#pm.

PM: Understood. I’ve felt much better staying here recently. And the suite I’m in is lovely, but I would like one closer to yours.

  and so her 𝖉𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖒𝖘 repeat.      and had it not been for him?      she’d otherwise claim this a 𝖓𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖊.      ❛  my KING ..  ❜      her voice cracks, chokes on it’s own sound.      his words sear through her.      the fealty she had sworn.      her honor.      her oaths.      she could slowly feel them flee her spirit.      in their wake came her doubts.      flooding her, drowning her out.      why this?      of all things, why him?      renly baratheon had never wronged her.      not once.      not like the others.      he was her KING.      memories of old revisit her now.      now that she’s lost.      now that she’s vulnerable.      the ball.      held in her honor, in search for a suitor.      the games they played with her.      toyed with her.      BRIENNE  the BEAUTY.      all of them mocking her.      but not him.      not king renly.      he told her the honest truth back then.      why wouldn’t he now?      even in this dream?      he saved her from her tears, after all.      tears she spared for him.      for his marriage.      for his MURDER.      he wouldn’t betray her now.

    yet .. this felt odd.      this felt wrong.      her right hand gave a throbbing.      i can’t move my fingers.      cobalt blues cast downward, seeing .. nothing.      her hand gone.      ‘ my lady, has no one told you?      LANNISTERS LIE. ’      had lord bolton been right?      she found the inquiry absurd.      he had killed her lady catelyn and robb stark.      a wedding feast, she recalled.      and still those words echoed.      could it be true?      could ser jaime have deceived her?      ‘ sansa stark is my last chance for HONOR. ’      his voice finally reveals itself.      reverberating, it hushes the whispers.      words of mistrust scattering like vermin.      eyes return to her missing limb.      not so missing any longer, of course.      lengthy digits curled taut to her hilt.      OATHKEEPER.

  blond lashes fluttering, departing for her wake.      her form still embraced by the coolness steel and mail.      fingers wrapped in wait around the hero’s sword.      gifts from him.      ❛  no, my king,  ❜      she exhales.

Harrowing

Hair: :::Phoenix::: Christel Hair Grayscales 

Head: GENUS Project - Genus  Bento head OMEGA UPD

Bindi: \//.VoluptasVirtualis - GIFT - Rawena Bindi

Horns: evermore. infernum // horns 

Corset: Bossie. Muka "monster" corset @Epiphany 

Pasties: Bossie. Muka "monster" pasties  @Epiphany

Panties: Bossie. Muka "monster" panties  @Epiphany

Boots: V/. [Oriana] - Slink - {Boots BrightPink}

Bear: CURELESS[+] Lovely Sadist / Kinky Stuffie / BLACK

Coffin: [ SAXIEM ] CRUXCIFER'S COFFIN V1 SOLO

Backdrop: SAYO Sin - Manic Reverie - Bad Habits COMMON  @Epiphany