Aug 20, 2024
wylla was loath to leave the north after so long away from it, even with the promise of great feasts and celebrations. she convinced herself to be perfectly miserable at king's landing, even knowing the vow wouldn't last too long if stories about the capital city where to be believed. sterling, on the other hand, had no such qualms about enjoying himself, rolling in the royal gardens like a pup and not a beast almost the size of a pony. it was certainly enough to attract some curious looks. "he does bite, you know. unprovoked." she said to one of the onlookers, voice tinged with mischief. "but only when i tell him to."
