addressed to : serena karstark / @patriciers .
location : king’s landing .
since the roar was heard throughout the keep , rickard had been even more silent than usual — to the detriment of his wife . virtually unreachable , he had spent most of his time wondering what dragons would mean for the north . what they would mean for his family , and how foolish he had been to think even for a split second that the karstarks could become an island , a house that stood on its own and did not act as a disposable option for another . for however he resented the pages and pages of karstark names that had paid the iron price for the starks , rickard could not imagine serving another king . everything that he had begun to admit to himself that he believed was now floating in his mind aimlessly , and as much as he fought to hide it from serena as well as others , it was obvious in the way he was distracted from meals by troubling thoughts , the way he’d been restless under the moon’s glow for days now . he’s taken up post in the doorway to his wife’s chambers , guarding her from an invisible threat , one that he hadn’t been present to defend her from during the ball . “ my apologies , my lady . ” he mutters now , still formal with her after two years of marriage , placing his hands on her upper arms to gently rearrange the way they stand so that he is not so in her way , and she can pass through the threshold he’s haunted now for almost an hour , simply in thought .
