——. 𝚖𝚘𝚘𝚍𝚢 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐.

Adjusts crown.

Catches it in his hands. “Sansa —“ he brooded.

Hands a cloth.

Half smile. “You’re welcome.”

Raises a brow. “Nothing — nothing at all.” Nods. “Was there, something I could do for you, M’Lady?”

He adjusted the crown back on his head. Pulling a few strands of curly hair behind his ears. “What has you in such a mood?”

“A friend?” His pale eyes glanced, a thick brow raising above his head. “I can ask one of the bakers to make you more if you’d like?”

He nodded with a smile. Looking around — he tried his best to get use to the whole ‘king’ thing. “You’ve — lived here longer than I ‘ave.” He sighed. “Who should I ask to ask the baker..?”

”Luckily —— we are south.” He mentioned. Stepping out of the room for a small moment.

stares in reining king.

/ new layout time. and transparent icon.

He awkwardly shuffled back into the room. “I asked a guard — I think we’ll get a tray soon.”

there were fucking zombies my dude.

it’s dark and cold and i left sansa in charge okay.

blah.

// 👀

coughs. h e l l o.

—. 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐜 𝐫 𝗼 𝐰.

—.