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“There’s the traitor! Kill her!”
Me when i give up my country for that dick
dagger-shaped throne, waiting for judgment.
Not the GOT ass throne
The objective was to plant more tokens in one’s field than the opponent did in his by scooping up all the cowrie shells in one house and distributing them piece by piece to the other houses in a clockwise direction,
Is this just mancalla
Her husband was a dangerous man.
Ew
My wet little wife.
Ew
there would be no more eclipses before the sevenfold one on the night of the Moonless Dark; this was the last chance to fine-tune, to get it right.
God theyre so unprepared
“He wants to keep his people safe.”
Gorl
A tight, burning feeling grew in his chest as he thought of all the other men who would be staring at Talasyn from behind their masks, who would no doubt be lining up to kiss her hand and dance with her and put their hands on her body.
Die
“You’re not wearing that,” Alaric growled.
Die foul white man
And Talasyn had rather liked the poetry of being the butterfly to his stag—but then he’d opened his fat mouth.
How tf do those two things relate
Alaric had no idea who he was, but he swiftly came to the conclusion that he loathed this person. Alaric loathed the man Talasyn was dancing with, too, the pompous frog-masked noble who’d had the gall to just—just go up to her and request a waltz—when she had obviously just finished dancing and any decent person would have let her rest for a while.
Okay damn you suck
Alaric balled his hands into fists to stop the tremors that shot through his fingers, and before he could allow himself to think twice, he resumed a determined path toward his wife. His.
Why are we getting our panties in a twist
but at least my grandmother didn’t kill my mother.”
Strange time to fire shots bitch
