﹙ starter for @ofironandice ﹚ " and . . . what does that require of me? " lyswyle questions, palm upon the hilt of her sword. the sword itself was dug into the ground, intrigue still showing over her features as she inquired quietly.

" i require rest. . . don't forget to put out the flames of the fire before you rest. " and lyswyle is off to sleep, sword always close by and bed feeling awfully cold in loneliness.

||: i have been so busy and so mentally drained lately, i apologize for my absence.

||: question, has anyone gotten a copyright strike for using hotd media on twitter? i just had my edit on insta taken down by warner bros... so i was wondering if y'all have seen it happen to media here too?

words haunted lyswyle's tongue but this was not the north -- words harsh or cold here could mean her demise. especially as a lowly knight. " was something required of me, my queen or may i return to my post? "

there's a soft sigh that slips from slightly parted lips.

🙢 𝖀𝐩𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝕾𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝕮𝐚𝐥𝐥 please give this tweet a ( like ) if you would like to receive either a gif or a prompt starter as an interaction. please retweet this to help spread the word!

a soft scream flowed from her lips as nightmares pushed up from the dreams she was having. sitting up quickly, hands flowed back through the warrior's hair. gaze settled down at her lap as she allowed herself to realize where she was... realize that she was safe.

||: this is open to anyone. any era as well. i can make it work. please respond! i'll either reply tonight or tomorrow!

and i never would have been in this much pain.