ₒₙ ₘᵧ 𝐇͟𝐎͟𝐍͟𝐎͟𝐑͟ ˖ ݁

I'm sorry I worried you, my love.

mother .ᐟ

Were you worried?

And he loves you, my lady. Never doubt that.

. . . Is your husband being a fool, my lady?

That man has to be in there, somewhere.

Your words are true, my lady. No need to apologize. But hearing them out loud saddens me.

. . . My lady.

What happened to the man I knew, I wonder.

I thought he'd grow wiser. All that's grown is his belly.

Thinking about the day I pushed bran out the window… & how he interrupted a great shag. Honestly, still fuming about it.

see, i keep falling for the future after tripping on the past, and i am always tearing sutures out to make the anguish last like it defines me.

They all come from the same source: The king.

𝓼𝘩̳𝘦̳ 𝖉̼𝖗̼𝖊̼𝖆̼𝖒̼𝖙̼ 𝓈𝒽͜͡𝑒 𝕤𝕒𝕥 ᵗ ʰ ᵉ 𝕴͙𝐑̲𝐎̲𝐍̲ 𝕿͙𝙷̳𝚁̳𝙾̳𝙽̳𝙴̳ , 𝘩𝘪͜͡𝘨𝘩 ᵃᵇᵒᵛᵉ 𝔱𝔥𝔢͜͡𝔪 𝐀̼𝐋̼𝐋̼ .

Splitting headache. Sour mood.

Hm, surely. . . ( Slow and deliberate steps were made to close the distance between them. ) Are you cold, my lady?

Are you sure? I could be more. . . You know.