"𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐃𝐚𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐋𝐚𝐞𝐧𝐚'𝐬 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐄𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐌𝐚𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐄𝐥𝐰𝐲𝐧. 𝐇𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐬, 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐄𝐯𝐚𝐞𝐧𝐲𝐫𝐚, 𝐚𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐬 𝐋𝐚𝐞𝐧𝐚 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐃𝐚𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧'𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐁𝐚𝐞𝐥𝐚 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐑𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐧𝐚. 𝐇𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐡 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐑𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐧𝐲𝐫𝐚'𝐬 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐃𝐚𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧'𝐬 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐝𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐬."

━━━ 𝐀𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐦𝐚𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐆𝐲𝐥𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐧, 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐞 & 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝, 𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐇𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐓𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐞𝐧 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐖𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐬

Caraxes and Vhagar spun around each other in the sky, dancers expertly twirling around one another in and out of the clouds.

The Blood Wyrm's squawkish call rang aloud with the laughter of the babe Evaenyra Targaryen. Vhagar's low guffaw joined the chorus and the shores of Driftmark and Spicetown passed below.

Laena Velaryon, newly married, held on to the handles of her dragon saddle with one hand, while the other cradled the babe that was snuggled into the swaddle around her chest.

It had taken some convincing, to let Daemon take Evaenyra up on Vhagar, since he usually only let her fly with him on Caraxes. But as the moons passed, Daemon observed more and more just how much his new wife doted upon his daughter. For the first time since Maester Elwyn, Daemon fully trusted another person with his daughter.

Vhagar dipped as the daunting stone mountains of Dragonstone approached, and Laena smiled down at Evaenyra. The babe had grown more hair in the last six moons, and if the silver gold locks she bore didn't already give away her Targaryen lineage, the babe's attitude when atop a dragon did.

When the pair first flew from King's Landing to Driftmark after the interrupted nuptials for Rhaenyra and Laenor, Laena had been horrified to see Daemon preparing to take the babe atop Caraxes. It took a fair few moments of convincing before Laena allowed him to take baby Evaenyra atop Caraxes. But by now the process was routine.

The dragons began to descend upon the Dragonmont, Caraxes pulling up at the last moment to give Laena the chance to dismount first. As she did so, taking extra care to make sure Evaenyra stayed safe and content in her sling, Daemon allowed himself the briefest of smiles as he watched from his spot on Caraxes.

Though Daemon and Laena were newlyweds, they seemed to settle into their routines with the ease of love matches that had been together for years. Once he was off of Caraxes, he first kissed Laena on the forehead, even after she scrunched up her face and murmured something about her smelling too much of dragon. Then he took Evaenyra into his arms, who had begun to squirm ever since Laena brought her off of Vhagar.

"My darling daughter seems only to cry these days when she is parted from a dragon," Daemon observed as the two began to descend from the Dragonmont into the halls of Dragonstone's castle.

"How young do you suppose she will claim a dragon of her own? Rhaenyra was only seven summers when she first rode Syrax, but that was her own hatchling," Laena mused out loud.

Daemon tried to not stiffen at the mention of Rhaenyra, but their recent news from King's Landing had made him on edge. With a quick shake of his head, he tried to expel his uncontrollable flurry of thoughts, all starting with the fact that Rhaenyra was with her first child.

"I'm sure she is alright, Daemon," Laena always seemed to catch when he was buried in his own head. That was the one part of married life Daemon perhaps enjoyed and loathed the most. To have a person accompany you in life, to know you sometimes better than you know yourself, it was exhausting and yet worth while. He'd never had that with Rhea, and as much as he tried to now at least remember her fondly for the sake of Evaenyra.

"I'm sure she is, your brother is an honorable man," Daemon didn't know if he was attempting to convince himself or attempting to put his wife at ease.

"He is," Laena assented, not quite meeting his eye, "And your brother, do you miss him as well?"

The question surprised Daemon, who'd never been very open about his complicated admiration for his older brother. But he shouldn't be surprised at this point, as Laena's ability to read him has been notable since the night they met.

"I suppose I do. His health is deteriorating and he has a blood-sucking cunt for a wife," Daemon's remark caused Laena to give him a pointed look, "My apologies, he has a blood-sucking cunt Queen for a wife."

"I know you do not like the Hightowers, but you know Otto Hightower put that girl in your brother's tracks. She is twenty summers and a mother, hardly the nefarious plotter you imagine in your mind," she prodded, her gentle tone curbing Daemon's blazing temper.

"Yes, and my brother was stupid enough to fall for it," he glanced down at the babe in his arms, who had calmed down considerably, in the last few moments. He would never let his daughter be that naive. He would make sure she understood the reality of the world so that nobody could ever hurt her so.

"And Otto Hightower has been removed as Hand, I'll remind you. He won't be able to plot nearly as well while he's stuck in Oldtown," Laena's amused tone brought out short and cynical laugh on Daemon's part, but her words struck deeper. It was obvious to anyone with an ounce of intelligence that Otto Hightower would love nothing more than for his grandson to take the throne over Rhaenyra. Are his plans now thwarted? Or will he only be able to plan better in secret?

"Stop worrying, my love," Laena reached and kissed Daemon's cheek, before nuzzling her finger on Evaenyra's cheek, "We are to depart Westeros soon and we will get a respite from the den of vipers."

The plan to leave had been one that Daemon both adored and resented. It was almost necessary if they ever wanted peace, as their union had angered many, especially Viserys. Coryls had supported the union, but the pair could not stay on Driftmark forever, shadowed by Rhaenys' watchful eye and Corlys' obsession with the Stepstones. Dragonstone gladly hosted the newlyweds, but it was not Daemon's seat, it was Rhaenyra's, and he knew the king would eventually ask them to leave.

But at the same time, why was he to leave? This country which his ancestors had conquered, with castles they had built? Vhagar and Caraxes could sure enough take them anywhere around the world, but being away from all that was Targaryen and dragon sent a pang to his heart. And his daughter would, at least in those early years, not truly understand where she came from, and what was destined to her, owed to her as Valyrian birthright.

"The Dragonkeepers believe Silverwing may soon lay another clutch of eggs, perhaps we should delay our departure until then. We could take one of the eggs for Evaenyra. Who knows when we will next visit Dragonstone again?" Daemon offered the idea and Laena thought for a moment then nodded.

"I believe that would be suitable. It also gives us time for your missives to return, to see which lords are willing to host us," Laena pointed out.

Daemon hummed in agreement, glancing back down at Evaenyra. Her soft violet eyes stared back up at him in something that he could only describe as curiosity, and he felt his heart soften for the millionth time since he'd met her.

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The first night they'd spent in Lys had been a relief.

Despite traveling on dragonback, the journey had taken an unseemly amount of time, especially with Evaenyra snuggled into the sling across Daemon's chest. Vhagar's big size had allowed them to bring adequate supplies with them, as well as a small warming chamber that held a metallic purple dragon's egg.

When they'd touched down on a small beach, it had only taken moments for the ships of Magister Vyrarro to appear over the horizon line.

The manor they'd set up for the visiting Targaryen royals was a palace in and of itself. It held the sun soaked charm of the Red Keep, without the stench and dirt. Blue green pools laid out around outline of the walls, with quick fish darting down the calm waters. The air smelled of tropical fruit and ginger, wafting through the air on the slight breeze.

Laena had gone about setting up their things in the nicest apartments in the manor, though Daemon wasn't sure how long they'd be staying. The views in Lys were undeniably gorgeous, but he wondered if a city like Pentos might be more politically advantageous for setting up his new family.

When Magister Vyrarro's missive had shown up at Dragonstone, Daemon was skeptical. He'd heard reliable information that told him Vyrarro was honorable to his Valyrian heritage, but was a risky trader in the silk business.

But now that they were here, Daemon was pleasantly surprised by the accommodations that had been laid out for them.

Evaenyra had been given a nursery for herself, but Laena and Daemon had insisted that at least for the first few days, her crib be placed in their chambers. Daemon did not want anybody he didn't know to care for his daughter.

To the surprise of Laena, Daemon had sent a missive to Runestone, requesting the presence of Maester Elwyn in Lys. Daemon had told her of the older man's help during Evaenyra's first month of life, but she had hardly expected him to trust him enough to join their household in Essos.

But until Elwyn's ship arrived in Lys, Evaenyra would be under the watchful eye of her father and stepmother.

The babe cooed in her crib while Laena stood alone in the chambers. Daemon had told her that he'd had urgent business with Magister Vyrarro but would be back before she was asleep.

It left Laena with her favorite person. She loved Daemon, and her family, of course she did. But Evaenyra was her darling.

It had only been six or so moons since their marriage, seven since Evaenyra's birth, but the girl had wormed her way into her heart in a way she didn't know was even possible. Over days spent on the balconies at Driftmark, admiring the salt of the sea, and nights burrowed near the fire in the sitting room at Dragonstone, Laena became a mother.

Evaenyra was not of her own blood, and it didn't matter, not at all.

Laena made her way to the crib that, running her fingers across the dark wood that had been sanded down. She leaned against the railing, lightly touching Evaenyra on the nose, causing the babe to giggle.

"My sweet girl, you are so loved," Laena moved to scoop the girl up in her arms, "And just know, that if you ever feel alone, you'll always have me."

She cuddled Evaenyra to her chest and began to hum the the melody Rhaenys used to sing to her when the storms became violent and harsh on High Tide.

The babe mumbled a gurgle of contentment and Laena settled into an ornate chair by the fire. She continued the song, sending haunting echoes through the high halls of Magister Vyrarro's manor.

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Three years later... 119 AC

"Princess Evaenyra, you will behave yourself or I will go get your father," Maester Elwyn stood on aging legs, clutching a stack of scrolls in his hands. He was no match for the the energetic young princess, and had decided long ago that he would not try to chase her.

Evaenyra's gold and red dress trailed behind her as she skipped throughout the drawing room. She held a blood red dragon figurine with a particularly long neck, and she held it in the air as she ran, emulating the flight patterns of her father's dragon.

"It's Car-a-ks!" She exclaimed, giggling as she waved her arm, sending the faux dragon into a loop.

Elwyn sighed and sat in one of the wooden chairs, "Darling, your father's dragon is named Caraxes," he made eye contact with the girl who stopped running and gave the old man a mischievous grin, "Can you repeat that for me?

"Caaaaa-raxx-eeeeees," Evaenyra sounded out, taking her time and testing the Valyrian syllables on her tongue.

"Nicely done, Princess," Elwyn smiled and motioned for Evaenyra to come to him. She did so, and jumped on his lap when he held out his arms. The aging Maester turned to the table and opened one of the scrolls, keeping one arm around Evaenyra's shoulders to keep her steady.

"I wanna fly," the girl spoke with such conviction that Elwyn let out a hearty chuckle.

"Darling, how about we make a deal? If you finish this lesson here, then I'll tell your father that you were the perfect student today, and perhaps either he or Lady Laena will take you out for a ride.

While it gave Elwyn a heart attack everytime the young girl did so, it had become commonplace for her to go on dragonrides with her father or stepmother often. Caraxes was fiercely protective of the young Targaryen princess, while Vhagar seemed to soften around her in a way she previously only did with her riders.

Evaenyra was only three summers old, but she still understood the disappointment and loneliness that could come with being a Targaryen without a dragon. Her metallic violet egg had never hatched, and despite keeping it on heat whenever their unit moved throughout Essos, it was likely it never would.

Daemon could've retrieved an additional egg from Dragonstone on his few but brief returns, but he knew that having the hatchling egg placed in the babe's cradle was a crucial part of the bonding process. But Evaenyra had such an appetite for flying, that Daemon and Laena hoped with a hopeful ferocity that she would bond with an adult dragon, some day.

But for now, the young girl was sated with going on rides with her father and stepmother. Sometimes, she would even be allowed to help train and feed her younger sister Baela's striped green hatchling that had been named Moondancer.

The birth of Baela, and then most recently Rhaena, had been a moment of pure joy for their entire family. Daemon supposed that more children could hardly be a bad thing after Evaenyra had made him so happy. What made him the happiest though, is that Laena still treated Evaenyra as one of her own. The rambunctious toddler was a doting older sister and Laena always made sure to give each of them the love and attention they needed.

The Princess Evaenyra seemed quite content with the deal Elwyn laid out before her though, and she settled into the plush velvet chair next to the old man. Humming a Lyseni song, her fingers traced along the scripts of old Valyrian characters, listening intently to Elwyn when he would remind her about conjugations and proper spelling.

For about half an hour, the pair focused on the scrolls studiously, but they were soon interrupted by the cries of a babe. Evaenyra jumped out of her chair, not minding the expensive furniture around her, and made a break for the door.

Elwyn might've scolded her again, but he didn't see much point in it. He was surprised she stayed focused for as long as she had, so he'd let her have her fun.

"Rhaena! Rhaena!"

Evaenyra called for her baby sister, finishing her dash and ending at the skirts of her stepmother, the Lady Laena. Rhaena lay in her mother's arms and the slightly older Baela was being carried upright by a nursemaid who followed behind Laena in suit. Evaenyra reached her arms up towards Rhaena, but Laena simply dodged the young girl's grasping and approached Elwyn.

"I don't want to even ask how far along she got in her studies today," Laena coyly smiled at the Maester.

While Daemon had first stricken up a friendship with Elwyn, he had become quite fond of Laena as well during his time in service to their branch of the Targaryen-Velaryon family. He had a twinkle in his eye and a small chortle came out before he responded, "My Lady, the young Princess was a perfectly behaved student today," he assured her, "We even studied some of the basic Targaryen genealogy."

Laena glanced at Evaenyra, who was still waiting with her arms out to Rhaena, bouncing on her toes. The toddler looked up into her stepmother's eyes, her blue Royce eyes, a smile forming on her face, "E-wyn said we could fly!"

Elwyn sighed and set down the parchment he'd been sorting through, Laena gave him a sly look and let out a laugh, "My Lady, I told her that if she sat through her lessons that you or Prince Daemon might possibly take her on a dragonride."

Evaenyra sheepishly hid her face in Laena's skirt of blue and gold, a blush creeping over her pale cheeks. Laena let out a chuckle and used the free hand that wasn't carrying baby Rhaena to lightly run her fingers through Evaenyra's pale white gold hair, soothing the girl's embarrassment.

The small girl peeked out from behind the fine silk, looking first at Laena and then at Elwyn, "Sorry mama."

Laena gave Elwyn a knowing look, and handed the baby over to the attending nursemaid. The woman had set Baela down on the broad wooden table, leaving her to fidget with a set of brass scales. The nursemaid took Rhaena, leaving Laena to kneel and gently take Evaenyra's shoulders.

"Of course we can go on a dragonride, sweet girl," Laena's voice was soft and soothing, and the toddler relaxed almost immediately, "But only if you paid attention in your studies today, like Maester Elwyn says." Her admonishment was hollow and lighthearted.

Evaenyra nodded immediately, "I learn new words!" The girl excitedly whispered, as if she and her stepmother were the only ones in the room.

Laena gave her an equally conspiratorial look and leaned her head in, "And what would those be?"

Clearing her throat and beginning for her impromptu exam, Evaenyra spoke, sounding out the words slowly as she went along, "Dah-reeee-ah, daria, which is queen and mooonyuh, muna, which is mama." She pointed at Laena when she gave the Valyrian word for mother.

In that moment, Laena felt as if her heart was melting. She quickly embraced the small girl in a hug, "Oh my darling tala," the girl nestled into her shoulder, "How about your sisters spend the rest of the day with your father, and you and I go out for a ride on Vhagar?"

Evaenyra gave Laena one last squeeze and excitedly pulled from the hug, wonder dancing in her eyes.

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Five years later... 124 ac

The bustling Pentoshi harbor was calming to eight year old Evaenyra Targaryen. From above she observed the merchants shouting out about their wares and the enchanting Red Priestesses gracing the streets. She imagined what might be on each ship that set down in the harbor, pretty silks, spices, perhaps chests of gold.

She sat in a high stone window sill, a secret tower she'd sought out in Prince Reggio's palace. She noticed that she could observe the town's going ons without anybody noticing her from her perch. Her father would often give her a knowing look when she'd come back from her hours in the tower. He knew she snuck off somewhere, but of course he'd never be able to find her. And he didn't particularly try to either, trusting his daughter knew how to be responsible in finding her solace.

He always knew she would come back because she simply couldn't go more than a day or two without being around a dragon.

Evaenyra lived and breathed dragons. She begged Daemon and Laena to go on rides with her constantly, and if they were busy attending to the Prince or her sisters, she would instead go and spend time with the dragons in the pit by herself. Baela's hatchling Moondancer had grown into an auspicious dragon, though she was not large enough to be ridden yet.

But since it wasn't her dragon, she was content to care for them in smaller ways. She knew that Vhagar preferred goats at feeding time and she would sneak into the market to buy some each day with her allowance. Caraxes liked to be around Evaenyra when he slept, and so each afternoon she would settle next to him, letting him wrap his long neck around her as she would read whatever ancient tome she'd stolen from the library.

On the late night talks she would have with her father, bundled up next to the fireplace and sipping spiced tea, she confided in him her yearning for a dragon of her own to bond with. He assured her that her desires weren't selfish, that a dragon was her birthright, and that she would in fact have one someday.

But Evaenyra supposed that in her high perch in the tower, she was getting as close to flying as she could.

The bells on the far tower of the harbor square started to ring, bolstering a low and haunting noise across the cobbled streets. She knew this was her signal to return to Prince Reggio's palace and she acquiesced by beginning to descend the tower steps, even if she would rather stay in her secret hideaway.

She fluttered along the endless maze of stone hallways and corridors, making her way to the main wing of the palace that had become the family's residence one year prior. She enjoyed Pentos, though she couldn't remember most of the other places they'd stayed very well so there wasn't much competition in that way.

The air smelled of sweet honey and the palace bustled with life as Evaenyra made her way through the labyrinth, eventually coming to the door of her family's parlor. She didn't bother to knock, a habit of her's that Maester Elwyn constantly reminded her was rude.

In the room, the inhabitants didn't seem to mind the sudden intrusion. Baela quickly ran up to Evaenyra and wrapped her small arms around her older sister's waist. Evaenyra let out a giggle, walking over to the rest of her family, Baela still clinging on to her.

Her father was attempting to pin a Targaryen dragon pin onto the front of Rhaena's dress, though not without a struggle, and Laena's handmaid was tending to her hair.

Evaenyra gravitated towards Laena, like there was a magnet pulling her towards her stepmother. She would greet her father later, she decided, as he seemed to have his hands full. For now, she would revel in the arms of her mother.

Laena grinned when she saw her two eldest making their way over to her as a single unit. She reached her hands out to Baela, who went into them willingly, setting her on the table. Evaenyra jumped onto her lap, and her mother wrapped her arms around her while the girls began to inspect the beading that the handmaid had put in her hair.

"I want my hair to be just like yours one day," Evaenyra mused, twirling the delicate curls of Laena's hair around her finger. She snuck her arms around the older woman's neck, clinging to her, "I want to be just like you when I'm grown."

Mirth bubbled up in Laena's throat and she began stroking Evaenyra's hair, "My darling, you will be whoever you are meant to be. You are a Targaryen, the blood of the dragon. And you are a princess of Westeros. You can be like whatever you choose."

The small girl let out a hum of acknowledgement before shrieking as she was pulled her stepmother's arms.

Baela giggled profusely as Daemon threw Evaenyra over his shoulders. Evaenyra held on for dear life as her father began to transport her to the other side of the parlor. He delicately sat her down on one of the velvet chaises, motioning for one of the nursemaids to come over.

"Alright little dragon, I know you've been gone all day in your secret place, but it's time for supper now," Daemon's hand stayed on her shoulder, comforting but firm. "Will you let the nursemaid dress you?"

Evaenyra looked down and examined the sandy beige of her dress. When she snuck out to watch the harbor and the streets, she'd always wear less garish clothing as to not draw attention, but their dinner with Prince Reggio was a nicer affair.

She looked back up at her father, "Can I wear the red dress? With the gold trim?" She asked hopefully, looking back and forth between her father and the nursemaid.

Daemon smiled and stood in an exaggerated manner, "I think that's perfect, zaldrītsos."

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐯𝐞𝐞!

━━━ 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫𝐬. 𝐢 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐢 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐥

━━━ 𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃: 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐚𝐞𝐧𝐲𝐫𝐚 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐮𝐩 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐮𝐩 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐢 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭

━━━ 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐚 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐢 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐫

━━━ 𝐢 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐞𝐥𝐚 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐧𝐚 𝐚 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐚𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐦𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐡 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐧

━━━ 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐜 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐛𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭. 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐝𝐚𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢'𝐦 𝐭𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐟 𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐞𝐯𝐚𝐞𝐧𝐲𝐫𝐚

━━━ 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐡 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐞𝐱𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫, 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐝𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞. 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐛𝐞 𝐚 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐨𝐧𝐞