•I am just a minstrel, a lute in my hands; Sung from the Wall to the warm, Dornish sands...• GoT/ASOIAF OC RP, 21+ Modern // Mance Rayder #ASongOfSurvival
Promise me, she had cried, in a room that smelled of blood & roses. Promise me, Ned. The fever had taken her strength & her voice had been faint as a whisper, but when he gave her his word, the fear had gone out of his sister’s eyes. Ned remembered the way she had smiled then.