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tkzinger
tkzing :
ngài 🛐
2026-01-23 10:39:55
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chanh.kho
Nốt Chu sa :
nhạc này là nhạc của hàn tín
2026-01-23 18:19:02
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jfcoyxgxi
Bún gà măng mọc :
Ủa mới đọc cmt quay ra đã thấy bả đổi đồ r=)))
2026-01-25 14:41:30
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dyv3yadwkboc
mmmm :
2026-01-24 12:38:51
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mnhat_118
Nhật💤 :
2026-01-26 03:26:18
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tandt...na_p.c.h_
ttruc. :
I want Clou like me🥰🥰
2026-01-23 09:46:26
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heng.nophie.ngyn3
𝙱𝚊𝚗𝚑_𝚃𝚏🍂 :
mỗi tôi mình Việt Nam 😅🥰
2026-01-23 09:46:29
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vanhuyne20
Boy ff✨ :
这首歌很棒,但我对中国了解不多。不过,我还是要赞扬你坚持了这么久。
2026-02-04 03:10:55
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_adele._.30
° _ ° :
2026-01-23 11:20:59
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cat3939889
跑斷腿外送員 :
整段的精華就在那個字,呢~
2026-01-23 09:49:54
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mytrn7187
💙 Kimmy ♌️🏳️‍🌈 :
2026-01-24 00:54:06
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vegetablesoupsforthesoul
Ăn rau củ không ăn thịt :
Bảo bối à! Có cần phải xinh đẹp và hát hay đến như vậy không 🥹
2026-01-24 01:46:39
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kaze.044
kaze skibidi🤓☝🏻 :
2026-01-23 14:58:20
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piii0000yck
Piii :
你唱得太好听了,听一次就忍不住想一直听。
2026-01-23 11:01:37
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anhdaychico1
Dũng Đây Rồi 🌱 :
"Vua là không cúi đầu". "Nhưng mà trước nàng thì trẫm tình nguyễn".
2026-02-06 14:59:07
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Nang :
2026-01-24 09:02:18
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taocostore
Quốc Cường 🍎 :
2026-01-23 14:19:20
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trn_khanh_bang
t.Băng :
xinh
2026-01-31 02:47:17
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haku_ryuu0
🆑OnlyCLou_CLouvie🥰 :
Mỹ nữ cổ phong😍😍😍
2026-01-23 10:27:12
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user894464198
. Út Nguyễn :
wao đẹp,xinh dễ thương quá CLou ơi, xuất sắc luôn 💐💐💐💐💐
2026-01-23 11:21:57
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deobietlaai4
Δ=b^2 - 4.a.c :
2026-01-25 12:39:21
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nguyenhuuphog
Phong Ngủ Gật ♋🎸🎸 :
2026-01-23 23:52:47
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bl12312312366
薄荷真美 :
眾愛卿,隨朕馭駕親征
2026-01-23 10:07:58
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hieuspxxx
Hiếu SP :
ủa bài này là Tinh Vệ đúng k nhỉ , sao nghe vừa lạ vừa quen là thế nào ấy nhỉ 🗿
2026-01-25 15:48:57
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nacl_ou
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aaa , tinh vệ
2026-01-23 09:53:37
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Winter. An overcast day - flat, grey, without shadows. Snow lay on the tents, on the palisade, on the shoulders of the sentries. The war camp was not asleep, but moved lazily - smoke from the cookfires rose in columns into the still air. Cold enough that breath hung in a cloud. Aenar sat by the fire. His cloak was thrown over his shoulders, his hair falling loose around his face. He warmed his hands, watched the flames. Nearby, soldiers talked among themselves, one sharpened his sword, another ate his stew. A sound came from the sky. Wings. Heavy, rhythmic. One of the lookouts raised his head: — Dragon! The soldiers seized their weapons, but a moment later recognized the silhouette - and lowered their blades. Alcora. The princess. Aenar lifted his eyes. He saw the dragon coming in to land, saw the snow billow up as she touched down at the edge of the camp, - and exhaled through his teeth. — Fuck. He stood, shook the snow from his cloak, and walked toward her. Vyvielinne had already dismounted. She strode through the snow quickly, heavily - not running, but not lingering. Her cloak was thrown open, her hood drawn up, and beneath it - a torso bound tight with leather straps, and a belly already visible, though she was not far along. Her face was stone. Her gaze was sharp as a blade. Aenar stepped toward her: — You found out. — You. You knew. — I knew. Vyvielinne stopped a step away. Her voice was low, tight: — Rhaenyra used my child in the negotiations. Mine. With Alicent. And you knew and didn't tell me. Aenar was silent. — When? — she asked. — When did you know? — Two weeks ago. Before I left with the camp. — And you didn't tell me. — No. — You let me learn it from servants. From servants, Aenar. He pressed his lips together. For the first time in a long while, there was no smile on his face, no mockery. — I thought you would hear it from your mother. From Rhaenyra. She promised she would tell you herself. — She didn't. I learned it from a scrap of talk in the hallway. Because my husband decided I didn't need to know. Aenar stepped closer. Carefully, like approaching a wounded animal: — I didn't want you to find out like this. I thought... I hoped she would tell you. That you would hear it from her, not from me - that would have been the right way. She is the Queen. And she is your blood. — You are my husband, — Vyvielinne cut him off. — You. Not her. You should have told me. Aenar lowered his head. He exhaled - long, heavy: — Yes. I should have. Silence. Behind Vyvielinne, Alcora drew in a noisy breath, shifted her weight from one leg to the other. The soldiers by the fire pretended they didn't exist. — I'm still angry, — she said at last. Her voice was tired. — I know. — Very angry. — I know. — I'm staying the night. It's cold. Find me furs. And food. Aenar let out a breath - almost a laugh, but without any mirth: — As you command. She didn't smile in return, only walked past him to the fire, sitting down to warm herself. #houseofdragon #got #gameofthrones  #fanart #drawing #oc #houseofdragonoc  #houseofthedragon #hotd #asoiaf #asoiafoc #houseofthedragonedit #artist #fireandblood #Targaryen #targaryenoc #rhaenyratargaryen  #Rhaenyra #houseofthedragonoc #danceofthedragons #fyp
Winter. An overcast day - flat, grey, without shadows. Snow lay on the tents, on the palisade, on the shoulders of the sentries. The war camp was not asleep, but moved lazily - smoke from the cookfires rose in columns into the still air. Cold enough that breath hung in a cloud. Aenar sat by the fire. His cloak was thrown over his shoulders, his hair falling loose around his face. He warmed his hands, watched the flames. Nearby, soldiers talked among themselves, one sharpened his sword, another ate his stew. A sound came from the sky. Wings. Heavy, rhythmic. One of the lookouts raised his head: — Dragon! The soldiers seized their weapons, but a moment later recognized the silhouette - and lowered their blades. Alcora. The princess. Aenar lifted his eyes. He saw the dragon coming in to land, saw the snow billow up as she touched down at the edge of the camp, - and exhaled through his teeth. — Fuck. He stood, shook the snow from his cloak, and walked toward her. Vyvielinne had already dismounted. She strode through the snow quickly, heavily - not running, but not lingering. Her cloak was thrown open, her hood drawn up, and beneath it - a torso bound tight with leather straps, and a belly already visible, though she was not far along. Her face was stone. Her gaze was sharp as a blade. Aenar stepped toward her: — You found out. — You. You knew. — I knew. Vyvielinne stopped a step away. Her voice was low, tight: — Rhaenyra used my child in the negotiations. Mine. With Alicent. And you knew and didn't tell me. Aenar was silent. — When? — she asked. — When did you know? — Two weeks ago. Before I left with the camp. — And you didn't tell me. — No. — You let me learn it from servants. From servants, Aenar. He pressed his lips together. For the first time in a long while, there was no smile on his face, no mockery. — I thought you would hear it from your mother. From Rhaenyra. She promised she would tell you herself. — She didn't. I learned it from a scrap of talk in the hallway. Because my husband decided I didn't need to know. Aenar stepped closer. Carefully, like approaching a wounded animal: — I didn't want you to find out like this. I thought... I hoped she would tell you. That you would hear it from her, not from me - that would have been the right way. She is the Queen. And she is your blood. — You are my husband, — Vyvielinne cut him off. — You. Not her. You should have told me. Aenar lowered his head. He exhaled - long, heavy: — Yes. I should have. Silence. Behind Vyvielinne, Alcora drew in a noisy breath, shifted her weight from one leg to the other. The soldiers by the fire pretended they didn't exist. — I'm still angry, — she said at last. Her voice was tired. — I know. — Very angry. — I know. — I'm staying the night. It's cold. Find me furs. And food. Aenar let out a breath - almost a laugh, but without any mirth: — As you command. She didn't smile in return, only walked past him to the fire, sitting down to warm herself. #houseofdragon #got #gameofthrones #fanart #drawing #oc #houseofdragonoc #houseofthedragon #hotd #asoiaf #asoiafoc #houseofthedragonedit #artist #fireandblood #Targaryen #targaryenoc #rhaenyratargaryen #Rhaenyra #houseofthedragonoc #danceofthedragons #fyp

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