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witchthewriter · 2 years

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𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐑𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐧𝐲𝐫𝐚, 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐰𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐃𝐚𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

⤷ female, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!

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⭑ There was too much passion, too much desire, for the four of you to be separate.

⭑ You moved to Dragonstone, where the chambers were much larger than the ones at King’s Landing.

⭑ And although you do have a shared room, you have chambers of your own. Where you can store your belongings and hide away if you wish it.

⭑ Harwin rarely uses his rooms, and is usually in someone else’s.

⭑ Rhaenyra’s is closest to yours and you often find yourselves snuggle at night.

⭑ You’re all equally in love with each other. And I mean everyone is. Even Harwin and Daemon. That might be inconceivable, but sexuality is a spectrum and cannot be defined all the time.

⭑ Daemon loves Harwin’s intensity and his passion. He finds it invigorating, blood-boiling and exciting.

⭑ Harwin loves the way Daemon’s mind works and he is constantly asking what he’s thinking.

⭑ Rhaenyra and Daemon are married, while you and Harwin married four years ago.

⭑ You had this arangement for two and a half years at King’s Landing. You all tried to keep it a secret. But ever since moving to Dragonstone, you all feel like you can be your true selves.

⭑ Rhaenyra still has Jace, Luke and Joffrey from Harwin, and she is now pregnant with her first child from Daemon.

⭑ Laenor is still ‘dead’ to the world. But Harwin was practically saved from his fate by his marriage to you. It took him out of the spotlight with the allegations that Laenor wasn’t the children’s father.

⭑ You and Harwin haven’t been trying for children yet - you still take contraceptives. You haven’t yearned for motherhood quite yet.

⭑ And Harwin does not mind that in the least. He’s just happy with his family already - there’s nothing missing. Nothing that he pushes for you to do.

⭑ Daemon is an enigma to you -

⭑ He’s not like many men, not many at all.

⭑ You fell in love with him when you were younger. And yes you have admitted that to him - it was during a night that you were all drinking. Someone came up with the idea to tell secrets to each other. And you told that one.

⭑ No one shamed you for it though.

⭑ Rhaenyra has loved you ever since you came to court at age 10. She didn’t know it was love. She thought it was friendship.

⭑ You, her and Alicent were a threesome. A group of best friends who loved one another dearly.

⭑ But Alicent chose to betray both of you, by marrying Viserys.

⭑ She hadn’t even told you that was her plans.

⭑ Alicent became very jealous of how close you and Rhaenyra became after that.

⭑ You were the white-haired heir’s solace. A shoulder to cry on. A person she knew she could always go to.

⭑ When everyone is home, there aren’t any visitors and the children are in bed, the four of you will sit in front of the warm fire. Daemon sitting on the couch, a book in his hand. Harwin on the opposite side of the lounge, with Rhaenyra on the floor between his legs. You’re laying directly on the floor, your back to the fire while you watch your partners.

⭑ Daemon usually pats the spot beside him, without looking up from his book.

⭑ Everyone is content.

Theme Song:

‘The Devil & The Daughter’ by Daniel Pemberton

Relationship Tropes:

Touch ANY Of My Partners, And You Die (that goes for all of you, you little fiesty things)

Idiot (Harwin and You) x Loves Their Idiot (Rhaenyra and Daemon)

Murderous Intent (Daemon) x Chill (Rhaenyra) x Chaotic Dumbass (Harwin) x Psycho But Not Insane (You)

Mama Bear (Rhaenyra) x Papa Bear (Harwin) x Wine Uncle (Daemon) x Vodka Aunt (You)

NSFW🔞 minors dni!

⭑ Sex is actually very fun, and no, it isn’t always the four of you every single time.

⭑ Usually, it’s a free for all; no one gets jealous that the other has had sex with someone else because they know that in time it will happen to them

⭑ However, when you all first agreed to be a part of this relationship, the sex was out of this world.

⭑ All four of you were a tangled mess of arms, legs, mouths, and teeth.

⭑ You didn’t know whose fingers were inside of you, but they felt good. And then at one point all of your holes were full, two cocks and slender fingers were inside you. Thrusting and pumping. The feeling was indescribable. Like there wasn’t a part of you missing. You were whole.

⭑ Sometimes you off with partners, while still keeping everyone involved. A good example of this is mirrored spooning; Harwin is behind you, while Daemon is behind Rhaenyra. They thrust into you from behind, with you stare at the opposite person.

⭑ Daemon likes to fuck you while you’re in the air on Caraxes. His cock is buried deep inside you, and he thrusts deeper on while Caraxes’ descends. Gravity pushes you down farther onto him.

⭑ Rhaenyra likes to fuck on the bed, or while bathing. Usually, her fingers find their way inside of you. She’s usually a gentle lover, but on the days that she feels extra needy, she’ll rip your clothes off and pleasure you until she hears you orgasm. Then she keeps going until you plead for a break.

⭑ Harwin likes to fuck you on the training grounds. Especially on the ground. Your dress over your waist, while he thrusts deeper inside you. The dirt embeds itself in your knees.

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usagiconx · 2 years

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♡┊rhaenyra targaryen moodboard.

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psst, don’t forget: you’re amazing!!

#hotd #house of the dragon #house of targaryen #house targaryen #rhaenyra x alicent #rhaenyra targaryen #icons #random icons #rhaenyra targaryen moodboard #house of the dragon icons #lq icons #psd #icons with psd #hot damn #hotd spoilers #hotd icons #hotd moodboard #series icons #dragons

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incantevoleacida · 4 months

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#rhaenyra targaryen moodboard #rhaenyra targaryen #moodboard #aesthetic #fire and blood #fire & blood #house targaryen

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virgpoet · 2 months

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"I love you, Alicent, but..."

"But you can't be with me, I understand Rhaenyra"

#house of the dragon #house of the dragon aesthetic #house of the dragon moodboard #alicent hightower #alicent hightower aesthetic #alicent hightower moodboard #rhaenyra targaryen #rhaenyra targaryen aesthetic #rhaenyra targaryen moodboard #rhaenicent moodboard #virgpoet moodboard #SoundCloud

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holyshitts · 22 days

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RHAENYRA TARGARYEN

“The singers dubbed her the Realm’s Delight, for she was bright and precocious—a beautiful child who was already a dragonrider at the age of seven as she flew on the back of her she-dragon Syrax, named for one of the old gods of Valyria.”

#rhaenyra targaryen #aesthetic #house targaryen #moodboard #house of the dragon #game of thrones #asoiaf #a song of ice and fire #mine*#rhaenyra targaryen aesthetic

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fatherforgivethem · 6 months

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“If you have any thought for me you will give me back my peace!”

“There can be no peace for us, only misery, and the greatest happiness.”

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bugshideaway · 9 months

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｡⁠.ﾟ the green queen ⊰⁠⊹ฺ

｡⁠.ﾟ alicent hightower ⊰⁠⊹ฺ.

by: bugshideaway

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lanasmissingvape · 1 month

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Just give me Targaryen hair pls

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daenysthedreamer101 · 4 months

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Targaryens and their dragons

"Like their dragons, the Targaryens answered neither to gods nor men."

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rhaefart · 2 months

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PRINCESS RHAENYRA TARGARYEN

House of the Dragon, Season 1

#rhaenyra targaryen #house of the dragon #a song of ice and fire #asoiaf #princess rhaenys targaryen #team black #moodboard #aesthetic #my post

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witchthewriter · 1 year

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𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐀𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐑𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐧𝐲𝐫𝐚 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

⤷ gender neutral, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!

a/n: I know this isn’t my usual format with the visuals, but like ... how can anyone disagree that these two ladies aren’t in love? Or don’t have an inkling of desire for one another?!

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・It started with a kiss. A simple kiss. An innocent kiss.

・You three had been underneath a willow tree, the warm breeze blowing over your lying forms.

・The sun was gentle. Peaceful. And that’s how you felt. Like a flower blowing in the wind. Your petals newly sprouted, your stem rooted in the ground.

・You felt grounded with Alicent, and dreamy with Rhaenyra. Both young women had so much personality, and all together, you evened one another out

・Alicent is the backbone, the one who reminds you about responsibility and making level-headed choices; she’s the log, the sticks and the wood. Rhaenyra is wild and untamed, she has ideas and wants to break traditions; she’s the spark. And you, you’re the passion, the heat; so hot that you weld each other together; you’re the flames.

・Together you make people bend the knee. Wherever you go, people know who they’re dealing with.

・Viserys was the least of your worries when you came forward with your relationship. He needed a few days to let the information sink in, but he accepted it.

・Otto was difficult. He was furious. Because this wasn’t how the story was supposed to go. His strategies, his planning. He saw the potential in Alicent and now it was ruined

・Daemon was intrigued by the dynamics, jealous? Yes, but you’re just as fierce of a warrior as him. And one wrong look - you would challenge him. And he knew it.

・Not many people can get a smile out of Alicent. Well, basically anyone except Rhaenyra and yourself.

・You and Rhaenyra like to sneak into Alicent’s chambers. She always feigns worry - saying she doesn’t want to be caught. But you know she loves the risk

・Helping one another get dressed in the morning, and undress in the evening. Undoing those laces at the back of their dresses.

・Braiding each other’s hair

・Leaving gentle kisses on each other’s necks and cheeks

・Rhaenyra likes to rub your feet. She’ll take off your boots and heave your legs onto her lap, rubbing your feet to soothe you.

・Alicent loves when someone cups her cheek. She’ll rest her head in your/Rhaenyra’s hand and close her eyes

・Riding on Syrax. The she-dragon absolutely adores you (a bit more than Alicent, but don’t tell her that...). Syrax likes it when you nuzzle your face into her neck, she makes lil happy dragon noises <3

・No one speaks ill of you, Alicent or Rhaenyra. Ever. You always defend one another, especially if the person isn’t there.

・You like to play footsies with Alicent underneath the table at dinner. Especially if Otto’s there

・Wearing matching jewelry; Rhaenyra wears a necklace with a ruby, Alicent wears a bracelet with an emerald and you wear a ring with a sapphire

・Alicent really likes to read, but likes it even better when Rhaenyra reads to her. She likes it best when your head is resting in her lap, and she’s twirling your hair

・When sleeping, Alicent sleeps in the middle, laying on her back. Your head is on her chest, and Rhaenyra’s is on Alicent’s stomach. Both of you are curled inward, snuggling like your life depends on it

・Rhaenyra doesn’t snore, but she talks in her sleep. They’re only little mumbles. Alicent does snore, but she always denies it.

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Theme Song:

Sailboats by Brooke Fraser

Relationship Tropes:

✧ “You wear the pants in the relationship” - Rhaenyra & You x “Oh I wish, but I cannot control you at all” - Alicent

✧ Troublemaker (Rhaenyra) x Curious (You) x Why Do You Two Have To Get Into Trouble ALL THE TIME?! (Alicent)

�� Snarky Power Trio That Can, And Probably Will, Destroy You

NSFW🔞minors dni!

⭑ Favourite position is when you’re leant up against Rhaenyra’s naked body, your back to her chest as she fondles your breasts. Alicent caresses your body, creating goosebumps wherever her finger lingers

⭑You’re all equally dominant, so you like to fight over whose in charge. The fighting is part of the foreplay: hands pinned above heads, clothes ripped off, harsh bites to assert dominance

⭑ Alicent likes when her fingers are sucked on, and eye-contact must always be held

⭑ Rhaenyra likes hot wax dripped on her skin, the quick sting makes her feel alive

⭑ There’s always a bite mark on each of your bodies. Usually hidden underneath your clothing. Like a physical friendship bracelet, of sorts...

⭑ The passion between the three of you could make a dragon feel its heat.

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iammyownsaviour · 9 months

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"give me rhaenyra to take to wife and we will return the house of the dragon to its proper glory."

DAEMON & RHAENYRA TARGARYEN

(HOUSE OF THE DRAGON)

→ my top 50 fictional dynamics [03/50]

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rhaenyrashightowers · 22 days

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Rhaenicent // Pirate & Mermaid AU

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allicentsallure · 9 months

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Alicent Hightower the green queen

#house of the dragon #hotd #art #alicent hightower #asoiaf #rhaenicent #rhaenyra targaryen #moodboard #aestethic #team green #a song of ice and fire

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fatherforgivethem · 7 months

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Hotd meets the Hunger Games 🫢

“I keep wishing I could think of a way to show them that they don’t own me. You know, if I’m gonna die… I wanna still be me.”

Alicent Hightower had never expected for her name to be called at the reaping. She had never expected to talk to Otto Viridis as a crowd laughed at her sweet words. She most certainly did not expect to win her games and make it back home to Distract 4 when she was only sixteen years old. Her life seemed to be full of surprises; and it had not ended there. She had met Criston Cole by chance when she was walking down the docks in town. He had been bringing baskets of fish back to his shop when Alicent had bumped into him. And after a few words of apology, her life had changed once again.

She had taken a job at his shop where he sold the fish he caught. She needed something to do after moving to Victors Village. From there they got to know each other, and it was in that little shop that they fell in love. They had married and before she even knew it, they had three children, soon four, running around the docks.

Her life had continued to change when her son’s name was called at the reaping, when her eldest son at volunteered for him, and when it had happened all over again two years later. She had to watch them again and again go through what she went through, watch the way that they became killers like she did. Her arena had been so different from there’s. It was hot, dead, unlivable. She had only won when she had found poisonous berries that she forced two people to eat. The sound of their cannons going off still rung in her ears. And now it wound ring in her children’s ears for the rest of their lives as well. It was a cycle, and it would take a certain kind of person to break it.

Criston Cole never would have thought that he would have four children and wife that he called his. He hadn’t even expected to live past thirteen, let alone twenty. But he did, and he met the love of his life and they brought the most beautiful children into the world. A world that would take them away from their parents.

He had been forced to watch his two oldest boys kill others to stay alive. On most nights, he was either waking up in a cold sweat, or trying to get Alicent to wake up from one of her nightmares. Since winning their own games, Criston had been traveling down the hall to help Aegon and Aemond as well.

His life was full of horror as he watched those he loved crumble before him. When it would end, Criston would never know. What he did know, was that he would find a way to make it end, all of it.

Aegon had always been told to keep his head down. His mom made it clear that he was to never say the words “I volunteer!”. Those were words for careers, and Aegon and his siblings were not careers; they were the sons and daughter of a victor and a fisherman. And, if his mother could help it, it would stay that way. But it hadn’t; not when Aemond, who had only been thirteen, was called at the reaping.

Aegon had never raised his hand and said words so quick before. It was so quick that it almost felt like a thought that had slipped through his head. But it had happened, and before he knew it, he was being pulled to the stage and asked what his name was. He had tried his best to ignore the look of horror and unshed tears in his mothers eyes.

The capital had loved him. They loved his confidence, the risky jokes he would say. They saw him as a flirt, someone with a dashing smile. It worked, and before Aegon even knew it, people were placing their bets on a fifteen year old Aegon. He had hoped for an arena full of something similar to what he grew up with, maybe trees and water, but when he was shoved into a suit meant to keep him warm, he knew it would be an arena meant to kill. His hopes were crushed even further when he rose to an arena full of snow, a frosty forest, and a frozen and freezing ocean.

He had been the son of a fisherman, and it showed. He had set traps made out of rope that would strangle the other tributes. He had only won the games because he was a good swimmer. And so, when a boy from 2 and Aegon were in the water, Aegon was able to keep the other boy under as he continued to tread above the surface. Aegon had almost died from the cold. When Aegon was on the train back home, he swore he would find a way to make it all end, to stop the games.

Helaena hated each reaping with every fiber of her being. She hated the way that parents cried and children clung to friends and family. She hated seing videos of her mother, who was only a little girl, forcing another child to eat poisonous berries. She hated them more when her brothers were taken away from her, changed and never the same. She hated so many things, and it was because of the games, because of the President. Those however, were words never to be spoken out loud. Not if she wanted to have her family live to see another day.

When Aegon had won, stylists from the capital had come to their home in District 4 to force Helaena into puffy clothes and pin her hair back until her head was pounding. The times that she did love were when the games, the PR that her family did, were over and done with. It was a time that allowed her to sit by the water and sketch her designs. Or where she could bake in the kitchen as Aegon and Aemond taught Daeron how to play chess.

Her name had never been called, and for that she was incredibly grateful. It spared her parents more pain than they needed. It spared herself the pain. So, for now, in between games, she would simply be with her family.

Something was brewing, she could feel it in the air. She could see it when Aegon and their mother went on long walks in areas no one was allowed. Something was about to happen, a storm, and Helaena would try her best to be ready for it.

As soon as his little brothers name was called, Aemond had done the same thing his elder brother had done. He’d volunteered. He had done the one thing his brother had to go to the games for. It was as if they were in a cycle, like someone was testing to see how strong their family could hold. Well, whatever it was, Aemond was falling into the trap like the fish he caught each day.

With Aegon as his mentor, Aemond had felt prepared, something very rare when going into the games. His brother had prepared for almost everything. On how to survive the night if it was cold without attracting other tributes. He even taught Aemond how to appeal to the capital. They had loved his confident, yet shy, demeanor. People had commented on how much of a mix Aemond was with his older brother and mother. With Aemond entering the games, they had become obsessed with his family, and Aemond had tried his best to hide his distaste for their awing behavior.

He had hoped each night before bed that his arena would be nothing like Aegon’s. And when he had risen into an arena full of mountains and flowing waterfalls and rivers, Aemond had tried his best not to smile. Throughout his games, he did all he could to survive. He avoided the cornucopia and instead stole a backpack from a boy from 7. The way that Aemond’s flying knife had logged itself into the boys chest still popped into his head before he went to sleep every night. The boys name had been Luke, and Aemond would always remember that after having to give a speech to the boy’s family.

Aemond had won his games staying up and catching the smoke of the last four tributes. He had climbed high into the trees and had skillfully let his knives drop onto them. He had done it to get home. And when he had been pulled into his brothers arms on the train ride home, he knew that it had been worth it. To survive is to kill.

It had been hard to watch her little boy die by the hands of another child. Because Rhaenyra knew, within her heart, that the boy from 4 had no choice. And if her own son, if Luke, was given the chance, she hoped he would have done the same. She supposed it was better for Luke to go in the beginning than for her to watch him die as he got nearer to the end. Almost close enough to reach out for and touch, before being ripped from her. No, the boy from 4, Aemond was his name, had done her a kindness. However selfish it might have been. She had seen the sadness, the regret, when Aemond had come to district 7 on his victory tour and had given his speech.

She thought that she was given peace after her sons death, but as the games went on, another boy’s name was called. Her boy, her Jace. Another son was taken from her, Though, Jace had fought and he had lived. She didn’t know what was worse, watching her son die, or watching the other live yet die inside of himself. He had never been the same, it had taken months for him to sleep in his own bed. He had, after some months, finally been able to chop wood without having to cover his ears and sit curled into himself on the ground. He wasn’t a victor, he was a victim of the capital’s wicked games.

So, when her son, after coming home from another game of mentoring, had taken her deep into the woods to discuss a brewing rebellion; she had listened, she had agreed. It would end, it had to.

His brother had been killed and now he was sent to do the same thing to other children. Children like him who only wanted to survive. But only one was allowed, and everyone wanted that to be them. Jace included. It had only been two games since his brother had been killed, and now, at eighteen, Jace too had been chosen at the reaping. Not a soul had volunteered. All of the boys around him had stayed quiet, had looked down at the ground. Jace didn’t blame them. If it wasn’t for the shock, Jace would have laughed. It was his last year to get picked, and after seven years of not, he was chosen. What a joke.

His mentor had only taught him one thing, and that was to never team up with others. No matter what they offered, Jace was to refuse them. Luke had made the mistake of being naive, and Jace wouldn’t do the same. He wouldn’t let his mother lose another son. After their father had died, it had only been the three of them. And then Luke had been taken away, and then Jace. Each smile he graced the wretched capital with, he did it for his mom.

The arena he landed in had been a shock. After being able to finally open his eyes against the light, Jace had looked upon a land of sand. Only sand. It had taken more supplies than he wanted to find an oasis. He had been lucky in winning his games. He had gone against what his mentor had said and he had teamed up with others. When the rest of them were asleep, four cannons had gone off, and it had been Jace that had slit the throats of the other two tributes whilst they slept. It had been an easy win, is what the capital said. However, like the majority of other victors, it hadn’t felt like a victory.

It didn’t take much convincing to join the rebellion. After returning home, his mentor had taken him out into the woods, away from prying ears, and had told him everything. How there was a plan, how the famous Hightower family from District 4 was in on it. That after this coming games, they would bring an end to the Hunger Games and the conniving capital once and for all.

….Part 1

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