The light glistened in the prince's eyes, and for a heartbeat one of them shone a different hue. It felt as if the gods themselves had granted Dunk one chance to fight for Baelor, as he had promised. "Perhaps I was fated to die for him after all", he thought. #akotsk
как только я вылечу свою тревогу, бессонницу, дефицит железа, хроническую мигрень, низкую мотивацию, страх близости, страх быть отвергнутой, страх одиночества, синдром самозванца, низкую самооценку и боль в спине, вам всем пиздец