ˋ ◞ * @nrthwild . 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 . ⤷ 𝑖𝑛 𝘩𝑖𝑠 𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡𝑟𝑦 , 𝑑𝑒𝑎𝑡𝘩 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑏𝑒 𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑑 .
𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐄 𝐀 𝐖𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐀 𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐘𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍 . no amount of honest understanding can help her cope , no prayers to the crone can give her wisdom as to why . the petty squabbles of men at warm compelled her to marry , as it soon drove her to being a widow . she sits , sullen in front of tormund . she torn from her son and he from his daughters .
“ 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚖𝚎 . ” she whispers , reaching out in a way that would have made her so scared not too long ago . roslin puts her hand on his knee . “ how painfully , beautifully kind it can seem . ”
