𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒆 ( @ofashandichor )
𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒌𝒆𝒆𝒑.
bronwyn filled with a genuine unease, growing concerned with the lack of apparent safety measures in lannisport. two days before the citywatch found them all! two days in which lady lysa tully might have lived. a terrible way to meet one's fate, although from a rebel brood. still, that did not erase the two decades and some odd years she had simply been an innocent youth. “a tully. dead.” disbelief paints her as the lady dowager shakes her head in disappointment. “the late king — mother hold him — would be rolling in his pyre. where is the mercy in sparing them if the small folk will take matters into their own hands? preposterous.”