[ this gift he delivers personally, though he waits until lauralae has left her room before placing it within. perhaps not the best course of action, considering, but he remains averse to seeing how his gifts will be received.
he's gotten her a few items agonised overlong for days on end: β first is a signet ring bearing his personal sigil, the targaryen three-headed dragon in black against a dark green field; β a set of seven hairpins shaped like stars, each one different from the rest; β a pair of soft leather gloves in muted green; β and finally, a green dress with gold and black accents, with little dragons and wolves embroidered in subtle design.
he doesn't linger. he gives her his one exception: he leaves card signed in green ink, kisses the top of it before tucking it under the thick green ribbon securing the box.
Syt Zaldrizives, hen Draushum Gra'kul.
it's not quite a name, but it is his as much as hers. ]
delivery, morning of the 25th.
he's gotten her a few items agonised overlong for days on end:
β first is a signet ring bearing his personal sigil, the targaryen three-headed dragon in black against a dark green field;
β a set of seven hairpins shaped like stars, each one different from the rest;
β a pair of soft leather gloves in muted green;
β and finally, a green dress with gold and black accents, with little dragons and wolves embroidered in subtle design.
he doesn't linger. he gives her his one exception: he leaves card signed in green ink, kisses the top of it before tucking it under the thick green ribbon securing the box.
Syt Zaldrizives, hen Draushum Gra'kul.
it's not quite a name, but it is his as much as hers. ]