How it started vs How's it going, The Blacks and the Greens edition:
"Ser Criston had seen many a picture of the Maiden on Septs, big and small ones, alas they all paled against the little girl who was the Maiden come to life.
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She smiled down at him and her cheeks became the faintest colour of pink. Only then did he notice that her dress was not true white, but instead a blush colour to match her face."
- The Rogue Prince and the White Knight by @sweetestpopcorn
"I hate you, Criston. I hate you. I hate you so much.
Rhaenyra bit the inside of her mouth and felt her fingernails break the soft skin of her palms. She felt the tears prickle her eyes as well."
- The Blacks & the Greens, Chapter 194 Rhaenyra X by SweetestPopcorn
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I held her once, right then and there, needing to hold something tangible, something alive, so that in death, I wouldn't be so lonely. She struggled to live, I struggled to die, neither of us could win the other. How do I put it? I sought to absorb some smell of life from her, holding onto her tightly, craving her breath, her scent, her restless movements. Behind me was death, so I held her face to face, refusing to let go, afraid to turn away. For if I turned back, I would turn rigid, cold and rotten.