They didn't speak of the North and all that had went on inside its borders.
For some reason or another it seemed akin to treason. To speak of kinder places, warmer halls, gentler people. And yet they also didn’t speak of the war, for a different reason entirely. Because it had been fought and because it had been won. By those who had not the right to hold banners, to hear the cries for their name, the cheers, and the clamours.
During those five years, King Rhaegar hadn’t mattered, and all his wives - the ones that had been and those that were yet to be - hadn’t made a difference.
a shield of silence, a sword of hope, by Sadhippie
















