Jun 30, 2014
{ scornxd }
▹◊ Confoundment. At the very least. A visit from the Lioness who loved think the Seven kingdoms —-be most of them either in ashes or already in frost, was naught short of the last the lady of hold would have expected. Nevertheless it would have been rude, a decline, wars were started for less. As if, the thought the slightest prospect being non-existant bemused her, however it held her not away from taking each and every step with the most foresight she could measure. – Your grace. – As the delegate reached the great harbour, her own of a hundred with flags for both parties in the waiting, the rider in silver was the first to reach the Queen. – ’Tis an honour to have you in our hold.
