unbowed, unbent, unbroken
☞ lettres écrites : 104 ☞ humeur : destabilisée.
 |  Sujet: LES REGIONS. Jeu 24 Jan - 15:42 | |
| ANNEXES DES REGIONS.  LE NORD.
LES BOIS DU LOUP-GAROU. ~ géographie
~ histoire
~ politique (alliés et ennemis)
She swears on and in their names to love and cherish her lord husband for ever and for what would come after. Willos Tyrell id taller than her, older too. They are standing in front of each other in the sept of Highgarden, the golden rose of Tyrell everywhere; in her hair, embroidered on her corset, falling like a river trough her veil and train. It was almost as long as the aisle, of a bright silver like the gown itself. Sansa knows she looks like a queen, maybe even more beautiful than Cersei herself.  LE VAL D'ARRYN.
LE NID DU FAUCON. ~ géographie
~ histoire
~ politique (alliés et ennemis)
She swears on and in their names to love and cherish her lord husband for ever and for what would come after. Willos Tyrell id taller than her, older too. They are standing in front of each other in the sept of Highgarden, the golden rose of Tyrell everywhere; in her hair, embroidered on her corset, falling like a river trough her veil and train. It was almost as long as the aisle, of a bright silver like the gown itself. Sansa knows she looks like a queen, maybe even more beautiful than Cersei herself.  LE CONFLANS.
LE FLEUVE DE LA TRUITE. ~ géographie
~ histoire
~ politique (alliés et ennemis)
She swears on and in their names to love and cherish her lord husband for ever and for what would come after. Willos Tyrell id taller than her, older too. They are standing in front of each other in the sept of Highgarden, the golden rose of Tyrell everywhere; in her hair, embroidered on her corset, falling like a river trough her veil and train. It was almost as long as the aisle, of a bright silver like the gown itself. Sansa knows she looks like a queen, maybe even more beautiful than Cersei herself.  LES TERRES DE LA COURONNE.
LA GROTTE DU ROI DRAGON. ~ géographie
~ histoire
~ politique (alliés et ennemis)
She swears on and in their names to love and cherish her lord husband for ever and for what would come after. Willos Tyrell id taller than her, older too. They are standing in front of each other in the sept of Highgarden, the golden rose of Tyrell everywhere; in her hair, embroidered on her corset, falling like a river trough her veil and train. It was almost as long as the aisle, of a bright silver like the gown itself. Sansa knows she looks like a queen, maybe even more beautiful than Cersei herself.  LES ILES DE FER.
L'ABIME DU KRAKEN. ~ géographie
~ histoire
~ politique (alliés et ennemis)
She swears on and in their names to love and cherish her lord husband for ever and for what would come after. Willos Tyrell id taller than her, older too. They are standing in front of each other in the sept of Highgarden, the golden rose of Tyrell everywhere; in her hair, embroidered on her corset, falling like a river trough her veil and train. It was almost as long as the aisle, of a bright silver like the gown itself. Sansa knows she looks like a queen, maybe even more beautiful than Cersei herself.
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unbowed, unbent, unbroken
☞ lettres écrites : 104 ☞ humeur : destabilisée.
| | Sujet: Re: LES REGIONS. Jeu 24 Jan - 16:26 | |
|  LES TERRES DE L'OUEST.
L'ANTRE DU LION D'OR. ~ géographie
~ histoire
~ politique (alliés et ennemis)
She swears on and in their names to love and cherish her lord husband for ever and for what would come after. Willos Tyrell id taller than her, older too. They are standing in front of each other in the sept of Highgarden, the golden rose of Tyrell everywhere; in her hair, embroidered on her corset, falling like a river trough her veil and train. It was almost as long as the aisle, of a bright silver like the gown itself. Sansa knows she looks like a queen, maybe even more beautiful than Cersei herself.  LE BIEF.
LE JARDIN DE LA ROSE. ~ géographie
~ histoire
~ politique (alliés et ennemis)
She swears on and in their names to love and cherish her lord husband for ever and for what would come after. Willos Tyrell id taller than her, older too. They are standing in front of each other in the sept of Highgarden, the golden rose of Tyrell everywhere; in her hair, embroidered on her corset, falling like a river trough her veil and train. It was almost as long as the aisle, of a bright silver like the gown itself. Sansa knows she looks like a queen, maybe even more beautiful than Cersei herself.  LES TERRES DE L'ORAGE.
LA FURIE DU CERF COURONNE. ~ géographie
~ histoire
~ politique (alliés et ennemis)
She swears on and in their names to love and cherish her lord husband for ever and for what would come after. Willos Tyrell id taller than her, older too. They are standing in front of each other in the sept of Highgarden, the golden rose of Tyrell everywhere; in her hair, embroidered on her corset, falling like a river trough her veil and train. It was almost as long as the aisle, of a bright silver like the gown itself. Sansa knows she looks like a queen, maybe even more beautiful than Cersei herself.  DORNE.
SOLEIL ETERNEL. ~ géographie
~ histoire
~ politique (alliés et ennemis)
She swears on and in their names to love and cherish her lord husband for ever and for what would come after. Willos Tyrell id taller than her, older too. They are standing in front of each other in the sept of Highgarden, the golden rose of Tyrell everywhere; in her hair, embroidered on her corset, falling like a river trough her veil and train. It was almost as long as the aisle, of a bright silver like the gown itself. Sansa knows she looks like a queen, maybe even more beautiful than Cersei herself. |
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