─ Iʋαɾ .

Arya kissed....you? Hm, I didn't realize the two of you were that close.

"𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘧𝘰𝘰𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭, 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘥𝘳𝘶𝘯𝘬𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘦."

"𝘙𝘩𝘢𝘦𝘨𝘢𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘷𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺, 𝘙𝘩𝘢𝘦𝘨𝘢𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘣𝘭𝘺, 𝘙𝘩𝘢𝘦𝘨𝘢𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘺. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘙𝘩𝘢𝘦𝘨𝘢𝘳 𝘥𝘪𝘦𝘥."

Was it not? May I ask what happened? The last I heard, you and Arya were on good terms.

—— 𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘯𝘦𝘹𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐄 . 𝘚𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘦 ... 𝘐 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝐁𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 .

porcelain skin & golden eyes.

"Sail west, not east. Leave the little queen to her olives and seat Prince Aegon upon the Iron Throne. The boy has stones, give him that."

“Kill the boy, Jon Snow. Winter is almost upon us. Kill the boy and let the man be born.”

"Ser Harrold Hardyng looked every inch a lord-in-waiting; clean-limbed and handsome, straight as a lance, hard with muscle. Men old enough to have known Jon Arryn in his youth said Ser Harrold had his look."

Well, it's nice to see you too, Ivar.

you live inside me， the same way i live inside you. a mobius strip， a snake always swallowing its own tail. mutually assured destruction， or mutual deification. mutual consumption. i will be the house that holds every part of you.

She was struggling now earnestly, gasping for air as she refrained from kicking at him, the least she’d do to anger him, the better it would be for her. “ don’t— just for—get I did this “

The wheeze that left her lips was full of desperation as she clawed at his hand, willing it to release. “ bet—- a be—-t” she croaked, eyes stinging with tears she was unwilling to shed.

Ah. There he is. One problem solved. Two more created. She treaded closer. “Not much—- just” could this be her famous last words?. Damn you Ubbe and damn you Maggie. She lowered herself, pushing his mug aside, her resolved gaze meeting his+

Pspspspsps Ivar. Pspspspsps there are some places to conquer and people to torture