"NEVER UNDERESTIMATE A DAUGHTER'S GRIEF.."
"IT CAN ACCOMPLISH MANY GREATER THINGS.."
"IT CAN BEND KINGDOM'S FROM THE INSIDE..."
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boun·ty
/ˈboun(t)ē/
noun
1. a sum paid to encourage trade.
"Calling him a bounty was her way of saying h...
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"THE LAST NIGHT IN KING'S LANDING.."
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Frowning at her failed attempt of stitching a dragon on her satchel, Mor'du nudges her side with his tail. Letting out a whine that sounds a little too much like a laugh, she turns her head shooting the dragon a sharp look. Letting out another whine, the dragon looks away from her, huffing once again as she shoots him a look. It was like he was silently judging her. Holding the needle between her teeth, she stares at the crappy dragon embroidery. It was shit. Complete and utter shit. Frowning at the sight of her poor work, Mor'du nudges her again with his tail, huffing loudly.
Was he..Was he mocking her? Taking the needle out of her mouth, she stabs it into the bag before crumbling it into a ball. Embroidery was a useless skill anyway! Reading, writing, sword fighting, and tending to wounds. Now, those were skills that any person should know! Those were important life skills! Not stupid embroidery and reciting crappy old poetry written by dead people! Throwing the bag away from her, Mor'du huffs loudly, flicking the bag away with his tail. It lands at the entrance of the dragon pits. Glaring at the sight of the bag, she was tempted to say Dracarys.
"I know that it's bad, Mor'du. But, I tried." She huffs, crossing her arms over her chest.
He huffs.
"Rude! There is no need to mock me for trying." She argues, "Most riders don't go this far for their dragon. Be grateful that I am!"
He whines, loud and high pitched.
"I don't have to spoil you, Mor'du. Remember that!" She huffs, shooting him a glare.
He squats her with his tail, dust filling the air.
"Oi!" She shouts, smacking his tail.
Flashing his teeth at her, she narrows her eyes at him, not scared in the slightest at the action. So far he had been nothing but a puppy dog. He wasn't actually going to hurt her, he was just being dramatic. Standing up from the ground, her legs crack and pop loudly as she stretches her aching muscles. Maybe she shouldn't have sat down for so long. Taking a step forward, he lets out the most adorable whine, blocking her path with his tail.
Chuckling at the action, she turns to him, holding her hand for him. Poor baby. Rubbing his nose against her hand, a chill goes down her spine at the feeling of his warm breath. She didn't think that she would ever get used to that. Purring loudly, the sound of shoes clicking against the floor pulls her out of her little trance. Looking through the cracks between his wings, she could see the dragonkeepers approaching them. A small herd of pigs behind them. Dinner.
"My Lady, your time is over." A dragonkeeper interrupts, pulling her from her moment.
"Okay." She nods, pouting slightly.
"I understand it's upsetting, but it is late." The dragonkeeper explains, "The King has also invited you to dine with them."
