#gentlewlf

𝙻𝙾𝙲𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽:  just  between  the  northern  camp  and  the  gates  of  king’s  landing. 𝙳𝙰𝚃𝙴:  second  seed,  300  a.c. 𝚆𝙸𝚃𝙷:  sansa  stark  (  @gentlewlf​​  ).

𝙷𝙴  𝙷𝙰𝚂  𝙲𝙾𝙼𝙴  𝚃𝙾  𝙱𝚄𝚁𝚈  𝙷𝙸𝚂  𝙵𝙰𝙽𝙶𝚂  𝙳𝙴𝙴𝙿  𝙸𝙽  𝚃𝙷𝙴  𝚂𝙸𝙽𝙴𝚆𝚂  𝙾𝙵  𝙻𝙸𝙾𝙽  𝙵𝙻𝙴𝚂𝙷.      he  will  break  and  maul,      rip  and  tear  until  the  war  is  won  ⁠—       so  much  like  brandon,      the  wolf  blood  coursing  violent  through  untamed  veins,      hot - tempered  and  vengeful  in  their  raze  of  lands,      their  boned - picked  littered  dead  which  shadow  the  valley.      but  where  the  wild  wolf  perished,      the  young  wolf  prevails.      southron  men  recoil  as  his  grey  wind  bristles,      direwolf  stalking  forth  at  sinistral  side.      robb  has  bore  witness,      time  and  time  again,      to  a  destrier’s  cranium  splintering  betwixt  teeth  much  akin  to  a  guillotine.      taller  than  man  on  stretched  haunches,      THEY  ARE  RIGHT  TO  DREAD  THE  KING  AND  HIS  BEAST.

Walking through the Red Keep didn’t feel like it used to, when Jeyne had just arrived in the capital. Long gone were the days where she would stroll around the corridors, glitter in her eyes, amazed at how beautiful everything looked. Now those walls only held the memories of the massacre that had happened following Eddard Stark’s arrest. A massacre in which her own father lost his life, leaving her with no family. Even though the northmen were gone, she had been allowed to stay in King’s Landing as Sansa’s lady-in-waiting, a courtesy of the king — as if she wanted to be here. 

Oh she wished she was far away from this place. Why would she want to be here, among the people who killed her father ? However she was realistic, she knew she could never make it back to Winterfell on her own and most importantly, she couldn’t leave Sansa here on her own. It’s not like she could do anything to help her, but she could act as moral support for her best friend. And it was the reason why she was walking though the Red Keep right know, she hoped to find Sansa in her chambers. She finally reached the redhead’s door under the watchful eyes of a guard posted not too far away.

Softly, she knocked on the door “Sansa ? It’s me.”, she whispered.

“ lady sansa , ”   there is surprise there that shouldn’t be, given the reasons for why everyone was beginning to gather in the king’s landing. even so, to see the she-wolf here seems odd in comparison to where she’d once lived. so cold was the north, but there was a warmth to her there that the tyrell hopes the other keeps now. court is not kind to those with warmth, politics a game that would freeze one to death, but kindness suited the young stark well. 

his hands shake as he looks at her. he is garbed in black. at his daughter’s wedding. tears threaten his grey eyes, but they do not fall. she is beautiful. that is certain, and he loves her. that is more certain. but he did not want this. knowing what he knew of the bastard king, joffrey, he did not want her to go. could he steal her away? find a way for her to — ?

this had been his dream for the past week now, and he was leaving soon to meet robb before he would travel north. he wasn’t sure if he would travel north. the exchange still needed to happen, and ned wasn’t sure he wanted to go to the wall until he absolutely had to. he wanted to keep robb safe.

jon... would be okay.

at least they let him see sansa.