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alaera made no effort to conceal her expression.
oh, she knew 𝑒𝑥𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑙𝑦 who she was. she'd heard tales during her travels — tales of admiral sharako lohar, commander of over ninety warships under the banners of the three daughters.
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the lyseni did not waste any time, she saw a beautiful woman and started staring at her with clear intentions.
when her eyes finally met the others a smirk formed in the pirate’s lips. Lohar made her way towards the dark haired woman, exuding confidence as it came natural to »
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respected, admired. feared.
𝑓𝑒𝑎𝑟 — now that was something she could sink her teeth into.
"alaera rivers. well met," she responded, tipping her head up ever so slightly to meet the other woman's gaze. she held her hand out for her.
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𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘭𝘺 𝘬𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵.
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⠀ “ 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 a new 𝓽𝖆𝖗𝖌𝖆𝖗𝐲𝖊𝖓
is 𝚋𝚘𝚛𝚗, the 𝖌𝖔𝖉͟𝖘 toss a coin in
the air, and the 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 holds its
breath to see how it will land .
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lannisport. what a truly dreadful place to be, even by alaera's standards.
the rabble, the bustle. merchants yelling at each other across busy streets, noisy livestock and arguing traders.
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strands of dark hair framed her face, escaping from the plait that reached her hips.
that was when she felt eyes on her. intense, curious. seductive, even.
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and yet, it was the only place where she could come to gather what she needed.
a necessary evil, she supposed.
clad in a deep violet gown, alaera's hummed, perusing a nearby selection of herbs that hung from a stall.
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safe. the word is foreign to the blood witch, who simply tips her head and follows after the lord of the dreadfort.
"i thank you for such grand consideration, lord bolton." she says.



























