weirwood dead branches were heard with every step she took, fingers toyed at necklaces before feet came to a stop—eyes landed on @winteredwolf’s back.
“ my lord. ” gentle tone, hands lowered onto stomach as smile appeared across lips. “ maester luwin said i’ll find you here. ”
quietly she stood up from the seat, eyes wondered to him with the smallest smile on lips — robb laid at bed, at peace. her sweet babe. “ i would love that my lord. ” cat approached her son and adjusted fur covers, fingers pushed strands of deep auburn hair away from face +̳
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the 𝖜𝐨𝐥𝐟 𝖇𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝, my father used to call it. lyanna had a touch of it, and my brother brandon more than a touch.
it brought them both
to an 𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑙𝑦 𝑔𝑟𝑎𝑣𝑒.
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