#boleigh

[s38s73r]

Iron Age antiquities of West Cornwall: Merry Maidens stone circle & Tregiffian entrance grave

[bowen-black]

Waiting on a cliff

It was another dark night in King’s Landing, it seems like the stars have decided to leaves them for the second time on the row. Bowen had already finish his time but it was too hot to sleep and he didn’t had anyone to go to a tavern and get drunk with, Leo was probably sleeping with Rhae and Ryon was still on Winterfell. He shook his head at the thought of missing his lover’s husband, but truth was that he missed that man that weirdly enough had become his friend over all thought.

Bowen sighed, thinking of Ryon immediately became thinking of Caileigh, he hasn’t heard from her in a long time now, he wonder if she was okay, how she looked around the cold snow of the north. He kept lost in his thought to even realized he has past the corridor for his chambers, instead the bearded man found himself in the highest point of the White Sword Tower, it was a perfect place to look outside to the sea.

He sat on the window with his feet ganging outside the castle and just looked at the horizon, memories of the Wall came back, he just to sat on the corner of the wall and look at the white mountains when the fog was kind to him, the view have definitely changed, but the feeling was still the same. He felt like there was a part of him missing only this time he knew exactly where it was and yet he couldn’t do anything to recover it. He sighed once again and whispered to the wind. “Good night, pretty doe.”