WARNING WARNING
The following chapter you are about to read contains several TW such as abuse, violence, mentions of rape and sexual assault. I will advise when it will happen if you cannot handle it please reach out to me via direct message and I will summarize the ending. I AM SO SORRY for the shitshow I am about to put you through. Without further ado I pronounce the red wedding.

The Lady of House Valiente sat on the windowsill of her the Frey home, watching as below men and women happily enjoyed the wedding nuptials. The bells hadn't rung yet but she'd watch people file into the great hall, the trail had lessened so she imagined it would start at any moment. Her tears had now dried, instead she aimlessly pondered her future with her child.

While she was in Dorne somewhere north a sibling would be there, taking a crown and potentially finding her child a threat.

She wondered if the child would be kind, if both would one day want to meet. If her baby would be ready for the onslaught of potential enemies it may acquire. She had so many thoughts, mostly sadness for the life she mourned and the one she would soon begin.

"Lady Valiente, I could request a bath for you to sleep, perhaps some milk of the poppy." Elaine softly cooed, she'd been keeping herself busy, setting the Lady's bed up and fluffing her pillows. She's added familiar scents to get her comfortable, and pulled out a silk sleeping gown for comfort. Her focus was to get the lady to rest, allow her some extra strength for the long journey ahead. In addition to her preparations she was dressed for the heavy ride ahead, and Lady Valientes attire was laid out ready to be used. She figured whatever was easiest to get them out would be best.

"That won't be necessary," Victoria mumbled softly, her eyes turned to her Handmaid, staring calmly at her best friend. "I think I am hungry however."

Elaine attempted not to smile, relieved she was at the very forcing some food. Her hand extended out, "come, Lord Frey sent up some of your favorites and I've saved them."

Victoria took her hand softly and allowed the handmaiden to guide her into her seat, "thank you, I'm sorry. I wish I could act as if I was not affected by this—"

"It's quite alright," the blonde responded and set her plate in front, "I imagine anyone in your position would act the same. He's quite awful, despite being so handsome."

Victoria managed to crack a smile at her joke, "you're right, men sometimes."

Elaine wiggled her nose as if disgusted, "yes, they are quite a tedious bunch."

Victoria nodded her head just a knock announced itself, she bit into the bread placed in front of her and the soft honey taste made her stomach revive.

She hummed as Elaine yelled out, "come in!"

Ser Trout came in, looking dashingly different he looked freshly washed, hair pulled back into an elegant bun at the nape of neck. His beard was trimmed at even length and for the most part he looked quite handsome. The armor he adorned was one they frequented in Dorne, except for the layers added for warmth Victoria felt almost nostalgic at seeming him in attire.

Lord Frey had sent word that he would request Ser Trout would be present, after all he was one of two of her trusted advisors. After much thought and some reluctance on Ser Trouts part he had given in and gone to wash.

"We'll don't you look dashing," she spoke with a smile. She stood and came near him, "I imagine you'll be headed to the wedding for a bit then?"

Ser Trout nodded his head, "just for a bit, my lady, I'll be back before dusk to get some sleep."

"Probably best to have 1 Dorne at the wedding, although I warn you they are so dull." She murmured.

"Northerners aren't much for festivities," he quipped back.

Victoria winked, "well off you go then. Have a drink while you're down there, relax for a bit. I'm sure they'll have some good ale. I need sleep." Her hand reached out and pressed against his cheek, the coarse hair around his jaw pricked at her hands and she smiled, "you look wonderful in that armor. It will be a relief to see this in a few nights rest."

Ser Trout seized to breathe, she didn't often touch him, mostly out of respect but he partially wondered if it was because she knew how he felt all along. His Lady was very clever, and the look in her eyes was different, there was sorrow but appreciation. He placed his palm over her own and smiled, "it will make me very happy to see you grinning once more, my Lady."

He kissed the palm of her hand and she released, the twinkle in her eyes was different and Victoria cleared her throat as she bowed, "I wish you a splendid night, Ser Trout, we will speak in the morning."

He nodded and bowed to Lady Elaine, "take care you two, there's men posted outside if there's anything at all necessary. Do not hesitate to call for me."

Victoria left, stomach flipping for some unknown reason.

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That night she had a dream, or perhaps it was a warning.

The silk of her dress flowed in the cool winds they were soft, tepid, like a the dew of grass on a warm day. Her hand suddenly lifted and she ran her fingers through the air, eyes faintly opening the brightness of her day in Dorne greeted her. She stood outside, near the sea gardens where her families cemetery stood near. The salt of the ocean kissed her lips and she reveled in that treasured sensation.

She giggled, happy to be at peace and home, free of every burden she'd held until her eyes traveled downwards. The soft pink of her dress flowed down once the wind calmed and her bosom peaked, before dramatically dipping until she could see her toes.

Strange, she's thought as she looked at her sandal clad feet and suddenly realization hit. Her hands grabbed at her smooth stomach and panic set in.

Where were her children? What was happening?

Victoria felt her breath grow heavy, scrambling, any memory before this one was gone, she was void of all thoughts until a hum was heard.

It was soft like a lullaby, but deep as a man's voice would be. The sound was so familiar and warm she forgot entirely about what was pressing and zeroed in on that voice, because it was so familiar she nearly cried.

"Papa!" She yelled out, the window drifted again from the north and the sounds came stronger. Her body turned, endless array of greenery not giving her a glimpse. The sound strengthened in the south then, gentle breeze kissing his skin, her body swung around, nothing again but the humming continued and she soon deduced the melody was the last song her father hummed as they'd danced that night in the Great Hall of Winterfell. She felt her eyes stinging and she screamed loudly, "FATHER!"

Two tiny bodies crashed into her from behind, one on each leg so she nearly fell had it not been for the trellis she'd caught herself with.

"Mama! Mama!" Two tiny voices called out to her, they demanded attention and Victoria felt compelled to hold them until she stabilized herself. She looked down, finding two faces staring at her, tiny faces, sea green eyes, olive skin, and a strange mix of burgundy and brown curled hair stared her in the face.

These were her twins, a beautiful girl with rosebud lips and tinted cheeks, thick dark eyelashes framed by a sea of green eyes mixed with honey. Her hair was pulled into intricate braids at the top of her head and then flowed down her back, with a canary yellow bow that matched her dress. She smiled and melted Victoria heart. The boy was rosy cheeked and a male version of his sister, his hair was cut short but lifted in tiny curls, a tad darker his bluish/silver eyes stood out. He smiled at his mother and thick dimples appeared.

"My loves," Victoria felt breathless as she dropped down and came to the conclusions these were in fact her children and she's given birth to twins. They'd run in her family on and off but never had she imagined to give birth to them. Her eyes marveled at them, they looked like her father and the northerners, like tales of her mother and what she saw in reflections. She saw them and set her heart between their palms.

"Mama! Mama! A stranger has come!" Her son stated, his voice was soft and excited.

Victoria creased her brows, "who? Where?"

Her daughter placed a hand on her cheek, eyes determined the little girl was serious, "he says he is papa. He says winter is coming."

Victoria grew cold, suddenly her heart hammered with fear, she looked behind them and saw nothing out of sorts, the air had calmed and nothing but the crashing of ways was heard. "My loves, I don't understand."

"Come! He's got out brother with him!" Her young son exclaimed and grasped his mothers hand. Victoria nearly stumbled to her feet at the strength and velocity the children took her. She found herself running through the gardens, much like when she was a child and played games with her cousin Amina. Her eyes passed, details being made out of the roses her father had once helped her pick out, the Lilies that had been her mothers favorite, tulips, Cala lilies, squash and gourds, one by one she could picture them all until she nearly fell.

The children were pushing her down a flight of stairs, puzzled she'd wondered how they had opened these gates, it was near the cliffs were the shore was below. The walk down was steep and often terrifying, looters and pirates had once attempted to break in through this way and Ricardo Valiente had welded the doors shut but her children had pushed them apart like nothing.

"Come on mama! Come on!" The girl spoke.

Victoria obliged and they carefully made their way down.

Near the bottom Victoria saw a man walking her way, the sun was so bright she nearly couldn't distinguish him.

Robb Stark walked her way, he was in loose fitting trousers, a tan white shirt that fit him a tad big. Victoria had never seen him in such attire, how she had dreamt it though. This felt perfect, nearly too perfect, his hair was cut in the way she had adored and his beard was well groomed. He smiled at her the closer he got and then looked down. A boy, younger then Rickon stared her way.

He looked like the two that stood with her, a tad paler and with darker hair but she didn't need much to know that he was hers too. Her heart yearned to hold this cub, to feel the smoothness of his skin against her hands and know that he was under her wing. She felt the same amount of love and adoration as the ones holding her hands.

They beckoned her to come forward, and continued walking nearer.

Victoria stopped completely, holding her twins hands she kept them in place, even when they begged to go. "Come mama! Papa says he wants to take us."

"Take us where?" She whispered as the wind suddenly picked up and she gulped.

Robb was so close, his smile was weird, she couldn't quite explain it. There was something forced about the way he looked, the smile didn't quite reach his eyes. She saw they glistened and the little boy stared at her, head tilted she saw fondness there, and a hint of sadness.

This was the child she had lost not long ago, this was her first. He didn't smile, nor did he frown, just stared.

"Winter is coming, don't you want to be safe?" Her gaze shifted back to Robb and he was closer, his voice cracked. She saw his grin widen eerily and she stepped back. "Come on now, bring the children, we can all be together like you wished."

Suddenly she felt cold, and she knew going back the warmth would once more protect her and shield her. Her children gripping her hand were beginning to slip but she was more determined then ever to save them.

Robb and her stared at one another, he continued to smile and his teeth shook, he was attempted to say something? No.

He was mouthing to her, "run."

Victoria took his warning and jumped, screaming in her sleep.

"Victoria!" Someone shook her awake and she jutted out of bed, a deep breath overwhelmed and she was met with blue eyes, and blonde hair, Elaine.

"Shh shhh!" Elaine whispered, her hair was frazzled and there were thin red lines around the white bits. "You must be quiet."

Chain metal suddenly sounded and Victoria looked towards the corner, there were Dorne soldiers.

"Ser Caster, Ser Briar?" She questioned, they wore armor set for battle, something they weren't wearing when she went to bed. "What's happening?"

Elaine shushed her one last time and looked at the men, in that time Victoria took note that the only light coming out was from the moon, and the noises were so loud they sounded nearby.

Elaine gripped her arms, "we need to go. Somethings happening, it sounds like they are killing the Starks?"

"What?" Victoria nearly screamed and she froze. "What do you mean? What's happening?"

Her head was racked with all this new information, as her mind came out from the fog and the dream settled into a dark corner she saw Robb's face, smiling but terrified. It wasn't a dream, it was a warning, a premonition.

Elaine blinked and took a deep breath, almost as if she was trying to calm herself as well. Her cold hands gripped onto the Lady's thin clothes. She lifted her into a sitting position and pushed hair out of the way, cool air suddenly struck Victoria's neck, awaking her fully. Her mind suddenly ran at full speed.

"Listen to me Victoria," Elaine spoke a little louder, "the Starks are dead, everyone is downstairs going to war. We need to get out of here before they come to get you, Walder Frey will hand you to the Lannister's or worse marry you to his spawns if we don't get out of here now! We need to get you dressed and sneak out of here."

Victoria could only nod, she looked at the knights who stared at her and she could tell these men were also afraid. The door to her room did not close, instead both men promptly turned to the exit and blocked anyone from viewing as she was stripped of her nightgown and the cold air touched her growing bump. She shook as Elaine forcibly jutted her into clean tops and bottoms, she felt Elaine grip her left calf forcibly and strap the leather band they'd accustomed themselves too there. The cool tip of her dagger pressed against her skin and the faintest thought of her actually needing to use it became heavy.

"The rest of your guards are fighting Frey's downstairs, I ordered them to stay here no matter what. Let's get you changed." Elaine muttered and forcinblt brought her near the wardrobe were she quickly pressed her father thick coat. "Ser Trout told me Monterroso is riding the King's road right now, he's disguised as a Lannister guard for now. If we can get across the twins and down the road unnoticed we may be able to escape yet."

Victoria helped button her coat, she noted how Elaine was now dressed in a thick coat and her hair was piled in a frenzied braid.

"Is Ser Trout downstairs?" Victoria asked as she pulled her hair back and tucked it into the coat.

Elaine stopped, her eyes wavered, concentration slipping and she swallowed, "he hasn't returned from the wedding, I'm sorry Victoria."

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Robb Stark hadn't recovered from Victoria's claims, his mind replayed their last moments like a loop, hearing her voice repeat the last words.

"This is where I leave you."

"This is where I leave you."

He closed his eyes to keep from crying once more, these were suppose to be happy moments. His wife was pregnant with the heir of Winterfell, his uncle had married to solidify their place in the river lands, and now they were set to take Casterly Rock.

Talisa placed his hand on her growing bump, hard skin under soft linens. He looked her way, the bright smile on her face was such a contrast to Victoria'a tear stained expression when she'd confessed the miscarriage. His mind in two places, one in the past and one staring at his present but both were oddly familiar.

Talisa leaned in, her scent was warm, Victoria pulled away her scent was citrus like. His wife's stomach tensed underneath him, their child was awake. He wondered if things had been different, if only he's taken a moment to acknowledge his former betrothed emotions had he known. She hadn't eaten steadily in months, her guards had been so protective, and his mother had always guided him in her direction. Why had he been so dense?

Eyes drifting down, mostly to avoid Talisa questioning but also because a thought crossed him. He'd only just grazed Victoria's stomach, just so he could formally apologize but she'd jumped back, screaming to not be touched and rejected him, still in that tiny moment his hand was able to touch her abdomen it felt oddly similar, stronger even. Normally, her stomach was soft and lean, how many times had he placed her lips on her back in Winterfell, how many times had he gripped her smooth stomach but this time it was hard to the touch, like Talisa's was right now, like any pregnant women. She had lost the babe though, there was no lies in those tears, their child had died so what was the feeling? When was the last time they'd bed? Before his marriage but of course that had been a few shorts months ago. Still, her stomach had seemed touch, unlike Talisa's who was just poking out?

"Rob?" Talisa softly asked, "is everything alright? You seem away?"

"I ugh—" Robb went to stand, thoughts colliding he wanted truths now. He needed to know the whole truth because Victoria has held something important back.

"ROBB!" Cately yelled, he turned now distracted.

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Ser Trout was dead.

Ser Trout was dead and she was so far north there was no protection now.

"My lady," One of the knights called out to her. He was standing between her and the ensuing chaos of their tower. She could hear screams, both grown men and women yelling for help. There was torches and flashes of lights from halls, swords clashing together and shield brutally being smacked into breaking bones. "We need to go, the Frey's are attempting to get into the tower, we have them blocked but it won't last for long. We need to exit now with the servants, you run until you cannot. Do not turn back. Do not look for us, the both of you need to get away as fast as possible."

She looked at this boys face, he was so far from home, if he died there would be no proper burial and no formal goodbye. She stared at all of these men willing to die for her and nearly wanted to cry but instead swallowed thickly and placed a hand over his chest, nearly feeling his pounding heart. "I want to thank you for your services, if we don't make it out of here it was an honor to have all of you as my protectors."

The men looked at one another, something sparking within them both and Ser Briar stepped closer, "there is no need for a thanks, my Lady, your family has been entirely too kind this is our duty. Once we step out those doors you keep moving, we'll be with you as long as we can but never turn back. No matter what you hear, neither of you must look back."

Victoria found herself without words. Her hand gripped Elaine's cold one and nodded.

The both of them stepped aside and let her out, she gripped the hood of her jacket and placed it over her hair mirroring her handmaiden and the both began a quick walk.

Elaine led for the most part, Victoria kept her head down but she heard the sounds of men dying and swords clashing. Her blood ran cold the longer they walked.

She looked up to notice terrified servant faces running past her, and they began to run alongside, Elaine gripped tighter, "we need to follow the servants. There's another exit."

"FIND HER! SHE CANNOT LEAVE!" A voice echoed, and her steps nearly faltered. Heart beating she picked her pace up and kept her eyes forward.

"THERE! LOOK!" She heard another scream.

"CALL THE OTHERS!" The same voice as before screamed and she began to throw things behind her, she heard her two knights come to a stop behind her followed by clashing of swords.

They made it outside and Victoria bit her bottom lip, bodies were everywhere; some familiar, some not every body she witnesses was a Stark ally. Her hands clutched at the long dress in a futile effort to

"Victoria!" Elaine hisses and she pushed her lady forward, "we are almost there! Hurry!"

"I'm trying! I'm sorry!" Victoria said softly and looked forward once more. The towers of the twins came into view and she noted few people were places. It was so dark, she knew there was far more bodies around she had not seen. The screams of the dying began to lessen, and cheers became pronounced. Her breath was shaky, so much fear radiated within her but she continued, she couldn't give up. There was so much at stake her child, her family, and her people.

Her heart felt like it would come out and once they stopped running there was no doubt she would absolutely throw up everything she'd eaten for supper.

"It's almost—" Elaine was cut off by a blood curdling scream as someone crashed into her.

WARNING WARNING IF YOU WISH NOT TO CONTINUE READYING DUE TO TW PLEASE MESSAGE AT THIS MOMENT

Victoria was only able to release a breath as she froze before someone collided with her and she was knocked head first between the wall of the twins and this grotesque beast who'd attacked.

Her mind went foggy, warm trickles of blood suddenly ran down the side of her face, voices distorted she felt a warm breath at her neck. They beast closer into her body, pressing a firm hand between her breasts and stomach as they crushed her near them, she wiggled weakly.

"Walder!" A deep voice crept up her back. "I've got the pretty one, and she smells divine." As if to emphasize he leaned in once more, long nose pressed against her hair, "think I've won the maiden. Wonder if father will let me keep her."

"LET GO OF ME!" Elaine screamed, "my lady!"

"Olyvar!" The other one yelled back, he sounded angry and scuffles were heard. "You hear the Lannisters, they want her."

"They also said they didn't want a hair touched on this pretty head, fuck them." The man known as Olyvar spit out, he sounded drunk too. His words slurred and the right grip he held Victoria in told her he had no reign over his power or emotions. She felt her body fluttering, suddenly he yanked her from one way to the next and finally her back pressed against the walls, pieces sticking into her coat and she hisses in pain. She looked up at these face staring at her with lust, as the fog slowly lessened she took note of the face, large noice, protruding forehead, grotesque teeth, and thin lips smiling down as he held her.

"Let go of me," she said weakly and attempted to look around. "Where Elaine? Where is she?"

"Come now princess," he jokingly states, "should you be asking about your lovely King, how's he's doing right now? Or maybe you should ask about yourself? What do you think I'm going to do too you?"

"Let me go," she breathed and attempted to push, her arms were weak, breath faint. She didn't know entirely if the running had forced her lungs to burn or the putrid smell coming from the Frey man. "Let us go please, just let me see Elaine."

He frowned, suddenly not enjoying how she squirms and his finger dug into her skin, "not much fun are you, ain't all ya dornish women suppose to be wild? Maybe it's cause you've still got that Stark boy on your mind."

Victoria stilled, staring at him with a misfire of disgust and fear, suddenly from behind she heard a low chanting from a group of drunken men.

"The king in the north! The king in the north!" They changed loudly and with malice.

He noticed her intrigue instantly looking above her head and smiling when he caught site of the noise, his body turned slightly and she caught a glimpse of Elaine being held down. "Walder, bring the blonde bitch here, maybe if we show them they'll stop resisting."

He leaned down then, meeting Victoria at eye level just as Elaine was brought to the same waist level ledge Victoria was behind held against. Elaine was the first to see, her breath caught in her throat and she froze. Victoria could only look from the corner of her eyes as she braced herself. Olyvar smiled at her, "you're a stubborn one aren't ya? It's gonna be fun breaking you down."

He turned her in one quick scoop and pushed her against the wall so she could see.

Victoria attempted to scream, wail, so much as screech in pain but all that left her body was a shivering breath. It was Robb's body but Greywind's head, all mounted and tied together being strutted around like a prize. The drunken men carrying her loves body were chanting happily, proud of the massacre that had happened.

Suddenly she couldn't breathe, as if the force had left her body she felt her knees give and Olyvar hold her up. He laughed in her ear but it was like a distant echo, she couldn't breathe, the longer she stares it felt like everything caved down within her.

She wanted to die.

Her heart drummed in her ears, completely obliterating any other noise or even feeling. She could no longer care about Olyvar's wandering hands, or the way his hot breath trailed up her neck as he laughed loudly at her cries.

Elaine distantly screamed, "VICTORIA! Look at me! VICTORIA! Look away!"

She was stuck, watching as the man she loved and the father of her children was now nothing but a joke to these people and so was she now. Here she was a lady of a great house, with no friends, no family, and no trust left.

"SHUT UP GIRL!" Walder screamed and a loud slap followed by a short lived scream.

"That's enough, we don't want the princess to kill herself now do we. You can have your fun don't kill the blonde though." Olyvar pulled away for a moment from touching Victoria too look over at his half brother who had now pinned Elaine beneath him. "Do what you must but she should remain whole to present to father."

Elaine's soft groans and whimpers became a little clearer and Victoria blinked, she was finally dragged away to a darker corner a ways from her handmaiden.

"And you," Olyvar spoke, he dropped her and she landed on her knees, her legs groaned and she felt something shift near her calf but paid it no mind. Victoria couldn't remove the image of Robb dead, the thought of Ser Trout somewhere lying cold and lifeless, Lady Stark likely also dead, and Elaine now being assaulted. Olyvar flipped her around harshly, he was knelt over her. "Father wants you whole, but if I take your maidenhood your Uncles will have no choice to make me Lord of your castle. Don't worry, Love, you'll grow to like me. Now come here!"

Victoria blinked at him, she looked up, past the stones of the twins and into the sky, the white moon shown down on her and she prayed to be gone. She wanted to die here, to never allow her children the misfortune of touching this forsaken world. She had nothing too live for once they found out she was with a Stark children.

She thought of her dream, two beautiful kids smiling at her, and Robb's peaceful face.

Olyvar undid his belt and pulled his trousers done, his hands shoved her ankles towards him, he muttered something about the layers she wore and lifted his hand up her legs.

She saw Robb and their beautiful first child, how happy the babe looked with the father, how soon they could all be together.

And she remembered how Robb had said to run, perhaps it hadn't been a premonition but a warning from her dead love.

The dagger against her thigh shifted and suddenly she remembered there was a final way out. Noises suddenly pronounced themselves and her eyes took note of Olyvar's distraction, he was too busy unbuttoning her coat, her leg was hiked up. She reached forward, the man not noticing and in one final attempt at freedom she grasped the blade, unsheathed it from its strap and before the disgusting Frey could noticed stabbed him in the heart.

He choked, fingers tightening against her thighs for the briefest moments at a futile attempt to respond but lessened, Victoria twisted the knife the way Ser Trout has showed her and slashed to the side. She felt bones snap, and blood trickle from his mouth and from the open wound the blade that cur through skin and came out the side, he fell forward and Victoria took a deep breath. She looked up, there was blood coating her face and her heart hammered, but she focused on the bright stars, on the moon that now illuminated her path to freedom and she knew it was time to go finally. It was so cold but the blood was scalding hot and this large beast over her pressed into her chest.

From the distance she heard Walder let out a muffled scream, and the same sounds of stabbing repeated.

Victoria took a deep breath and shoved the heavy man off, her back hurt and she could barely breath but as she stood the sensation became more bearable.

Elaine was now up as well, the blond has blood coating most of her chest and her bottom lip was split but she slowly made her way over and looked at Victoria.

"Are you okay?" She said, holding the bloodied knife in one hand and examining the brunette in the other.

Victoria gripped her face, examining the cut, "I'm okay. He got you good."

"Yes well," Elaine looked back to the slumped body of her would be rapist. "I paid him back for that one."

Victoria felt like smiling, she'd survived this far, she could go a little farther. "We need to go."

Elaine looked around, her blue eyes were vibrant, "I hear horses, let's go."

Victoria turned back one last time to the vibrant fires of the red wedding and swallowed stiffly.

She made a vow in that moment, no matter how long it took, no matter how much money she needed and power she grasped, she vowed that every person involved in her strife and turmoil over the last few years would feel it tenfold.

She looked down at her hand and finally she said slowly, "fire and blood, I vow it too my ancestors."

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WOW, this took me so long to come up with. She survived tho. And yes this will go on into the later seasons, there will be a bit of a time jump after the next chapter. I had 2 other stories that would've accompanied this one but I think they will all come together here. I hope you liked it this far, and I hope you're excited to see where Victoria goes next!

-ASH🤍