#asnwered.

Every day he thanked the Old Gods for the beauty that was his wife. Jorjayna was an eager, clever young woman and she always found new ways to surprise him - intentional or not. She had surprised him in his study this time when she had been wearing a thin robe and straddling him. He took it as a hint that he had been spending far too much time in here alone for too long. "What a sight for sore eyes you are," he murmured, hands resting on her hips. "There is no greater beauty in the whole North."

@gachcuid : "Feel free to touch, darling. It's all yours."

The Gods – the old and the new – must have cursed her, punishing her for her sins.  There was no other explanation for why she was still alive when she had lost almost all of her family.  Her husband, her sons, possibly her daughters as well – why was she still alive?  If only she could trade her life for her childrens’ lives, she would do it in a heartbeat.  Catelyn was lost in her thoughts and almost didn’t hear her son’s wife when she spoke out loud.

“This is all like some sort of terrible dream. But it’s real, isn’t it?”    Talisa ( @burnnouts ) asked.

She wanted to laugh.  Everything had felt like a terrible dream ever since the King had come to Winterfell.  If only he had never come to take Ned away, all of them could still be safe at home.  How many nights had she dreamed of this?  She was tired, she was broken, but still it seemed like she had no time to let herself fall.    “It is more than real,”    she confirmed quietly, not looking at the younger woman. Catelyn wasn’t sure what she’d do if she looked at her just yet.  A part of her wanted to scream at her, blaming her for this loss.  If she had never crossed Robb’s path, no oath would have been broken.  He could still be alive.  And yet she knew her son’s feelings to be true and knew this woman had made him happy.  How could she hate her for that?    “I would have chosen to wake up a long time ago had this merely been a terrible dream. He is gone. They all are.”    The last part came out as merely a whisper, meant to be heard by no one but herself.

gosh :/ I don’t know who to pick :/ :/ :/ ig I have to go with kaylee bryant

ʟᴀᴛᴇ ɴɪɢʜᴛ ʀᴀᴍʙʟɪɴɢꜱ@agentmorse ( not accepting. )

 ----------   reaching out, nana simply patted her head, not feeling the need to say so much right now. she knew and understood where the others came from, how they felt, but it was also very one - sided. there would always be multiple parts to a single story, different perspectives, and sometimes those others are ignored for the need to keep something simple. 

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