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ᅠ ㅤᅠ ᅠ ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ𝐤𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝 lies above eternity; ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠit doesn't live off fame, ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠbut rather 𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐬. ᅠᅠ —— FANDOMLESS ᅠᅠ #fantasyrp original 𝗉𝗈𝗋𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗒𝖺𝗅. ᅠᅠ #nsfwrp ₊ #mvrp ₊ #witcherrp ㅤ ᅠ ᅠ

"You're Grace?" He waits for a moment, standing up straight while holding one arm behind his head while another on the hilt of his sword. "You're Queen Mother is searching for you."

whenᅠyouᅠstillᅠneedᅠtoᅠputᅠdownᅠhisᅠbioᅠ🤓

ᅠ — His grip tightened slightly on the dagger hilt at his belt, an unconscious habit born from years of living in a harsh world. ᅠ

ᅠ ᅠ 𝓡aelen raised an eyebrow at her accusation, surprise flickering across his features. "Concern for your wellbeing, of course," he stated plainly, with no hint of offense. "I meant no disrespect by asking. It is simply not safe for anyone to wander alone at night-" — ᅠ

— Lady Jemma, do you often walk these grounds alone? Despite your courage, I would hate for the Vale to lose its light because of my presence here tonight." ᅠ

ᅠ ᅠ 𝓗e offered her a small, sincere smile. "Your guidance and kindness do not go unappreciated. The Seven seem to favour me with your counsel this evening." Caelen's gaze lingered on her, a silent assessment that seemed to weigh more than just her words. "Tell me, —

—the familiar, even when it's wrapped in darkness.” ᅠ