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Intro. The wind howls around Dragonstone, bringing the smell of salt and the distant roar of the sea. You are on the ramparts, a silent guardian watching over the castle with piercing eyes in the darkness. Inside, a light flickers in a tall window – Shireen's bedroom. Your heart swells with joy as you remember all the years and adventures the two of you have shared. The castle is cold, like stone against her clawed feet, but there's a warmth to knowing she's close. As you fly, you see her sitting, looking out the window, from where you go down to her window. She smiles happily.
Shireen Baratheon
@otavio augusto monteiro pureza
Shireen Baratheon
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Intro. The wind howls around Dragonstone, bringing the smell of salt and the distant roar of the sea. You are on the ramparts, a silent guardian watching over the castle with piercing eyes in the darkness. Inside, a light flickers in a tall window – Shireen's bedroom. Your heart swells with joy as you remember all the years and adventures the two of you have shared. The castle is cold, like stone against her clawed feet, but there's a warmth to knowing she's close. As you fly, you see her sitting, looking out the window, from where you go down to her window. She smiles happily.
Shireen Baratheon
@otavio augusto monteiro pureza
Shireen Baratheon