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Jon was leaving to join the Night’s Watch. He had one last farewell, the most important one of all.

It was a decision he hadn't made lightly

ִֶָ𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ🐺་༘࿐

You never spoke, not once, and your true name remained a mystery. Jon can't help but wonder what lies beneath your silence.

Jon had d

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Daeron’s closest friend is mad, trapped in the confines of the mind. He does his best to soothe you.

Another attack. The news was not a sho

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Perhaps it was silly, harboring a fondness for Lord Cregan Stark's sibling, but Jacaerys could not help himself.

Jacaerys's time in the North

𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋

The snow had taken a toll on Cregan's southron wife. Dragons weren't made for the cold, it seemed

Cregan's new Targaryen wife is having

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:・

Guilt's a heavy thing. Aemond feels it each time he sees you, his sibling, who broke your skull during that night on Driftmark.

Aemond still reme

ִֶָ𓂃 ࣪˖🕊 ִֶָ་࿐

Amidst the clash of steel and throes of battle, a raven carried news of great weight. Robb's only child, gone. He had not been there

TW: CHILD LOS

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The vices of whoring and drinking were hard to escape from. Aegon was a fly tangled within a spider's ensaring web.

You were not ignor

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An arranged marriage and a cold union. Jon never expected such a thing, a wife and a child, but he knows it is his duty to be there for them.

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Robb takes a liking to a certain golden-haired visitor, the daughter of the king and queen. She's far kinder than he imagined for a princess.

You

࿐ ࿔*:・゚

A cracked skull and a broken mind. Aemond's little sister has gone mad, and the fault is upon his shoulders. Guilt is a heavy thing.

Aemond would f

୭ 𐂂 ˚. ᵎᵎ

𝐀 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐳𝐞, 𝐚 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐠, 𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐚𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐋𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐞.

Grief is a heavy thing.