* 𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐋𝐈𝐍

who will survive and what will be left of them?

⠀ ⠀❛ 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝚃𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙺 𝙸’𝙼 𝙵𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙶 ⠀⠀⠀𝚃𝙷𝙸𝚂 𝚆𝙰𝚁 𝚂𝙾 𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚈’𝙻𝙻 𝚂𝙸𝙽𝙶 ⠀⠀⠀𝚂𝙾𝙽𝙶𝚂 𝙰𝙱𝙾𝚄𝚃 𝙼𝙴 .ᐣ ─┈ ⠀⠀⠀ 𝙸 𝚆𝙰𝙽𝚃 𝚃𝙾 𝙶𝙾 ⠀＊ 𝙷𝙾͟𝙼͟𝙴. ⠀

He accepts her arm eagerly and joins her. "Lead the way, my love."

That made Edmure chuckle, his cheeks also blushing slightly. "Really? Right now? Come on, let's go!"

He might have had an inkling of what she wanted, but he asked again to confirm. "Perhaps more? Like..."

He let an eyebrow raise at her question. "What would you like to do there?"

"I was very busy, I'm sorry." He kissed those lips of hers with the same gentleness. "But now I'm here to do whatever you desire."

"Now I'm feeling better." He gives her a gentle kiss on her cheek.

There she is! And here he is wrapping his arms around her. "Hello!"

Happy New Year from the Lord and Lady of the Riverlands! Speaking of, where is Roslin?

You wound me with your words. Though, this conversation is rather pointless you can threaten all you want you have no power here, and if you want to keep making a fool of your self and new husband . please by all means do.

“You talk so disrespectfully to me, breaks my heart”

“You don’t understand. And I forgive you for that daughter.”

“And you think they did it out of the kindness of their heart?!! I paid them.. The house must live on.”

Do you really think I was not there? Who do you think check in on you at night?! Making sure you were all there and well rested., Who do you think made sure you had food to grow?!! A roof over your head!! Did I hold your hand your entire life?!! No but I made sure you raised

Then let's go!

Oh... Well... Shall we actually get married for real? The Sept is all decked out.

He does? We're wed already?

Oh no...