#remember me...

snow has been falling for hours now.   there is hardly a thing in sight that has not been buried beneath its covering.    & she thinks to herself with heavy morbidity that the fresh corpse will soon join the rest.    what must she look like,    standing there,    LOOKING UPON SOMEONE WRETCHED,   dead,    & not yielding ?    these gloved hands of hers have strangled a company’s worth of men,    & her blade a company more.    SHE HAS LEARNED NOT TO CRY,    not to shed wasteful tears,    as they beg for forgiveness as if she can ever give it.     she can’t quite remember the last time her heart pricked itself with remorse.     she has no use for such a thing,   anymore.    [ A COLD GIRL : THAT’S ALL A TSARITSA IS. ]    natalia turns to her company,    eyes taken briefly away from her prey to lock with cersei’s.    there is an unspeakable knowing,    there,    shared only between women that know the taste of their own blood in their mouths.     ❝    come.    the wolves will find him before anyone else will.   ❞

AND ITS ANGRY