[ It is something she intends to think more on, the strangeness of the correlation between herself and the monsters, the oddness of her blood, the difficulty of it all, but that is a matter for another time. This is a moment between herself and Astarion, and she leans into it because she desires to focus on the good rather than the ill. If she can do that...
She can, perhaps, leave the sadnesses aside. ]
It is no official thing, not yet, but we call each other such when we are together.
[ It is still strange to her indeed, to think of being wedded, of being chosen, of being wanted, even if she understands why she was chosen. She can make dragons, and that is the start of their affections. ]
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She can, perhaps, leave the sadnesses aside. ]
It is no official thing, not yet, but we call each other such when we are together.
[ It is still strange to her indeed, to think of being wedded, of being chosen, of being wanted, even if she understands why she was chosen. She can make dragons, and that is the start of their affections. ]
Aemond, of Targaryen House.