@SHALLBEHISWIFE “the skin is torn, but i don’t think you’ll need stitches. a proper lecture on the other hand is a different manner to discuss.”
he teased as the cloth soaked in alcohol touched the wound. gently, carefully.
the camp had settled into an uneasy silence, the fires burning low beneath a sky heavy with stars. robb wandered its edge alone, the weight of crown and war left behind for a fleeting moment as he looked out across the darkness.
@DlVlNEVlOLENCE
the crackle of the fire was the only sound between them for a time. robb rested one hand against the pommel of his sword, studying the queen with the same patience he’d reserve for an uncertain battlefield.
“your brother is safe, if that’s your main —
@wintershonor “stop that nonsense. they all still look at us as if we’re a pack of bickering children with no guidance and swords. it doesn’t matter who did we kneel to.”
robb noticed. war was coming to an end but were they going to be alive to see it?