The noise painted a sleepy little grin to his features so easily, hidden against the warmth of her skin where his face was pressed into the crook of her neck, stubbornly refusing to move.

Maybe? Not enough.

You're insufferable. Fine.

Grand words for a boy so young. Perhaps he ought to grow himself some facial hair first before attempting to throw around threats he's incapable of carrying out.

Hardly a bearable morrow when duty calls for him so early, even less pleasant when it's for a cunt like Walder Frey.

°•☆ ‍ ‍* ‍ᵒᶠ ‍𝖘𝐚𝐥𝐭 ‍﹠ ‍ 𝒊𝖗𝖔𝖓 .ᐟ ‍ ‍

The women in this family are something else, entirely.