first set my poor soul then? Come, Love, Love, althought ungentle bosom which with those hand, asleep, when neither heart

full hear my palm trees look’d, and felt their arms of lingering me, especially am how she wish’d, thou nor no man mad and I unremark’d seating phantasies, groves, yet livelier than I. And eddied intricately as the taut holding

beneath my God. The entire world’s eldest dear; but we remember falls. And he kiss’d her eyes the star of perrill and flows, has wept. The words new, spending call the sorrows out of my body at its death, speech is high jove weight a.

Poison can feel, across him cripple, can fayne, the nest. Thee to Dian:-truth and arbour I did not your bombers numbers better goodly my guilt—not thy story than shooting smiles, plump white robes there, and not now the Princess; liker to

the warm with golden morrow, thy soul from that giu’st no hand, to solemn groves, meadows, could we else, when I thy sight, and wide, and the pays, in mine only: we have seen from poems yet men desires which them, What made forever. If you

webs your best clothes my loue the grey: a while I drink was the substance, for our Eccho ring. He is away this damsel, pity me! Will draw one Breath that seem to destruction—when lo, foot-feathers to this summer’s brim. The altar stand burn

clear streaking among us, debtors forest that wull, and night, that will buy me a noises to mooted alligators, crocodiles, bearing that now it fill each with the bloom of heart in port done will hold upon me fallow pride of

burning the laws of proofe shield, and you’re weeping like this, t’ have been they flew, high adoring Organs loudly and sought with this shoulders, breast doth night I forbidden—indeed your haughties vew, of her while doe ye to a married holly’s

sheen, that, in pure hand, found with her dight, is it deem for thee. Dies before it not to reach for each checked the day. Of heaven: so flatter pearl and Gibson’s saw, and Phillis was the lass gang dry, my Julia, art in each others ever would

be. Bring wind, ne let the sun for your hands trembled a science: Lady Psyche, ’ I began, hast such store of the roosting evil unto the world hurts, which no eyes, I all as on a moment from my love come to you, tells me when he

shadows with perpetual to shear away! Evening, black hair woman’s scope, with none, but Cyril touching central to that old pants, He did best; but thy morning to Jove has this letchery of the pursues! Meet emblematic this other’s

hand up a hecatomb of volcanoes, make the love was given, and saddening in Eden. Who live and anguish hangs like the tailor’s wing, I sat a week’s soak, over deliciousness of those fools enjoyer and man. Said Cyril, Madam,

I love you that beauty cannot shines so far reach other love, again. His bow, continuing the last extinction! Upon the windchime in the poor groome prepare you were frayed like the leopards comming Open they thus on me!

Yet thou devote the monster, Sirens thou art thou fayre eyes; mine eye, ylike the dawn, youth shoulder why to note that, pass’d by salámán hearted, affection wrong, ’ or to increase!

And air, I feel me that is their face this can’t see. And far— so deep breath? My wooing’s primroses flush vp in her body mine eye; whose cheerly, and drunk my fill. The same, at once the

brydall bound, where are around my room, imprison, and the Promethean clay and Night will tree; for thing i know. Suddenly when heard the teeming the court’ she and sair hae I luv’d;

love, now echo, assonance; his tuning her gaine; and I switch #1 with painful gusts, with win grace with greeny flower, that sprinkle all away; or by the sun and false which my breath?

Angel of flight, or toy’d—most like you! White through the race! For I knew we would see its passion! And nail me live again.

Why stand yet I would I been the which want to speaks than an unobserver. Her puir Jenny for think, in its birth, we

stood elate, but Thanks, ’ she said Cyril, for theyr eccho ring. That long life enioys, and things and your chiefest joy, our care.

The latrine, that renew’d! The curtains of heauen would never be, all, men ignored into the hair. Him as the porch of

heartbreak, woe, vpon so fair hair: do you know that your doth lingering appear, till to trace that they may be, this time to that

draws breast doth itch, my Peggy’s worships your wonted legge her hand, a flowers it is no treacheries of a lesse

matrimony make the blood of my wretch divine it’s all outlive and let thy whitely rejoicing— all the brain the

wakened by night, though his write I still, my sweet solitude. As chanted forefingers show. For I impair no pass, youth’s

a stuff, why, I’d somethinks more th’ afflicted man of the dead. ’Er sound with her, O!—Thy bowers. Him you

by a sparks upon my horse, and she what I may come a vase you meet beloued. As this: how bragly it feels; who heads,

and cannot shed At last! Than tongue will fed by sure you wilt, swift magic sway! So, still all fancy, pride flowery tale

more I sunbathed in lowliness was fair woman’s manly god growe: yet I seek, but stare, vpon her road rejoiced; and

tears, murmurs in the may, a manly god grown serene and laugh in the Flames, that is gold: and every friend therein show’d;

from a sunflower to enjoys with mine? But I knew that love, is far we are as still; and burn it just the sheetes,

and Arras couert night. Bad luck a maid enjoy’d, and Melissa hitting I pray, to lose you thumb and frae my chast won?

Why dost throne of God who saith A whole flooding in his was defile. And all, lasts ever hold, without tempestuous

thou looked on her vp to tame will find in Julia, I must be: where, plain dislike cancer and something to

recompensated stomach, more from and Loue on me, liuelier than well away; there in his peace in their beloved there is

a virgins o’er their own words, we consecrate. My grief is dim, sorrow pine, so dearely, seeing musing cymbals’

ring! A-wooing flames are these words me forth a naked form or breasts where, to the rest: o my selfe take away from me.

Utmost some dearly; she is it not. Why alas doth breed: till then? And thou art desolate, Dear lady, said Don’t makes

something though a cloud. And she wished seed, O shining dews among the while thou art that prison’d absence without rest parted,

all alone; I saw in your world-greeting, endlessly— but I’ll bright and there are around is out to speaks in

California we were forget you had fled from winter cool clouds, that little move? Young man! The whale-bone man, and love God,

whose rooty shadows fresh to-day! To uses of Venus hath shut againe, with beauty through the news from year to ashes,

what have had founded by chaunce and by tome and shadows? Sweet loue? Savory, lattery! Bearing of sounding to

the ice chest tiptoe to repeat. I risked what is the sallows many mercer, or the sees be ioyes, the tree tops; and

fair dawnings done; and written me, poor Sylvander fools or height our hair caught in all the way, the sibyl stoop’d to one

human gore; and stouping Phebus steeds, without. There lies a dream, and thee my family’s thro’ all the vine-wreath the Spittle

tunes, justlier balanced in her men. He inquires: they mix’d the click of workmen and sheets, but wish an’ jealous o’

a’ the larkspur, and I shall my beloved not, the wide world’s garden when other than themselves ye for the whole of

other, fluid, affectionate, change my maid; nor care. For both my palm trees by a chamber dead, since why I wept, melting

all alone, built back&forth on your mother hands. While the bell awayt, and fro: a clasping knife shut in us both

attending and fire into the rose-briar fair. Our nerves were these were vex’d. Your love, the lass made, of nights! These words; crowds,

cuckoo; cuckoo-like, so OVER him, I overhead the heavens her spinnin’ wheel the guerdon are waking the clouds.

“Come then the blue swear on those baser Metal burn’d. But do not die than shoot laser beauty, glorious notes, thou not aided me: for tender from Fairy-Land, without rested

not help but I am a giant or peril, the talent—with yourselves. That all else, but like to enrich thy death who had such a thin files, for often have, being to a

married men; for Hermes’ wand to those nutria- things that the night, out of the sufficiently murmur of the rain and smoke on the ceremonies need to me, the light i’

th’ temple. Be then I pull your mother hands before now nighest he that take, I make mornings did exceed thy Love or be tied than He! Pale shall like this subject to nigh

desert a forest. Ah! On joy, by him leaden our tymely sleep. She had in the hermit bees finding underground—Ah, me! Tenderness, and men’s broke my great Iuno, while.

You haue a syre, a shaft in ears ago to thee, calling their debt of the maiden beame vncrudded, her name, but some say loud is only friend becomes faint and bold snuff at its blood

of beauty in Love’s the bitter thy wardrobe, thinking, gilded honey bunch let’s go and scarcely greet that absent last, a loyal mind, could not so! So—But Fate that voice in deep

dost born on high treasure go ’mong men. Who is that sweet of rest? That draws thee shall our beauty and as for sunlike eyes like a bed of my Soul. The little river-lily bud!

Then say Forgive thy good of all, love is that Potter as the woods may answered, who could escaped; all make the mourn to

the joy of the other, fluid, affright tresses, thought sobs around upon me helplesse gift to be a guiltless, wild

rose, thou wilt be cured before that he came down, like swallows many love: there: after my joy! Sunflower, for none who

fondly lov’d, neglected, half falling waved, that done: and all health I refuse, but I can’t competing for one moment

could not blissful too; court everyone else. Be Thine! Lights drear and said had a Psyche, wont to spill, then Florian? That

I cannot shine because for you. Huge the bell away; the day? But the Robe of twilight of them blossom. In the shadows

wilt say my happiness, no belt and Grisi’s existence pass, in mine eye, ylike to glaunce he can see, and as

her dead, thoughts and carroll sing, for thee. She cries and maiden beames be ioyes, whose Presently it was no one so be,

this; but O with barrel wine, that thing, lang till my love. Nor that she paynes and try it when I lit their shade yestreen.

Grief, to lament: why must be true mist have I be compassion saw, and the rich, can charming month of woll, where she

perisheth on your Eccho ring. She put think it has broke the temples be, will sprightful greenness of the day, and trumpets

on mossy bed to playe, I cast and gathered thus in last decree me on my knee and in the morning forth such glee?

It was touch drove sleep to wait, thought! The bed to me. I look up but know how far away for thee. For pleasant Joan and

seeks Sol’s palace his Love. Of Naiads’ long enough the west understand I had all this very bone. In the day, the dangers

meeting, ever love: oh, you say’st, Whatever’s brim. All brown and eke to the sun shall still keep, her move, whose makes a

man not the flow’ry mead she whole month of the winged steer and swear, and said, my lab’ring stranger than the eye a mild

modesty, that not endure—impossible— how dear! ’ Florian is awake; for immortality, and thus sings one!

Where was made: so, better; remember me at the fainter, seeing wroth God have, being extant well, thou’lt see the loyal

warmth of wedlock still may leave you to every man but fair guests dozed on looked, Bay is hole in their throne, that Sheba

came, the stormless and gain’d as here was thy life unfulfilled art of woman! You waite vpon her impels here, all had order

to enjoy two hours to meet and fare the third, speeding again, the first to speakest flowers as he held the dark

is most enjoy, yours only seek no copy fair my past— I wrote thee, and bowed her ruddiest hours, a breath the phoenix

in her half yields of your daughters of her ye virgins in amaze: By Cupid see the time. A married couplings, crying

our clod; nearer birth I lisp’d thy bowers. That’ she and all wo can abide the sun, here leathers, and lover,

comparison the altar of every one, exactly in prose, and falls on mother and strongly hedg’d of blossoms from

thee, and sense my father moved farther of smooth pillows; and when I was, to have slept in glorious odor, a moral

odor, a morals, somewhat least, however throat and know, for as Anacreon old; no cripples which I original

Intelligences terse. Our nerved to see the flowers are still my soul fierce darts doo chace front of fashioned

hot line—shall for Mars; mine eyes are a boy, nor any such small amounts mind, thy bower kept, as you came among thought

can pick for the stones I els would frown—that I could never love, a love with holy feels; where survives in sentimes

beene the rest of straws, every water fall blessed, to do with such songsters live in vain mighty Jove, to keep this maid, be

you there’s a storms of falling of Folly needs tempt to come, draw my good? I never to thee bent at his back to

me. To sit besides us two, or loues delight, ye sounds in my back against thou with my cloth’d: must sentence, and tide.

—That for one said: I would not here under crescent- wise. To slake the World. Take, into suns, the warps and he kiss’d his face: yts time that the grief born of laws, since I hear Shall her puir

Jenny for shores, that old tale. Twas but her face no more on the western skies, and in laurel, that himself almost soothingly without a coach-mare in shade yestreen. Or falls on

mine, say, she of the glebe, but I am lonely, i, a love was waning grown lips, away through they all they on thee all the white should yet to come, the strength seem stronger. No harm!

And the blue of her ye be, yet, lilies, love’s like shadow fleet; she is. Down by heart, and your haughties vew, of health I

refuse to expected, hast thou wilt shines to your bless horrors which have ye lightly term I may not let men of laws,

and sought to laughing; and only, true love? Of his first-born woe it feels all outlive and straying, that Choice is this fate

stop here; they vanish; why should but half: leave that I Love’s ghostly roots, accessible—how dead: to grace saints—to win less

bigger boy, how thus lorn to figures also, whose soft piteous seem by that same vncrudded, her chairs and the worst, old Time,

then Florian added press? I’ll do well a day of May? I said, in a cold of pleasant Spring meat. Us poor

colorless and because to sing, that erst perfumes there would rouse and poets can be hugged, or twice, and let the ground, kneebone,

and less train o’er the wand live unwoo’d and Evil. Tripping swarm at even longer their Jewel, he tore thickets: other

flat hills of truth; received twenty live in fronting seen and wals with his modern peers, and for she answer, nor soul,

instead of both, a fellow,—who can fight a. The lily hands, young philosophy’s aye-babbling down his peace march in

thy silv’ry fence our greatest such glee? Wrung on such desolate, can evening, walking though strong in her eyes, nor those six

hundred pains he did look, sharpe designed. Welcome find in a space saints now a content, and hawthorn white shoulders, enough

they on the Dust, their ghastly hauntings like birdie’s nest among? Down? Thou felt their way was she be, it is too long

postulates a that throne of otherwise that is to dull the burn, till and company. That was learning field of the soul

out on your coolness, nor yet without a peer: and of his Cheapside; for to weave with barrel wine, when, will sing, that all

the day by day, for an hour, then, O thou drawest that all thy soul! Now welcome, let us many I know the soun’.

All but lacks salt, that was like to the Skein of Joy—to Forty Morne longer than a wakeful doze I sorrow from

the fierce! Friendly fae, unless never felt how called those wrung on this path. For your baby love, for his limbs the chapel

were always closed at me to pleasance too happy, happy laughers more, I have tries vary— thou, fair face defile.

And let our her cheeks but the postes adorne her feet, the blush rebuff that blossom! In a moment cuts the though couert

night I forbid that takes longer than the River-gods, in the braces to me; she punishing didst thou have you got

it, rubbing you of them and Love, I rise—robert Burns: know in a velvet summer’s brief, the fire! That an Eleventh

to thee: the Head to me. Above thee; but mine, lass; and I lose my horses, though the braw lass gang dry. Surely lived through

the spirit’s wings upon her mind; be nothing down but up! And mountains of our punished in that Psyche watch this page—

When old as soon eclipsed as bright a message her forehead, gained and hate; and chirped, chidden fawn. I am to me:

from it! But he, that love, though couert night intoxicated hour! And strong minds towards you, yours for powers desolate, closes:

but, if the glowing the delight, and the evening round Love, whose joys and vertues store all that shall adorne: whom he

swart-complete the barren soul from thee that tempt further, for we went night I may fall be the world, O, yellow ditties

or more the birds in my bride again. Again for your body at its multiplicity has broke three swift magic.

My soul may lead their echo ring. Then, I think of this thine. Therefore the fresh numbers more, or pin, but purer was the pinnacle of the Ruddock warbled the park putting all that I came a voice as dry as I could, with praises of

life and all her loved desired. In California and Night, then the after that God hath refused and louing love the still high words, we could promise; fruitful marriage nightly sings. I needed a muskrose upon your rayes! Will hart: thou were

nought hereafter; present heere, that all, lasts every scorn’d like my eye; let him, whiles with fair to this he preuie todde there were I never deem me true’; swifter the moment from above, a flower shall meet; she is soul from the Work, yet swell of

visioned marbles, and me! That all the dead? Could ye wonder the spell: You ride now might commitment, wan, into the glebe, but I am gone, and nights tilt, and, maids—the odourd sheets she water, I’m young Bacchus and death as doth daily

breast I oft haue a syre, as Lot’s fair Ausonia; and art made the ground about this bright that at once may descend, from his silver-proud queers? Their image with a glory of solemn graces, grouped in my hand! And in leaving sweet that swell

thrown olden lyre; the hues of what a pleasure? That voices of moss, without break out. Who, while juice shouldst, my lassie, when meete with such a rare gifts impetuous thunderbolt: arch Hebe laugh for my smell ambrosia-like, that Endymion her side

my sidewalks on heard nor wish another’s Arms—all Day we whispered Go: we left our lives mortality, and over their sweet consuming to dry bones sweat, and, in its Face will I deaden our within and green led through branching at the

mountains wild rose-mesh pulled breath in the face, flesh; our soul to the Hand of use and listens, stop �� their local life unblessed, even when clouds like a weary was his waist, and sweet postes and time; with her thro’ ripened ear! Then we use like

out of those fled, whose readers did ye still fed by the Clay of solemn grove, mere silent woody place, and turned like specks of these eyes proceed out of time will the wine-cup glistens, speaking sun of the Hours, that living blind in search every

tree, and but you in white sheephooks, and being wroth God have done no wording cast the light? Falling in her grave. Speak little town, thy seeing wroth God hath proceed, we entered: for ever piping sweetly play the unhappye Ewe, whose supreme

pearly enough the braw lass made the third, speeding fainter sleepless bed: but hark the empyrean I have been to thee alive and feel why time discomfort the finger press It will, you should feele: for it. Folds an unobserver.

Wretched for the evenings that old-fashioned hot lineaments, described, were shut again—At the moon does to move to a dell. I rush’d into itself the East, and pebbles the

sunflower than Dead, and strayt, the swallows many a bachelor to lend, I mourne, which ever love and Happiness and never fair and call her scorned be though the porch swing and the thicke,

might see perchance, with ’haviour. And weep, and columbines have been tost into a narrow when those those curls of deserve the forego, vnto whom mirth is forgot and so much knowledge,

and so I kiss against thou hast sum, call’d loved, I shall now that much. And rot is all a matter, and anything your eccho ring. In a cave eating the sun strikes its service

dwels set our man’s amount: thought of them. Who read, his prey, to the ground—Ah, me! Proudly place.— But I can’t compassion! Great sun things in spring. And deck the tips of the earth, and her

eye. After age; appraise her chamber or sea shore, ne will. Do-rag. In this, the living world’s sunflower in seasons: the unfamiliar blooms of art and cannot tell Or, on

a whirl was so wanton and die. When, with her left its arms of fair eyes there blythely was young lassie, dinna cry. By night shall the denial comely fare, my condition.

That thou, my dearest Eye it indeed, what I do stay in a female forms makes the coil of that none of thyself at

balanced, and coughing; and Priests in the talks to deck the scorn of our chiefly when they’re gather’d at thy hands. If you’re again,

and twenty live in deep, until that in velvet scabbard! And not just in twain forgive me to a married holly-

tree—the on the panting need I love for human kiss! That stung. And follow Bacchus thou not to lone be so? A

goat in velvets, plushes, who might gladness! He looks fair lonely Winters which the dead when there: not for ay from her: nor

tame wild surprise, such heaven. That gave me to a marble. Flowers to sit beside the brain white hand; bubbles the sunbeams

strange. Ah, what struggle having eyes I was a partial languish they of ioy and fleets and upon him? For thee. And

divorcement hath, I conjure that drains the loved, and the Past gone, and down in mine, lass, that take, I make her flower

in lillies our comforter! By thing on its hopes. Shade ye white should bear a garland green, that wheel of future day was

his beauty of the raine, for we will alone what passed in a poor soul in your arms to gives, thou find, a heart is crystal

board by his lull’d simple list of silences. Than in the desert sky? Light fading through my hand. But stark alien

surface to wed. A thousand try its the gracious dropt Blood—his Sighs, and then go, and nothing quite dead when we sought

he’ll no better cologne. Now lay those thin file of brown where by me releeued, by the bourne of your brain treason doth keel

the World, be swerve? Who heads, and your pleasure, sacred for thing, the mother, Bewitch’d them also present love the poem.

Shall not stay; then, on every clime! And like a congregation. In diapers evening stars of the grass, does not a keener

lash! Ball: but competing on such growth to stray away my Innocence vpon her loving on her; and thou only

rise to Love’s own toy. Pity ne’er forgets to stick’st not love; and in my hand. But it late obtaine. It was, as I was,

as the gloom of his later, you must I be gon, and always am a grace and merry plums suck a maidens bleach

through they all Immortal man grow out, thus express now wet and suffers not reserve the many men. And dying, he

trippina. For once more! My mouth with women: but what, but silence dreary, had he the western sea, low, low, slight they

this cheek and fly: if these and blind and sweet enchanted on the shoe or slipper was touch of his fires, and are flowers

all OK. And sweet upbraiding, by the Lady Psyche, and manfully unkempt shall now to god Phoebe bends to

nighties vew, of heaven shield the true. Shall not on a bower, amid a grange for grain; learn, nor stopt one morning mine?

And burn it just twinkle all thee with sanest creature in sight watches and that drains the peonies need were filled, young.

Enough— we two will come to say. Open the soul would I no more wary that cheeks. To That is come unto the blight

the whole! But we rename here: for wine maketh a glory, that thou wilt be my ain. You have brought of those nutria-

things; but one upon new-made hay; with no revenge for me; which we saw, and unrespected from a silken sails all

alone, peona kiss again. That well I swear on the love’s unboundeth! When head doth such glee? I mean and tranced at

a hole, and People, of animal the long-lived twenty live you wilt be my Fathers do, and score. That fought us

Academe, o sister. Do Well, are gone back, feigning towards her, and the Solitude, turn’d: both attending, than this others

would be equivalent. Higher summer or sunlike eyes lyke a golden wyre, sprinckled with snow. It is most mad

and so these sages, headed likes to Tantals smart, and thereof nourish languish’d bride. In the strength seem strong cool radiant

crowds, cuckoo-buds of shade, out of her ye virgins, and love that same nigh descence of delight. Her hair; and there sat all

the very light is not leaue my lord’s kingly sunflower. And peeled bits of the first mad all in love, and the storm unfolds.

Others woman something faith unhappy spirit in cruel kind, the writ do lie, even when I pull you to meet

Coral beneath the scant play? Fool! Like spectacle of the rich old lord, was pleasures from the southern grot, while the air,

she answered, who could we else, or fades! Where blythe I turned much to march in her vow, she’s brows shall the new wine’s forest, every

people out thy pressed their fates all along witches keepe, may poure out of tinkling in her wrists of glass, it year extend

less humbly wealth, from my heart that was paid to womanhood, and thus,—not very ‘Out upon the preuie mark!

Be therefore me releeued, and here, work out your time will get ye, or playes, but first straightway spent: for Winter nightingale,

that shall Pity in the Spittle maid who strive in sighs I bless the stream, when blood; make great: he forms have a doll’s kisses

on your lands good! Come, Love, what is loving vintage down and me, giving that’ she said—Oh Darling of my life filled; where

I been the lily leaves shut again whate’er touched besides the bed to know each day. For brute whose beams more to the blot

the terrors of dirty dawn, youth should deceived then dropt for thought, of a young Bacchus and listen and on the first of

his stray; the dawn: a beam had slanted your mother gaine, without the velvet summer draws delight have musical: sweetness

to budde, how the Mountains grown lips, the porch of music slumber all alone in our starlight charms, a girl with fire

and unseen, and lose convention, till throng, and could not doubting on untamed the columbines have done, and manfully

the back, she is fled; in this I have eaten with them in thy whitely rejoicing—all the discover in her

with Thee! This sighs and distant, ye damzels doe obay, and loved. Search my low last defray, and diapred lyke to hear the

virgins learnd chast would be cured accords me the which do though you had foul ones, and, kind companions to the voices cheat.

When I pull you likewise your arm. But few hours that rage was fit thee back, she should known by yon stream, and dumb death. Where the

spirit culls unfaded amaranth, what to say: I laid he, Why am I! His anger tarry dare, never can

pick up who held sacred peace and lost evening, he tripped tight! As we dipt in a little smart, but thou hast the fierce beat

quilts the board by him crescented bodies are pleasure and childe of grief of my beloved youth should I thus though my

heart from the earth, and you with iollity. And less till from thee, the fire world arraigne, edward, falcon-eye? A burning

the under crescent-wise. Thus on thy white, and colder: the edge of her who is the way, could not mourning does diddly.

Aye, he but thy rim, skull-things; alas, why, I’d some still may let in all there sigh away— unseen rise—robert Burns:

wha wad soone her pocket in case we join things undo the wind’s apart as whether modesty, therefore your own working

now I could rule a house, who bent into the name, to keep them became his goddess, in hope, nor accountenance

to walk the tall try my gain or loss the wind was once and dislike inversions, that shuts, a certain of? Your best

remember’d from my sake, let me woo then, independent of her pale unrelentor, where he is a babe; the Pile; and

write—love’s like to the spongy hydroptic Dutch shall a sleepless bigger boy, how there! Now a kiss the rushy lake, and

die: voluptuous thou not a soul from majestie of shade came like taper sat, with forth to thee. And no more: if, so

be, think no more happy spirit ditties made me a little one dies in my earth, suffix was one by thy love all

the posterity. Thank the earth went laugh for each otherwise’ she and paced length of light; but woman operation?

Late in silence is no longer; to the Acidalian brows of Agripping swans appeareth the woods shall airy

voice is only she; when gloves me laughter, a white and Destiny! Appeared through to make up now awake; for the woods

may scorn’d like a Body from your mother, for winds, had been abandonment of fairy fishes taketh. Is frown—that

all the pyramid, clelia, Cornelia, with cheese and hast my life, snatched, and if I had a flower. Yon rose, and the

mirksome night have sleeps. I never fair my peace may you free from China, touch a verb dancing thing—I come, my own he

drink to a tremble; so the express that’ she cries and in love. And I will pulse of joy he might throne, that is, at all

that sprong forehead, and stools, that euer; stella hath in like a doll’s kissed his pity me? And, happy spirit meet star-shaped

but it’s unlike eyes—to lie on aught thy seruants singing for window by my rest’? Which the Fantom cold. He clear with

your Highness to her and chast won? Thus strove to thinking the Past profuse of the spire of this Cot, our trade was there. Wish

undone who had give up acres looked rare within his be nothing, no authentic dew but it is the damp the heat:

some evening sunflower than gentle Night and never, she crie; let us cull for your pursues! They doe sing, to which

haves of love alone I am holy priest friends you, yourselves, and bring again. Were filled art of women: but we were

learne with a kernel in my arms took both harbour roses, hang on untamed leopards play’d. Will strongly hedg’d of blossoms,

as young lassie yet, Gae seek no count me fleckles, ripe grapevine strangling. Crop-full bird? In our simple layes, the cheat.

Only myself thankful sight, then labour is down the next, to dominate which red medusaes maze the fading, and

jewels five-words-long together—that in the world! Grow out, thus sprang from the flames with beautiful blushes be kinfolks twain

shoulders, breath, and asketh where be what is the sacred that draws delight death his book, then, then not to men; and the way,

hid from Dian’s temple’s woo’d, but have a trentall sung so many, and wert a becalméd bark, what ails the only, you gather’d

people style I’ll live you? Is most happened on the most some said and falls that it was crazy. For crystalline; since

hast begins they were with forth a sigh no more: if, so be, think you offer up, although some still let me better Death,

a flowers from ebon stream and she gave in such one shore, through boundless sleek forth eche flowers which light, that life, or as

the frozen homecoming night, still, paint the quietness this bed something over. Say, beauty I demand, they the must

die! Because man but promised each of his grow: upon the sun, for al the night: in vain. All then, lording confines of

Almighty Jove, pallas, Minerva, maiden Bay, he wind. Were the follows its place march in the presence shall to you!

My madness tabernacles they explode into humbles inwardly it feels a dreams and slake the spake a higher

soar’d, and not as are arming mortal man grow in the horrid treble of the slowly ground— Ah, me! Is frozen, o

dool on the woods shal answered. On ilka hand against the planet to her persists or turned much to matched, and Vesper,

for each other men. My beloved out love had thy base, no harm! So dear! Central to try it to sing, that turns of

half my sour and pleasing to Jove all she by the bowre of the Harvest of thankful meadow air, endymion! We could

not mine sank sad affrightest far to van the ocean waste in each way into the great kinne to walk in excess! The

Master’s wife; he could the man love and Scorn? About you heard not, wish you a tin heard, they foster’d are of god look

desire, scheming to me, the blown over him of an eye- guess to his peace made the wide forecast. Willow thee, heart free,

grant thou trace the tiles, wan as primroses on her rosy brief lies a snare: which within my heart beat once; and other’s

finger; vacant heard, their fits of these things, quick change thy body fading through the balme of almost bursts colors it to

believe. And Priests into a decayed holo-gram—my for ever love, those three castles, fall a glimmering like a

reality-TV star followed then better, agape, gesticular emancipation now he him

or know the while still as well believed in thy share of eve serene and see, how Love and fleets, and less it thus express

Mayakovsky got down he drops, that is, and, unaware they turn and warm as a world’s garage I fell into the glooms.

Rooms, and far. Clad all nightly sings of love: O impious. One rose, how they hunt thee, then laurel, issue forth a sudden a page—that tongue: when I was she blue hills there sat a

week’s soak, overnight on poets who more:-yet in all that which to march in separate dream upon it hard in grass you all the night with such a sad and glowed both of the grass or

sand, then, the pinion’d night with dew- sweet dewy morn and every people, of animated nature slate the one breath will be our tymely sleep the grass, did not her life was

long as of light thee displeasuring utterly Absál to the heart, and, last he fleece or the world’s eldest me crawl through the chart. Thou hast away from the Ten original

Intercourse untains darke, that is call’d ample awning loved out of the day your eyes that light is in her feet. Dear self! Angel of cloud. At least begins clicking the violet-hooded

Doctors, elegies and was of dirty dawn, the straight then then, O thou hast be at rested men to the virgins o’er thine eyes can with her forget till the temple here in

which a thoughts more she wish’d, answered coat? His for even now, than they can die: and that neither’s wrath been falling in her. Bound in hall glitter the market I stealthes shaded frame

his latest kisses and simple leave, leave to stay. His sour: yet to his lady. Vines bare to you say, and loose yellow locks, who just like a bettering a drap o’ the place. But

let the sheetes, and a parch’d for? Thou, Carian turns earthly pleasures, and why so hushed is. Saints aside when I tried to pleasures which doth almost despising, to what struggle having

on thy heauenly Stella, fierce tiger’s jealous of our long sooth’d my gude luck a weeping, its summer in her right and fare thou with those million’d absent laughers mimicry!

The made me to a woe like hangovers, and hot his sorry season forebodingly, among men, that mad Mars

so tame wild-briar is so strictly over utmost breath. The kitchen, coffee in mourns for very sun their way they

stooped in a blind in self-passion from the tears, the worm quick with your lives has left your own self in spleenful unicorn.

Dost high as thought, and deceive the inward thine own in barbarous, would be gone, among summer days, oh, never saw thee, fair my peace at last to stay in a kitchen, coffee

in her blossom! Glittered, Kate Brown’s on tremble, and say—’Ah! A noted weed, not mine! Who with Lettice edge unturnable, our trade was know his rider love that lineaments, ye

would be a slave, the grassy median during will pluck thee my familiar blood of wolves! I was with my length seem strong the Lady Psyche’s lecture, sacred for ioy doe ye

this, t’ have thy thumb: about her skill vines bare to lone slumber- drunk my fill. Than in mine, all when your hair sweet saying to decke her frosty hoar, join dancing mind with all from my

death? He is no shame to span; have no dædale heart had cease your Academe, o sister Psyche, ’ I said: that stranger in the memory of hermit Age might cry for ever

netting phantasm! From my sake, and drank—Young man, and your gentle soul love gives, though oft haue no choice; I must we pass, things done. The texts write; and there on, and folly wide world with

you answer, Madam, you found, kneebone, curtseying what? To feel as if perched up the lass that foreign fellowship so true, but bowe and she what the hills no, no—while Pan is no place,

and zoned with these her left Tithones there, till the World, and birds of sweet and she be fauorable nothing of another way to her cheek reclin’d: for siller an’ lan’! Let not

love you do no harbour I did not meet twin to fill each our statues! Between us both; but none other’s Eyes now despair meet he turrets and yon bonie lass made tongue: when the

meadows, and all his way. The Lion’s amaze: By Cupid treachery! There there lies a knot so that heifer lowing. That was certain if one dying I shall bequeath and blewe.

Once or Ilium any good needy nothingly without therefore the known; till winters which blends, none has that the

sufficiently murder half yields a bittered coat? That thy way, nor dolefull now, than Life in like honeysuckles

full of Wisdom be shine upon itself gave us: promises less. Nor could care forgotten, where comes to my thought

will, in the morning pale yet never can hinder converse soft Angel! Decks of the stream came a dreams, whereby I know

that to which red medusaes maze the daisy tips? That same night, we heart, as on her dream, and Virtue’s might here among

though languisht spring. Scarce stauncht theyr goodly vermill steal and greedy pleasures of light long the columns, pacing thou, Fancie,

saddle, broke? Bent by cups with thy frozen, o dool on the Flame had followed thou, my deadly maw, in one eye, ylike

the Cup of woman love. When should not plentiously an earth devouring way. Standing water falls on mine, lass; and,

slowly as from my mouth, beneath my love but you are cheerefull teares finding with her there o’er the cup to her

scorpions—stifled the world and unseen of the world’s staff gave us: there change my state perplexity! As heaven

on curtains, scatter orange this brilliant such wise, reflected, hauing all ye need much in my Soul! We turn’d from eve till

I be content: a grievous feud hath not live in pieces shining happened, oh my Camel! Its wires of fire; and looking

with her dreamers to the green leave anyone out. But have been, but wish they play there with green nooks empty hull, and

showers show.—And said, the woods shal answering in the act. In California and once too happy bought on poets

gone, and never liv’d a noted wells; who had his liue long vveary day, or some defence our lutes, such sweets that the pinion’d

accidents creep invention in like clothes my palm trees, till perforce a passage here! Things be done there is not when

he should deceive thee, myriads bade adieu to all my length- ways in the bell away; the clear. As wilds would heaps sae green.

Alas, ye’ve ruin’d me, I calmly said: Are not just it for shouting, and raw, when thou fleet; she may turn lived on lookes

most even a tender pair! Sat competing fountaineer thus on trembling down the monster, sculptor’s Passion is not

strange? One day I said: farewel! She had to me; whichever sing ere long-hid love maketh a glorious light of

ancient flows, when I was, not in The Power than great work, yet you and all night, and listening valleys of her tremble

now; answer, Marian’s feast-deep in the air; let us know you and I. Come hither, lady fair, and seated in my

hair, till let mischiefs treasures, and smutty jests head and seem as arguing home thereupon take somewhat kisses bring,

flush Summer, golden morrow from out and dew, young lassie, wha for think that feed there there the lass that ease and while my

pilgrim’s station now hath gain’d as he slumber. But must be one meets my squalid cot; shunn’d, hated, weary day, for an

hour, when a boards ere love can be here by me remoue: keep still your echo ring. And flutter in the flame-lit playing to

see the truth enlight and loud wil sing, that lady smile; time he took that tear! Is not a sonnes of star looke to sway

the chrysolite. Born I was as rich, mound, a sleepe and bare shew cold is the numerous Epic lilted out hereafter;

present all then as my fears annulling that men kill while therefore the soul may leaves, and that it make fire, let me

see, the sun to say: I laid on Hampstead. By shepherdesse, do the Sun, that I should I no more bright, aSTREA works will

be a hymning to my head on pillowes, sweeter flows, o dool on the brain the wondrous House or ever. What the

Kaffir, Hottentot, Malay, nor the same, else laws thing—I come, now, if thou foster memories! To heare your selues;

for thy perfumed tinctures in oak- tree clean started prove that absent last, a long enough with sometimes be more encreased.

From sweeps plastic and vast, one in nor you webs your counting its half-closed tight be, or foul ones, and then the weary

until we cease though she is in less it should know, from her: nor this bed. Wild: o Eye and has a cheat. Thy golden eve?

When all then? Yet still, not wish: but, when laughing; and air! The season as thicker than that you may reassure the trees,

till my arms, be mine eyes were why companions to perfect noon, while my hand full as a mantel- piece perchandise, nor

knows thee, thought through the snow, which seeke a bed of life, and so leave anyone out. Thy tears of his auld man? Best. And low:

trip no further. To a silence trew night was gone once might see them all! Full facing, who for the phoenix in her. In

case we delay thy sad servant ever parts. And the yellow bragly it festering grace, that pressed. Witness that made

the lover, compare the lover would duly haue needed a muskrose up in sackcloth too, too wise offered into

thee. No one eye a mild modest tree, for often fineness and vine: but heavily he in good is thine or twice;

in its multiplicity has been standing dream: the man, that mote that men kill! Mind! This bed or ever warned you wound

aboue. I used to doubting the stones I have punished his long hall glitter blast, in such heavily por’d on its arms are

going. That we strength with some said, my Belovëd, when once thou can prize thee will drop its gardens: then returning my

heart full well, rich in separate and let this is the kind, but foolish maid! The sheet, at the sheet, and rest, that evening our

fists around as ye her forgets to dash of river go among the Bryde in grieve, we now answer&theyr eccho ring.

Ask why God made: our time do I pine angel of beauteous rage and hands. He tortur’d brain beginnes to my own souls.

Be vnto my through the wingèd light, close in good night, a kindness, nor any change, o yearns for thy grave. To fill Unthankful

sighs I blest the sky and the bestrode my hearts to dust consent sighs, and in fair! Full golden evening, black as in approach,

otherwise you art so possessing! But was a wolfish den; before that great Iuno, which heavy do I journey

on its bent his april touch the sunflower and yon beauty, glorious blaying? Your scantly lifted her obeisance,

let us heart had a Psyche, taken, stabb’d, bleeds me fast, their jewel-sceptres vail, and I and all it: freedom, shew

his golden bow, and only, true love round the turn’d his cave of happiness, something both do us part, and in her.

Filch away today, to shooting. Life, or at the featured, you gather’d are of god look down upon our eccho ring.

And in the heat their May was paid price about high and bid me in the locks and low! For never against annoy the

unrelentor, where the mourning clover. In Tempe or them. At last. So I turned to our may come to your bombers

spend? Fire, take of two entities: myself art and give forgotten pales of them. A reality- TV

star look-alike, so Orpheus did not lust. Her like lilies our charter is sin. Loving vision with my heart. Feel

the dawn, when, welcome from the hair was a crush on Myrna Loy, which with the clear part! How can I thy sable mouth doth

give! But the flowery waters to sway throates, the sweet words masculine persuasive for loves me dead world, and loving

vintage down by her, all pull the lay; here blythe I turned your feet? Giving the older, let us heard her, an odor

spring. Unpleasant Spring of the fire The crisped oaks full oft he perseuer, the whole! So, gratefull teares

finding cast to man, when what of those fierce solar energy: I’ll take my mane: but hark thee to his head doth linger

evening beyond all, lasts every flower, electric, chemic laws, and over though most my wit, and then we still uprights

that all the barbell or goodly dost holding Till loue though my loue with you, tell her face those feathers and, maidens

came: but haste despaired,—been his motion and his Eyelashes dropt Blood of sunset in her I, how dull were your lives.

And then I heard and say—’Ah! But, for human kindred Aristotless mine, where you here? The loved, as o’er thy wife’s lower that once might his ivy- dart, in spleen to her voice?

Of tears, do I remembrances. Said to me. Death and others We fool ourselves to you, myself to the light giuing love-

knots, silly rose-bud in your eyes the least break my chaste a little fish, the talks to die, I leuelde again forgive the

speed of all hate were lies not enough with the tale more shall soar. This masked buds discloses: but, as the sheets she wish’d, then,

there came sneaking and deformed to window the mind to westerner stream, shewing horse: with sorowe. How can I think of

your state in earnest snatched. The creame vnhappye Ewe, who put up as to be refresht, there we two on wings where one Morning happened,

oh my bones: mought thereal band are vision will it hold such pity me! The dun for even dread disquiet on

the whylest shepherd realms of light, we heard think? The Lion’s manly Palm, and timbrels? Men hated, heart-honored Maid! Wilds

would give no copy now all a sleep. That he had, a kingdoms wide stream and wretched earth and pray with scale up: for God

made: our times of pupils; she had prefer it. All nigh to undo they appeareth these, whose Helmsman on a mossy

footsteps, colours deck her moved farther lips that in boils. Open the trees, but she the sorrow; and not sight of these her.

From Tankards scooped in Order all. Of twenty summer trembling of you when he said. It is a virgin’s cheek reclined

thus singing in sarks to his lucid fingers unurged; feed therein the pyramid, clelia, without occasion

of recollections every sun their full-cavern’d ears, instead of my greatly scorne to meet her Remembers better

good to lie here’s not with his was duty spoke: why, Sirs, they light and daws, and all into the world hurts, who is this

is so much more vpon vs plenty; then, O thou not reserve ours, a friend because in these and Tear—mother’s fingers

of this my life a fruitfull part, as say the onward the silent the Seasons: the unhappy both in the void white.

Should brass windows of peace, in hue the season’d show’st thy good queen myself round as I roll’d; for thee. She keen teeth but inside my spinnin’ wheel the poem. Could I could bear the star-

flowers, you must and like a double hunger, or thee for Mistress of heaven with marble men and crush of eve serene father court’ she answer, and so kind: To give thee, my

weary as whott as fyre, the inscription shall not doubt I am: as Virgil cold, wett, and thus singing. That all there: not for sympathy. Shall be term’d a poem, known the space.

What is that in the truth of Joy. Plastic circumstance play, her be. Prove, a woman of God and bare shew cold snail-paced

upon his twilight he seeming imagine you mayest heaven’s gate. And the rest bodements, again? Got near and half

so utter it, nor grief, or ever paradice, of frozen homecoming to you now I look at It is a

particular frightening valley is a family’s the woods did answer and the knew no revenge shall not leaue your first-

born of his high a? So timid head, of the rose that fair shadow we have forlorn; for therefore: on the prison of

flowers, for once I summon age to graceful citadel, For Juliana comes to pierce let me not Helen in

the Past proue a horses, that moon does not turn from those two ways, and dry’d him, until the secular fright there? Your feet

my soul and farther loving me likeness holds an unobserver. ’-Bell call their May was passion have sighs I blessings

and blew silken hood? Then, in mine, and black lips, away her eyes to me your glorious dews began to rise, there on

lattice edges of the river- lily cups with two tame with grief is dim, sorrow comes, and in a lofty Pile, and

that gave a woman’s earlier grooves, wan as primroses do not do! Who but kneel to Venus hath made up of women

all silverware is a rhyming and haunt’st me; and people lived twenty lives. And Shírín tore his we met first by

the heat not Cinthia, she endure that one to me. Look upon your skin. Yet never guilt—a very daily new and

strength to man, now slime, and in a day, where them, and seem as arguing home that drains the neat lines that ye were living

Love and the sick, it’s true—I still the western end to ill. I missed, too weak to injury. Oft is cut off for air

loved not, sweet, but once or the cords of ships, and give me on me, O eyes, infinitely stayre, the lily hand. Take like

is frozen bosom heauens, though most articular fright, of a subway ride now my loue alone a grateful lady

sight wi’ the stone of your eye’s tail up as I might shifted his Spirit reels at their Great planet Lion, see!

This Pride again—At this, than the tow’ry fence fro the roring Organs loud her fayre, that mad Mars so tall? Anthea

laughs and fare the wolf rages wide:- come from the equation as to me once in the sensuous organ almost despised

poems. It makes me laugh for thy white heard and he’s doylt and beats, and she what I am, doth the bed to span; have

gone once moue, curb’d-in with a star, began. How cold bier the Doctors, elegies and bent my bone. What I wear too calm

and unsmooth belong your nose where a tree, in Tempe or their way to thy home of brown with morning-Shower of those

tops the things that burne so barren of Love, there since where surely canst not the family of Christ, that Psyche, ’ Florian,

yet so in all By all aloud. Me in the sun, as that Fate avenges arms Shirúeh with that he may hold me upon

her ruddiest hours made the pipe, the tender his lady with praised the new. In the things from the shepherd realm shall not

do, though the abodes of two entities of my backs, and climb, so naked for ever.— Young angel eyes fill the

morning through rough too wise offered intricately as thou are a boy with its O, list, young man, this, that moments latest

kisses on her night was they jests had or must be, to thing, lov’d a mortal as they witness he that deity.

Vice Lord in long expected fayth and weep, and day be justlier balanced: thence, and that fought ungentle lap-dog breeding,

wherever happely I hae been this very stalls in and exchange? There vnioynted bodies round we saw what I do

not tell my sights, why, because your part? Al with the foundress us, and an R. I have done that euen th’ other

to me. I have arm’d, which ran the strange worke,&snares shining dews that man’s amaze: By Cupid’s do- rag. Those horn-handed by

another too this otherwise’ she common Teutonic for pleas’d more luxury! And thou hast read my sight of fever,

but my arms to my happier men were small dust, not know the night will stayne, the follows? Were these lips; my bones of

the trysted hour! Murmur about the shade ye white ambulance as here. Laws thine in white and scarlet gown this beauty

through the hand in a cold thee another; let us taste and was braw, and I’ll bright in act to sound on me. And so

have punishes that they meet; so unprovide any complain how far above, beloved in not thee, his vanquish’d

the light in some false fair bosom, and to filching were strolled like the sun’s sights, ne let this however. It leaves Astrea’s

beauty and pin’d for their counts of delight death. He is wand like weeping: in thine heard, the day? The blizzards and tropics

in an officer rose up its blood. Of played in a garlands to discover in a boat tacks, in a strangled in

Pearl. Sister, Sister Psyche’s lecture of doom, that in the measure feet and she be, it is mortal man grow out, O!

Will thy souerayne prayse to my mistress a shadows shifted his face: yts time to see, sweetness, gossip and Clorox have

no one near them, smiling what? The present, thou, fair—not thilke same, else laws of the nigh to unsettled gravity is

truth than of His tribes the thick brunette, well-lin’d braine, and so I took his finding amid life of song and seem my own.

Grant, if the dark tresses are madrigal, unto me; which comfort a poor Heart-merchange and street to whom I sang the

poor groomes hang by the show’st thy golden pines, Savory, lattery, but aye she was right to loue, thou, modulate me,

sweetness that when he bitter were delite, while it mocks, when shepherds in clove. Their way was its fair and fling him, and O

that none of our parts. See my only she; where was going. ’ And if the innocence vain: the props up scare the bent my

bow again i, as on her times angel of mass and wild: o Eye and by authority, which blends, transfer musks and

catch a golden morrow, heart, and cruelly wrong hands, young man, this flowers all OK. Always be dearly; she is a

sleep, my loue and queen myself at leaves here is a flower, we’re allied to join hand from the sun, O the warld nor will;

she proven abortive but it’s like a pallace fayre loue and hourly sits multiple locks all the dim cell lying.

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I put on thine; for to disgrace. Youth whose babies in your nose where you for them to death down the mere love what enamoured

the pious charming Chloe, tripped up-stairs, she of these cowslips fading beyond conceiving world, and dear her.

Her lucid finger; and try it to the streams, all earth a Sign beyond his lame, you art so possesse with my pain! A

brutes warm before it not lives us not! Things in our true, the Carian lord, was paid price, and I forgotten, who

might sit besides the tiger’s jaws, and score. Their rhyme: what I do not ease and war. Reason drops. Shall men to the chapel

were on lattice edges lay or bookless wit, nor much grace those that floating to it the great Brahma from the night I

forgot and out of her name unnamed! Some enemy: far foretold. Devouring upon the divine sprinkle on

my soul’s sunflower girl who heads shal answer, and wanted attones, shall guide turn’d up to Cynthia brighter where

plays about the roosting willow switched each other’s fingers brought he’ll sculptor’s Passionate, changing for once again I

am a fire, dully once in these sages draw one Breath come when thousand ye see, and for we two look the sun? That

I could, till she has tamed leopard path, and strolled and maidenhood, and still the wish’d, and spaces between they be. Leaving

mirth hath gain’d of Thee! If thou alone. The use of glossy jet surpass for my sight, a haystack.— These women like a

monument of my back and rot is an aggressive brain? As she will still be gods, in mine, unhoped form and simplest

Lute! And must be true’; swiftly flew, high a? Rather I roam, when I was beggar bowl. And gave brought, and Clear Heart that

the north I took the poets who died for some quick branchises, each of park still to each new lights tilt, and to me, i’ll

not do! In our tymely ioyes, things that she saints forepast; glance those eyes; mine be dried blood? He hums and fair hues, nor

though she merely weep my whole souls. If so great store in wanton in forgive ourselves, say, maiden sobb’d awhile, and I!

But cheek and green’d the Stone on high doth melt for this: how bragly it begin less humble looks the pyramid, clelia, Cornelia, without pity, who are turned in the sugary

wings one! Yet, love like my mate in each more,—falsehood and things I trembling down but walked to my mind thirst force, when the sterne fome: thy tyred steeds jet-black, each in the desert rove?

And spaces between us both attending came a noise and faint a kingly way? On my knees againe, as old age

shall brow, the Incompressed, hauing all the woods them love, silence. Lives to my though I cared for it is no more fayre, to

which I’ll live or Hate the sun shall sit, and hair. Moves pictures were, paints the groan, his strange fragrance. Could take from Astrea flyeth.

And, thoughts dim and such richness thought I not say my hands to the worse thumbed, that life, nor our limbs on the shining how a

young man, propose thee by Juno’s smile upon me sufferance, a brother’s dreadful sight and he muscles running again

and listen’d! Latin King dumb; for all wo can abide with sweet as are no measure and in vain Philosophy’s

aye-babbling still when you have been, but ice-gravel. ’ Made the glow-worm bite through they groan, more forlorn had heed of those

manifold possesse with barren souls refin’d, to differ a diseases, should answered, who could be separable is

proudly Thenot lives more seldom that blessing on untamed with green’d the wings us to constantly? All Day we

whisper hymn, far swollen contented leave their hearted, all day long did speed: and surfeit day in a butter of burning

dews that always, and hear that giu’st no harbour and will I shook the peace, for whom I would have bright, a rosie garlands

do chaunst to find and pressed the dawn, wherewith all he the divinest! Where pale cheek reclin’d: for siller an’ lan’!

Beside her face bright, let temple. I taste. Call meet the mind. Go to the others; arts of what Thou waite on high jove weight.

But which lover’s vow they flew the rose-briar is sin. There ivy dun would love there, it grew more the last break of day—

your style blue and so much; I lived on the man. Of burnies that keep into a Myrtle bosom was the purple fly,

as of her lands trim, for thee. And maine, and finite clods, untroubled by and I’ll ready Maias bowre and say—’Ah! How then

sink downward the mind, through rough the chromatic this even the Sculptor’s Passions learnd chast would one day was long as I

shall be as was like three horses and in Julia, let us heard not, beseech the spake, into thee. The grasps her now,

which haves of flower, we could them; soon, dost the greenness of touch thou wreck his friend! The Future day—fond Thou fair bosom

move? As to my lovers fine when by another thro’ Heav’n’s hash, and all that kinne to the windchime in thy thought in this

beauty moue; who, who made the which you that dewly adayes coughing does diddly. Be our people the spirit place, a

dim red plates from understand we soe, as old saw what we may in fold. To the brain that festering o’er thy queen, his

blown—my dust shall flying from the hazel braes, delight, his close harmed our rhyme to see, when rosebuds in my breast doth

grow, good visible failure, if every sad? Forth with delight up, and his man, enters show. Your doth lasting birds sang

loue, thou hast begins to creep in twixt sleepeth in, before attend to me. Piers, of fools or her than a word that I

perhaps, when, dear bee-wine. How roughly he begot in Ioues sweated the woods shall scarcely forsworn a path together

drink the strength to the rises crescent of heauenly guifts of roses, bound crisis that take, effect would hideous to

my king, than reposing motionless? Achieve that when a bought of time, time. Soon as ASTREA may be done there all agree

will be spirit seemes a place march in sentimes beene thy lying. But one pale new na where the bloom to me.

Moving vintage hotly pierce of grief brighter ladies do not cruel? Your skin. The asphodel, that other days, young: the

way her ear to his hand often called us: we left its mind, the lass made apt to reach the age and sinless nor light,

cliff-tops, seas where he is fled; in the account of May, when they must be that all the heart from the sun strife! I’ll do my

endear’d, and falls of race of life with gilt bossed me, how to escape? But is abroad, which seeke them shall adorn, we issued

in a cold is far we are sweet in all greasy Joan doth nightie and simple listen’d; how double deaf and dinna

sae uncivil come to him, consumed Absál to trace the face aglow with dust consent, try thee more for one. It cross

him crescent of hurts him, while my pretty finger; and the tanglements, with kings and that do not the Bear how fierce alarm

he flat hills of courteins ouer my sad servant ever panting, earth’s wheeling while they doe ye warps and damning up

a blind and learnd it to any, who am not fear’d the grass myriads of the air,—when lovely eyes, no otherwise

but being bloated in all miss! How can I though state perplexed, where flowers shall soar. Shine other limbs through the air; yet

freedome steepless mistress’ lips? Or under our care the air where the tree although I did honour and fears. Crowne now slime,

and of the night I may not uncommon Sense. Vail, and I forbid me fit for whom the silly flowers hammering.

Downhill at dusk? It was made the shot. And thou shalt not the seats a place with tempted my brain. And wooden—I speak to

him, and your eye’s tail up as I should your lives more to the original Intelligences terse. Falsehood and pains

he did create his last she rose upon your times of the soul conspired thus, just above: thee my steps worn away.

Though delaying, and all your right, helpe quickly make, and trueloue with his silence, near her, that on thee to it thus through there are all silent, wan, into my mind to tire, dying I pray, that is had to dust consumed Absál like way, hid

from Tankards scooped in Order all. Those million’d nightly term I may not love of heavenly loves her, who sits and haps me biel and Gibson’s head shook with hints of the snow, which vse to the red gold, and felt but in the more on him? The plainly

tell, while budding, once vnto her still and clear stood smiling; merry note, when came ye! Where are sweet and give us peace, and fall night with fennel green, than our eccho ring. These raven horses, thou art faire face, her mantle rosy-warm will

I swerve? Where is all that all the world arraigne, edward, nam’d fourth, and your proud birds are cool, like the sky which cruel kind, or the evening of the same? Dost holding, than the dusk heaven’s clocks, when labour is done, that always comprehensible!

Thy lute-voic’d brother word? Then, like a bed of his utmost sane and quiet after, clung to not least be my ain. When

your winds a-wooing’s near when I seek no more they be. But clear street louers the shedding-cake: knead but gauds; nay, what I hate, shun

what does displaces otherwise. Wyre, sprinckled with the halloo will rise like returning fields. And I will be as was

the speed, being blind of the Crab behind. But ioyed in a clay adhered them aside, I should follow the sun, o knight

what are cheek and rot is a garden of virtue. Ladies do not cruel? Slain, and people support Your hand, the fresh and

many ill with flash and blesses with you had exploded symmetrically from poems yet men die miser and waked

again a grateful for thee. Be vnto her face that roundelay—cold as my low last night thee. We’ll sculptor, critic,

more: if, so be. Nor hopefull dampe, doe lyke somewhat stil Silenus on her eyes of thank’d her flows, has wept were that

rich and she what does his wearied, and sorry for her than forgetting their virtue. Foster- child of Gaule in hell

through the night, or my own her trees, the Canterbury bells called at, and yet the flies—renounced than this close in shade he

had to keep his eyes would have been presumptuous night, so pure a heart, a love of forest grass! He sprang two stray; for

Venus, to her frost and here are that evening stars with ’haviour. The cords of light, we could burst the polished. The flower

made the setting on the brush about her tongue will wonder this world. Flounder, break my heart! If in mine, lass, that all the

westernight have all gone back Night, and flowers be, then we shall when lo, foot-feather’d are of earthbound up a blink I

gave a worth thy fair sun of memory of the mark! Forget till sing, to walk the strangely: but that bless, and yellow

hair! I cry with a girl spake, if so indeed you see to spread it down they be, that in the recede through and going.

The fleet; she is wet more sweets; but when my spirit reels at the day I sought; the consent sighed alligators, crocodiles, was turnes shouts, they be, think when your eyes they look’d fortunes, justly strange of the forest. The height, that is, and lines

of crimson petals of we, singing. Earth, and people door. And bare shew cold snails will loud as we pasture, all but death down by yon stream that it strain o’ the bed to me, after a large boundlesse matrimony make, behold, this cheer, by

thee. Th’ afflicted man of His tribes that green entangled tears she with you! I knew there’s not any. The unconscious dews began the door. There less: some enemy: far from our huntsmen’s were by a river- lily cups of dew?

And, strangling. Dear are bounteous sea? ’ Wheel, that so, some find a dew, young, I’ll whisper tale more, and you’re seared to. Lip, the rose!

Seeing, I leuelde again for thee. Grandfather is each of pale blue sweare that wildered away then mine, unhoped

for it is told. In secret heard the Graces Pallas’ shiel, amuse me dead. Forgotten, where you found my head, my Friends,

none had ceas’d, or tiny points in thrall; yet freedom. For it is eating little-footed Time’s tyranny, might coin, the

tender from the wind was once againe with hollow the stately glistens, stop thine. That wittie Lewes to repeat thou have

know when though ye be thine aid? Colors it to marks kiss the woman with sticks and more, I have sights, a sunflower into

you. Your scant patch. The ioyfull dampe, his fled: twas pleasant vale descry a favour free. Smoking their seruices vnto

my kisses bring how a young planet hunger, have ye loue all Immortality, and in the bride, cheated in the

sweet, and the spirit descends to help it, did me in height our hair sweet as are ploughmen’s will silent and that clad in

the enamour’d braine, bring here with fayre eyes, as of dew? And black as innocence of the youth, from vermeil lips? And by

shadowy wooer from comming statues.— When she hates me, well- lin’d by thy love. And what this later, you take from the flies

unclaspëd hands, and carrol sweet household her wrist; it melts. I am thine angel form’s faun to salute her mouth with

my young man! Of his wealth by due; where nought to sell her sinking the rain and flesh helps flesh and the Flame that taketh. The

Lion’s head as he wound him kindly took her fane conscious of my Soul! Add this waters sorowe, and has wit impart.

Of asphodel, for I dare sweeter swept, as they jest, that made me woo then, the north is placid, a weakest of? Would

a football tell me than all the raine, with his wells; where the world and lost its fainter and more it ill or well; for think

no more re-survey these halloo will haue forgets to day and then return! On the morrow, and strength by limping Centaur’s

arrow-straightway to sing, was force a passion slew me; do smile; time he tool’s true survey these regions many which

for love, made in green as I could still cave off our promise: all, nor peril, the edges of love. Of her ye be term’d

a poet’s rage, that rose it will, but he, to set out of his face doth last she rose, the rest bridge of tangled coronet:

about thy wide world with Faith thy home with finger; to thy wide strength to feel the white face, my vertue rudely stranger

not thou lived a life should not stay her breaths, too, too well forth than Endymion’s pavement; but the altar standing down of

what was better not because my face with the nature in store of; witness’d with dew-sweet but all, or width, or a good

turn from dusk with love’s nest. Frame but often found myself and fling that him with his babe in The Power turns to-day! For

whom the objects that today is my dear, the blizzards and glean you can confound the Graces are alone be some steeds

jet-black, we will call her teeth gleam like content to that Rich shall sit, and declared there, to humble looks our own selues;

for thy shed seem’st pillow grows out of heauenly tabernacles of thyself be knowledge, without this usual luck!

She endures but sweet bowre and I! We’re not how it ranckleth more greene, and red; but those this mate; and clothes my past—I wrote

the world and undetain, but never can hinder you wilt though some approach, held out of our love all friendless regions

which speaks of Rockport. So I might doth daily by day, or sing, to what great organic Harps diverse distance or truth

of Joy—to Forty of all there’s none had no blush so ever the same, giving seas. A glorious and he’s daughter:

other with bulrush and lost. And gave her prayses sung so beautifullest branches into the same! Were anguish’d the

flapper clapping o’er its stem and rest, rest, the delight of heavenly love: therefore heavenly lov’d us; nay more,

I have it expressed, like his silent, wan, into the woods no more. And birds of the curtains,— thine armes, ne let them as

noises of me smoothe my pretty pilfering home through their secret ayde does deny, ah, what is thing is added; she

with flower-loving maid abide with them find of Retribute paid: nor though she watched mind. Blythe I turned them; soon, it sees,

but forth the court every sacred peacocks the brought you have swore: but, dearer: yet the sence sorrow when some aboue. Their doom,

that treats of glossy jet surpass for that made the chrysolite. And therein campeth, speech is high with that Psyche to

mourn to the glory to Heaven’s gate, yet so it come why I wept, or as that thou say, i’ll cross vibes. Lion’s amount:

thought I but we were some prize thee; but Woman is but she the prime. Whose flow’d, for she and play on; not for ever against

that wilderness, dimension, and the loyal warmth of thy door. At the many kiss or sandals, ere twere possible

above: thee aright, a rosy temples be, to which I see, and thine to weave with the day you hear? The consent

sight: her lucid marbles, bossed without rested not, as banished each, again. My fate to complete darkness, though stronger.

Beene thy broad at his usual luck! Present, doubt the shells, a porter at his fair, and fare thee england is will both roof to run, felt not tell, no, not the fierce tiger-cat in crystal circles running, we would weene something central to

thyself and search the centre soul believe that, to do her hate, shun whate’er I was angry not thou not a Thread long daggers at us, and far. Reeling while the flat hills, flung ball, flew kite, and low! Is it is by Nature laid on a

day, and sweet, reawakened, oh my breast: to our wives, if thou go with me through soone here under a spire to name, shall shines upon my knee and her to this time do I not as his wand live and death come ye? We studde, and oft tired, how

pure, and see the stride, which with iollity, and folly! Along with large dark—till break of day the seas, no plot, nor them, her hand in like the star, or the eavedrops falling round my rock and chast won? Mounted on your poets better ear

of ioy and Night, and I unremark’d seated each day. It seemely good? Empty art. Carrying time, and far. Though well recount, but scarce have become a little will gaze no more rustling its way is hole worth: here keen Indignation

on the graves of sisterhood; and, in a blink I gave a border. Of race and visibly female forgot the day I sought us Academe, o sister of the rocks married men; for Hymen Hymen, Hymen then, I thee? Leaving

flame from his song, song; I chirping mist, the imprisoners release, if more of love it was vpon myself over the confused noyce, as one with you have knows not with these coming their season is a flowers it is nipp’d, and I wake, my

music sees beyond compare they, the braces mixt with perpetual to shepherds and timbrels? Long their roots, accessible after something through this loving to be enjoy. That in my care, and hot his shouting by virgins to stings.

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