ᅠ ᅠ𝑺𝑵𝑶𝑾

ᅠ ᅠ kill the boy 𝐉𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐍𝐎𝐖, 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑 is almost upon us. ᅠ ᅠ

you linger, a shadow in the room, too vivid to ignore, too haunting to forget.

and when she laughs? someone’s ego just died quietly in the corner.

I AM A SWORD . TEMPERED IN FIRE AND BLOOD .

It's not been easy to sleep lately for her. She smiles and curls into the blankets. "Thank you."

She is exhausted.

Quirking a brow - He doesn't recall an audience, much less the likes of Snow being there. "Jumpy are we?" He's not about to test fate, however, and the fancy dagger finds its place in the scabbard at his side.

Effortlessly twirling around a dagger, humming a tune all the while.