#rickonofwinter

you mean to tell me that if i grow another inch that i won’t exist anymore?

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✖ - A quote that really impacts me

"Sometimes there are no words. No clever quotes to neatly sum up what's happened that day,sometimes the day just ends." - aaron hotchner 

➼ - Disney song I could listen to over and over again

【 ☆ 】;;  nebulas across the sky

                          the little prince of winterfell. a place that no longer                           existed.              and what was a prince with out a                           kingdom ?         he was now just a forgotten child.                           thought to be dead as a result of the coming  war.                           and he was alone.           in the winter of the north.                           a winter that was unforgiving and bitter.    but this                           was her   sanctuary    and she had slipped into its                           role with ease even after  half  a  life   spent in the                           summers of king's landing.        but the cold it felt                           alive and dead all at the same time.        it snarled                           its teeth and  enveloped  a man in its frozen arms.                           but  it   would   not   be   kind   to   a    little    boy.

                          and she would not be either. because she was not                           known for kindness. she was far to broken to know                           the hearts and minds of a child.  and she had never                           known childhood. the woman named after the stars                           had became a killer. an assassin for a man who she                           called father.  family ideals contorted and perverted                           to where it was unrecognizable.              the skills of                           speaking with a child were lost onto her. nebula did                           not          care           if        she        terrified        him.                         

                       ❝ child, you are in the wrong place. ❞

       Cersei watched the young man carefully, the one whom she'd raised as her own ever since the death of his parents, her green eyes falling carefully on his blues. She knew how carefully he made promises and how little he broke them, but there was no way this promise could be kept. His loyalty would surely falter if he were to ever learn the truth of what happened to his family. More so, her involvement in it. He may have meant the promise in the moment, but there was no way to know what would happen later.