#sulliedwolf

          The words after ‘killed my mother’ all fell deaf on her ears. Cat, CAT, not cat      not her sister! Turning swiftly she ALLOWED herself a ( m o m e n t s ) cry. A loud scream echoed ‘round the room she wanted to c l a w at her face rip down every banner that hung      most of all she wanted her sister back; she WANTED Cat to tell her it was ALL going to be okay. Something inside her took over then, something that lit a ( MOTHERLY ) flame inside her, something that turned the FISH into a ( s h e w o l f ) Robb was ( barely ) standing with blood OOZING from every orifice; she went to him in that moment. “Robb,” she took him up in her arms, not caring that she was ( staining ) her dress; fingers worming their way into ( bloody ) red curls. 

                 ❛        your crown’s askew.        ❜

                 maybe not the best opening remark to make towards THE KING IN THE NORTH she left bear island to fight for, maybe not a statement A BASTARD GIRL could make to NOBLE BLOOD, but johanna isn’t new to the idea of sticking her foot in her mouth. the north is different from the south, and she doesn’t hold the the rest of the seven kingdom’s idea of BOUNDARIES in class and gender. if you look hard enough, there’s a smirk as well with the title she adds.

           the halfhand nods, prodding the wildling with the tip of his sword. eyes follow the WALL up and down again. a long fall and not a soft one, judging the cracked skull && frozen blood.

                                       ❛ get some wood. we’ll BURN him. ❜

              ❛ robb stark. ❜ the sudden INFLUX of starks on the wall has not gone unnoticed — first benjen, then jon, and now the young wolf. westeros has not been kind to house stark && if the choice has to be made — death or taking the BLACK, it’s an easy one.

    a dark place , ENTRENCHED upon dark times . in many circumstances , the hospodar of wallachia would     seldom have been MOVED to come to the AID of a mere  boy seeking to RECLAIM the north and call himself its king .  in truth , it seemed a RUINED land . strafed with war and     bitterly cold hardship that had PREVAILED in sight through  their tour of the north . RESONANCE . once , he’d been this young . seeking the THRONE of his country and ruling from      it when he was still a WHELP barely weaned to battle .  with future enemies at his FLANKS , the capital at targoviste  reclaimed and won after MUCH fighting , it didn’t pass as impossible .     others would DOUBT the zeal and strength of a king still only  a teenager , but vlad saw an OPPORTUNITY . his armies had assailed and instilled FEAR in great empires -- so why not these     lordly this stark monarch wished DEFIANCE and retribution from ?

  it is why he is ASTRIDE the arab mare kalafat , in full war regalia of the draculesti ONYX armor with silver appointments that availed       best their wealth . the HAGGARD and spent men of the north    gazed upon them with SULLENNESS , disinterest , but some  wan , flickering hope present EVEN in their eyes . the staccato of  hoofbeats on HARD winter ground and his men’s strides created      what could ONLY be a welcome disquiet , sowing odd seeds of   hope when it seemed as though MOST disregarded this boy-king .