#theyoungxwolf

[aladysweapon]

@theyoungxwolf

Cecily had believed it would be fun, joining her cousin and his family on their journey to the North, but sadly the lady had underestimated the northern cold. The young woman was standing in a hall of Winterfell, fur wrapped around her shoulders. "I fear I will be frozen solid before we ride south again...", Cecily mumbled quietly, more to herself than anyone else.

[aladysweapon]

@theyoungxwolf

Leonette greeted the man with a quick curtsy, as she entered the tent. "King Renly excuses himself, he is still at an important gathering and will attend to you as soon as it is over. Until then, he has asked me to keep you company, if there is anything you need, please just say so."

[snowmcid]

@theyoungxwolf asked: “do you even remember what it felt like to be happy?”

------- I hope this reaches her in time

“Of course I do.” she said softly, pale eyes flickering over his face. “I remember Winterfell, I remember Mother’s smile, I remember Father’s tales by the fire.” Her gaze fell to her hands then, a deep breath rattling something deep inside her. “I remember summer snows and stolen lemon cakes. I remember yelling at Arya and watching you, Jon, and Theon sparring in the yard.” 

Maybe that made it worse - remembering all the good she’d once had, and knowing she would never have it again. “We have to find a new happy, don’t we?”

[nottobecrossed]

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[oathkeeperwench]

Podrick, Sansa, and Jaime

send 3 names and my muse will tell you which of those people they like the most

Brienne paused as she considered. “Since we are going with like, and not love, I’d have to choose Lady Sansa.”

[princesncw]

is there a song that reminds you of your muse?

i always listen to THIS song before i get to my writing !! 

[hefzyisback]

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Hefzy raised her eyebrow, that certainly was not the answer that she was expecting, though it was more than pleasing to hear him talking to her like that “I am not sure if the stories that i would be able to tell you are pleasant to hear, i’m afraid” And that was nothing but the true. It was not until she could reach him and find herself under the protection of his wing that the redhead allowed herself to feel happy, to feel safe. But prior to that, well, life was not exactly kind with that woman.

Smile upon her face, she nodded, taking the cup he so kindly offered. “If a game is what my king would like to have then i shall gladly play it. Let’s see” She took a sip from the wine and closed her eyes, thinking for a second.

“Once upon a time there was a princess. They said her hair was made of actual fire and she held the ocean in her eyes. Graceful as a deer on the run. Her father was the all mighty king and everyday he would spend time with her, teaching her the ways of his kingdom, whilst her mother taught her the arts of seduction. Her life was not as perfect as she wanted it to be though. The King decided to trade the love of her mother for the arms of power, he had other children, kids that didn’t hold his resemblance, but had his power, and left the princess behind. One fine day, the great king decided to go on a hunt, and thanks to the intricate conspiracy of his knew wife, he died in a suspicious accident. The young prince, her so called sibling then decided that her life was not one worth living, and with a grasp of his claws he took everything away from her. Her home, her mother, her name. And so she left the city and found her way into the woods. Right when she thought there was no hope for her a young wolf came on her way. And instead of digging his fangs on her as she thought he would do, the wolf tried to protect her and welcomed her into his pack. The two of them eventually became good friends. It didn’t take long before she realized that the queen had taken just as much from him as she did from her, and so she decided to return to her city, and give the queen what she deserved, make justice for the young wolf that she held so dearly in her heart.”

In a single movement she finished her cup of wine. “In that story i told something true, something false and something that i wish would happen. Can you tell those apart your grace?”

[sixthofhisname]

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༺✧༻ Jon spared his brother a withering look at the self-assured offer of mercy, pushing back with all his weight against the forward charge, his footing slipping a bit on the dust-strewn floor. “You’d like that wouldn’t you? If I’d make it easy on you,” he grunted, stumbling a little when they retreated from their lock of swords but regaining his footing quickly enough, sword at the ready. 

  The offer to start again would hardly have time to be answered when Robb was lunging at him, testing his reflexes, and the Seven be kind Jon had jumped back at the swipe just in time for it to miss his middle. But there would be no counting of his blessings, for just as surely as the wooden sword had missed his belly it had caught the piece of twine that held up his trousers, snapping it with a twang and sending the garment pooling around his boot-ankles. 

  Both boys stared at each other for a moment awestruck before Jon turned a brilliant shade of scarlet, knowing by the way that mischievous mouth curled at the corners and spread wide on his face Robb would not be letting him off easy on this one. 

  “Oh shut it, that was a lucky swing!” he spat back, dropping his wooden sword and frantically gathering his pants back up ‘round his waist, “if I hadn’t lost my good belt...-” he trailed off, scowling at the scene his brother was drumming up on the floor, though he couldn’t stay mad for long — Robb’s joy was infectious.

  “At least I’ve somethin’ worth singin’ about — which is more then they’ll be able to say for you when I’m done with ye’,” he retorted with measured indignation used to cover hints of a smirk tugging at his lips. ༺✧༻