#thread: winter winds

[lionessofstone-blog]

Winter Winds;; for rxbb

Tywin Lannister was dead. Tyrion Lannister had disappeared.

Joffrey was to marry a Tyrell--it was all too much for her.

Some nights she left the comfort of her room and wandered in the Godswood. In place of soldiers, Grey Wind would keep watch when she left the confines of her 'home'. Even the hearttree was enough to provide some comfort, yet when she stripped her shoes off so that she could sink them into the hot springs, she felt as if she'd be encased in ice.

❝ Vicious as you can be, you're the only company I have. ❞ She'd seen what a wolf could do to its pray--surely Robb's had maimed its fair share of soldiers and thieves.

❝ What use is being alive? T'is not as if I was able to change anything. The Seven seem to wish for me to be broken. I never wanted to play a role in this fool's game, yet now what choice do I have? My own son murdered him, Grey Wind--my son.❞ Joanna didn't even bother to look away from the direwolf when she began to cry. Her body leaned against the trunk of a tree as she stared up at sky. ❝ There is no joy in life, is there? Only pain and suffering--everything else is a lie. ❞

[myratyce]

Winter Winds || Myra and ?

     Carriage rides were by no means something Myra favored. She was far more inclined to ride off on her own, the freshness of the air gusting by her, wind whipping her hair around were it not tied up. And should she not have acknowledged the necessity of her personal affects and the importance of a certain image, she might have easily opted to take her stallion. Perseus had not been out for a ride in at least a week and she knew she'd much prefer to venture out with him rather than on one of the horses in Winterhaven. They knew each other, there was something to be said for that.

     Still, upon arriving in the chill of the North, Myra reconsidered her desire to ride up. She would not be properly dressed for the climate until settled in where they set her up and it was a far harsher climate than that of Queensgarden. While she would still opt to go out on rides and walks over huddling up in the castle, she knew there would be certain times where that would not be the fit thing to do. Myra was many things but not unwise.

     Winterhaven had a certain beauty to it that she would not see in Queensgarden, something she could appreciate for brief times. She looked forward to seeing Deston in a way very few did. Loathing was not something she considered bestowing upon the man until given reason to do so. Even if she had, this was meant to me a gathering of joy. Still, she found herself uncertain that Drago and Irene were really the most suitable pair, certainly not the wisest.

     But she did not refrain from smiling upon exiting into the chilled air, gazing about before setting foot into the castle, the cold perhaps just a little too much to handle at this very moment, even with all her grace.