THE DAYS WERE LONG & THE NIGHTS LONGER ; eddard stark could never find a moment’s peace within walls he once found quiet comfort in. there were always DULL duties to tend to, taxes to enforce, laws to uphold. he still feels the burden of his title, just more than a year old now, even though he had cast the ornate furs to the side --- his boots, caked with snow & mud, lie not far either. tonight, he takes his dinner late, AS HE DOES MOST DAYS. it is nothing against his sons or his wife, but everything against himself. he still feels like he’s nothing more than a paperweight in a mold he could not fill, 𝚃𝙷𝙸𝚂 𝚆𝙰𝚂 𝙷𝙸𝚂 𝙱𝚁𝙾𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚁’𝚂 𝙿𝙻𝙰𝙲𝙴, 𝙽𝙾𝚃 𝙷𝙸𝚂 --- the hot plate placed before him looks as pitiful as he feels. but when he hears soft footsteps in the hall, he allows NONE of his concern to weigh on his brow or gaze.
❝ catelyn ? ❞ his voice soft & gentle, matching his equally amiable smile. all cautionary, EVEN AWKWARD, but never ingenuine. ❝ i’m sorry if i woke you, my lady, i will join you soon. today was more . . . hectic than usual. ❞
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