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“Gods, Alicent,” Rhaenyra tossed back in response to a barely veiled insult. “The way you go on about my children’s colouring after we’ve been fucking! Would you rather them be red-headed, so you could imagine them yours?”
Rhaenyra had meant it as a jest, expecting Alicent to sputter furiously at her, enraged and gorgeous for it, but it wasn’t received as one. It struck a nerve. It gave Rhaenyra an idea.
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- Part 1 of all that we could do
Bookmarked by NABH3
02 Mar 2025
