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♔ – leadingwolf

     —   HER EYES downcast in a maiden’s humility, as was appropriate for one who had just been complimented so. Though she grins and looks bashful, one side of her mouth tips upwards just higher than the other, the only sign that she is anything less than utterly honored by his words.

       Words meant to flatter and impress, she knows, for she’s heard them time and time again since her youth. Long ago had they lost any true impact on her, after hearing them echoed so often from so many people. Her beauty is undeniable -- it is not arrogance to accept such. But just as it is a known fact to her, so is the way she knows to use it as a weapon. Men carried blades and bows and all manner of steel, but a well-placed smile and a well-timed sway of the hips could topple just as many men.

       —  ❝ I AM truly honored with your presence, though I must admit -- with all the rumors and wild tales I have heard spun of you, I scarcely know how I should address you. Is it The Young Wolf? Or perhaps KING IN THE NORTH. 

                      ( MOULIN ROUGE && ACCEPTING )

         Despite years of CLINGING    to every silver syllable that passed from            his brother’s lips, Jon could only DOUBT Robb’s words;   he had seen           too much that proved otherwise to FEIGN naivety.        Ygritte’s words            echoed on STRENUOUS winds,   the SOFT tones of her TEASING            voice and the ghost of the shapes made by   MISCHIEVOUS lips still            slipped under the CRACKS between stones and wood. 

                                               YOU   KNOW                                               N O T H I N G                                               JON    SNOW.

                              ❝ I’ve seen giants and aurochs, watched the                                  dead rise from their graves,   I can’t believe                                 that this is it. ❞

         The world was far too full of     WONDER and HORROR for something            so simple, so HUMAN to be their RUINATION.      The realm’s politics,            once seeming so MOMENTOUS to Jon,   now came as an afterthought           in comparison to the WAR they faced north of the wall. 

         But as long as the wall stood,    they would be SAFE,   and until then,  he            would do what he could, for his brothers, both of BLOOD and of OATH.