𝑮 𝒀 𝑫 𝑨

ᅠ 𝙲𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚘𝚗 — both in tooth and claw, gisla’s act of devotion to father and paris, echoed over the plains of her heart. ❛ i aspire for my understanding of steel to be as intrinsic as my backbone. ❜ she states with conviction. —

" Morning , Gyda. "

— ❛ are you certain? ❜ meticulously cared for fingers — willowy and thin, graze the cape’s embroidery. a fine shade of authoritative blue and gold trim slides off her shoulders reluctantly but with little argument. ❛ though it pains me greatly, i will remove my cape. ❜

"That loose tongue of yours may spread as much poison as you wish but Kingslanding is our home. It will be your head that's removed next if my Uncle hears of the piss that's coming from your mouth." She quipped back, not the least bit interested in entertaining this any longer. -

♛⁣ : ooc Same here, but why were you scared I wouldn't write with me?! 😭 I'm a gentle bean.

♛⁣ : ooc I’m excited to write with you as well. Thank you for the compliment. Since I've been off this account for a while, I wasn't sure about Gisla. Thank you for the recharge. 🩷😁

ᅠ ❛ i require knowledge beyond ... ‘sticking them with the pointy end’.❜ then gisla’s gaze softens, drifting lazily down a river of memories when she reflects. ᅠ ❛ after my last encounter with captivity, self preservation is paramount. ❜ —

♛⁣ : ooc It's been a pleasure writing with you. Thank you for giving my Gisla the opportunity as well.

"Again, stupidity. Your words have just proven everything I've said. The North seems to be crowded with brain dead fools. Hardly surprises me that good old Ned Stark lost his head." Shoulders were rolled in a delicate shrug, seemingly free of any sympathy for the man — or her -

"Oh, you stupid thing." She clicked her tongue in a scolding fashion, a shake of her head following suit. "Power isn't measured in physical strength but in what you can do to impact the great game. You're a toy soldier at best, people like you fall every single day."