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ɪɪ﹒ '𝘴even kingdoms 𝘶͟𝘯͟𝘪͟𝘵͟𝘦͟𝘥͟ ᶤ͟ᶰ͟ fear of tywin l𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳﹒

Nothing, my Lord. Surely there is more important things to turn your attention toward than my needs.

@ Tywin

you look so much like your mother in certain lights.

⠀⠀⠀˛ le cœur a ses raisons que la raison ne connaît point . ՙ

⠀ 𝑦𝗈𝗎 always were too kind with your words, Tywin. Even when you swore you weren't.

there were all of his sins, staining his hands red. he licked his fingers clean, and found that they tasted of his own blood.

⠀ ⠀𝑎𝗇𝖽 yet? I recall no vows that named you my gaoler. A husband may guide, yes —but 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘭𝘦? Perhaps it is you who needs reminding what it means to keep a lioness in your arms. ⠀

⠀ ⠀𝑠𝗁𝖾’𝗌 lying. ⠀

you will always be in my heart, in my mind, and in your grave.

Not saying a word she leaves a tray of food on his table for him to break his fast, bread, eggs and tea. He can request any other thing and she'll run to the kitchens to get it.