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𝘖𝘯𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘭 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘸𝘰. 𝘚𝘪𝘭𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘝𝘪𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘳𝘶𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘳 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘯 𝘢𝘭𝘭. 𝘋𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘳𝘰𝘯. 𝘊𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘓𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘕𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ༄ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ"You are going? You're leaving me again? Do I not matter to you anymore?" Rhaenyra asks, staring at Aelanna, her Lanna, with unshead tears in her eyes, hoping that they tell what she wants to say, but cannot. ㅤ"You mean, everything, to me." Aelanna replies with a harden tone. She didn't want to believe that Rhaenyra really thought that, that she didn't matter to her. Not her. Not ever. ㅤ"Stay here, with me.." Rhaenyra begs with a quiet voice, trying one last time to change her cousin mind, but knowing already that is was going to be in vain. ㅤ"I must go, I'm going to give you the Iron Throne." Aelanna reaches her hand towards Rhaenyra's and holds them together, for awhile. Rhaenyra looks at their hands with a teary face and smoothes Lanna's hand with her thumb. ㅤ"..in another life, I would make you stay."
The Silver Prophecy
