#281 ac

[x-winging-it]

The memory came creeping upon him in the darkness, as vivid as a dream. It was the year of the false spring, and he was eighteen again, down from the Eyrie to the tourney at Harrenhal. He could see the deep green of the grass, and smell the pollen on the wind. Warm days and cool nights and the sweet taste of wine

Eddard XV, Game of thrones

Ned x Robert

@asoiafrarepairs - rare pair week: Day 1 "false spring"