❝ ᴛʜᴇ ғɪɴᴇsᴛ ᴋɴɪɢʜᴛ ɪ ᴇᴠᴇʀ sᴀᴡ ᴡᴀs sᴇʀ ᴀʀᴛʜᴜʀ ᴅᴀʏɴᴇ, ᴡʜᴏ ғᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ʙʟᴀᴅᴇ ᴄᴀʟʟᴇᴅ ᴅᴀᴡɴ, ғᴏʀɢᴇᴅ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ᴏғ ᴀ ғᴀʟʟᴇɴ sᴛᴀʀ. ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴄᴀʟʟᴇᴅ ʜɪᴍ: ᴛʜᴇ sᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏʀɴɪɴɢ.❞

— 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋 — [ ♥ ] for random [ ᴅᴍ ] for plotted

“Fuckin’ Stark better keep his distance from my sister.”

He better, otherwise his fist will be rather interested on his pretty face.

He has returned.

—;

These ironborn need a lesson on fucking manners.

Nothing a few broken teeth can’t solve.

Sadly, I think your seaweed brain wouldn’t recognize them even if you got them shoved up your ass. So I will only ask you to limit your tongue in front of the queen.

Just mark my words, squib. I don’t make second warnings.

The knight drew Dawn from its scabbard. The milkglass Valyrian blade just a few inches from the pirate’s neck skin. “You are lucky Her Grace has use for you. Otherwise you’d be short of a head. Perhaps I can’t kill you but next time I’ll knock your teeth off your mouth.”