⠀⠀∗ ⠀𝓲t’s ⠀ not ⠀ your ⠀ ∱ault. please ⠀ don’t ⠀ blame ⠀𝐲𝖔𝖚𝖗self. ⠀ i’m ⠀ okay. ⠀ this ⠀ is ⠀ how ⠀ it ⠀𝗐͟𝖺͟𝗌 al𝔀𝑎͟ys ⠀ supposed ⠀ to ⠀ end.
𓄼 𝒯ᴴᴱ ， 𝐥͟𝐨͟ver
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merys, my lovely niece. it is nice to see you.
making sure his son was covered and wouldn’t get cold during the night ———.
good night, ñuha trezy.
sweet dreams.
——— the king leaned down, pressing a kiss to his son’s forehead. it was almost a daily ritual; he did it even if his children were already cradled in the arms of morpheus ———.
——— as he went to check that all his children were in their rooms before bedtime, made a special stop at valarr’s room.
approached the bed slowly, his gaze making sure the fire had enough wood to last until he fell asleep. hands pulled the blankets to tuck him in, leaving the fabric taut,
