Aug 3, 2015
"The room was so quiet..."
but he has learned,recently, that the quiet is fleeting—forthe clatter of swords still ricochets off the base of his skull, and screams offriend and foe alike still tar his ears (and some days, he feels they should be stitched shut—that he should escape thegnaw and shriek of the dying ). for thoughthe crown jilts upon his brow, and though body is lithe and accustomed to hisarmour, he has seen fifteen name days, and boystill drifts from tywin lannister’s tongue as though poison and spit. this—he doesn’twant to hear.
‘ get out. ’
