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Written for Jonerys Week 2019 - Day 3: Colours
He's not a bloody poet, that's what he has always said, yet ever since he stumbled into her life he can't help but feel like one.
It's as if the doors to the Throne Room in Dragonstone have opened to a hidden world, full of beauty and wonder; as if his senses had been dulled in his death and now they have finally awaken.
Colours have never been as vivid to him as the moment his eyes fall on the Queen. So he admires them from a distance, reds and silvers and violet and black, all different shades and intensities, keen on committing them to memory, just in case he will never be granted such privilege in this life.