­ ­ ‍𝑚͟𝑖͟𝑟͟𝑟͟𝑜𝑟 , ­ ­ ‍ 𝕸𝙸𝚁𝚁͜͡𝙾𝚁 .ᐟ ‍

the lion, she’s gold, she’s so much more..

scared.” Her grin sharpened. Teasing. Prodding. Provoking. “Or do they not let their sweet little lioness out past the gates? I’ll be in the city a few more days. And don’t bother sending guards. Those armored fools aren’t half quick enough.”

" I thought I saw a snake. " , the younger mumbled crouching down into the dirt. Reaching out to part tall grass , and move small plant limbs.

felt… comforting. “Apart from missing you, leaving King’s Landing from time to time makes me feel good and liberated.”

He accepted the cup his sister offered with a smile and leaned back into the wooden chair, furs gathered around him. “As a matter of fact, I do, my dear Jacella. I thought I could bore you with the stories of my knightly adventures.”

She could tell all of them, they have plenty of time. Poor Uncle Kevan. What happened to him this time? I know he suffers because of his children.

Brilliant. And perhaps she could mention the newest rumors? He’s been away from the court drama.