𝙵𝙴𝙰𝚃𝚄𝚁𝙸𝙽𝙶 : cregan stark ╱ @disfunctie . 𝚃𝙸𝙼𝙴 + 𝙻𝙾𝙲𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽 : third day of the feast, hallway within dragonstone.
“ a firmer grasp on the hilt may prove to be more helpful in gouging your eyes out, brother. ” the tease had been accompanied by features pulling up into a slight smirk, as alyssa had been graced with the sight of cregan twirling his trusted blade within his hand. taking a seat beside him upon the bench, she finally allowed tense shoulders to fall — the strain of being forced to utter such pleasantries to people who did not deserve them in the slightest, finally catching up to her. “ it feels as if we’re here to be toyed with. father only cares about keeping the peace … i wonder how peaceful we’ll all be without our heads, or turned to ash from dragonfire. ” humming softly, shoulders would rise and fall in a soft shrug. “ which would be the more unfavorable way to go ? ”