how humorous. to know the future king of the seven kingdoms is so easily toyed with

he takes himself quite seriously.. i fear if he does not smile soon his face will permanently hold its frown

if you carried around a head that weighs as much as his, i'm sure your back would bend as well.

i've heard a woman's thoughts, especially one as lovely as you, are weightless. as though they and she could float on air.

is it the climate that wishes to see my flame extinguished or it's liege lord?

you do not command them and yet you speak for them?

and the gods have not condemned me. that is your doing and your doing alone.

you are quite the meddler, lord stark.

.... it seems we find ourselves in a stalemate.

is your doorstep not my fathers? and by extension my own?

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feeling quite faint, she grips the 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫’𝐬 shoulder to steady herself.

good morrow, uncle.

i, as well as the realm, have seen better days.

thankful the pup had been near, helaena allowed him to ease her into a chair, the fires crackling in the hearth warming her frigid bones. "no need to fuss, little one.. a dragon is not meant for the north's cold, is all."

soft hands wring together before lifting to her mouth, blowing warm air against them. "oh, -" she began but found herself imagining her own young son. "to ask your father a favor-"