My dear sister, I see your wild heart ache, the dance of love leaving confusion shining in your feral eyes. It’s assumed that fire breathing women do not bleed, that they are nothing more than brimstone, force and fury. What do dragons know of love, after all? Nothing could be further from the truth. They are a tempest of raw emotion and feeling, their hearts gentle for those they grant passage inside those hallowed...
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