Not happening. Both of them are staying in the North. x.com/OutOfLemonCake…

Pats her niece's head. "It's almost cute that you think you get a say." x.com/OutOfLemonCake…

"Not really, no. They seem pretty content." x.com/OutOfLemonCake…

"He's your family, whether you or your mother like it or not. Straighten your act out." She replies, only slight harshness in her tone. x.com/OutOfLemonCake…

"That one was very close to being /my/ daughter." Thankfully, for Sansa, the gods had other plans.

"Did your parents not tell you?" x.com/OutOfLemonCake…

What kind of rock does Ned have these kids living under?

Well, fuck. "Your mother was... kinda... supposed to marry me before your dad." x.com/OutOfLemonCake…

|| See the floor? I'm in it. Laughing hysterically.

Her face is completely straight. Not a trace of joking to be seen. "Afraid so." x.com/OutOfLemonCake…

|| That PTSD

Crawls into Lʏᴀʀʀᴀ Sᴛᴀʀᴋ' bed, curling under her mother's blanket for that grounding comfort that only comes from a mother.

The Dornish Blush. Gorgeous.

You know that's not gonna happen. Not with you blushing so sweetly.

Do you really wanna do all that?

Branda, internally: "Arthur is gonna try to kick my ass."

Oh, so that's how it's gonna be?

"Love? Heh..." sweats

Oh come on. You don't need a sword. Not against little ole me.

Branda is now concerned about the need to use a sword on her.