harder and stronger

It is a shame all these flowers will be gone,

They’ll be back. Winter disnae last ferever.

“Please excuse the mess. As a baker, pretty much all of my clothing is dusted with flour.”

“Funny, tha’. On the isles, our clothes seem tae get clogged wae salt.”

After such a long absence, it feels good to be back in the Stormlands once again. Even if the reason is less than desirable.

We’ve all our homes.

Ow….oi, ya cunt! {Harr elbows his older brother in the ribs, before settling down.}

Fuck off, they're just as much your braids as they are fuckin' mine. [finished with combing the hair out, he's faced with a new dilemma] ...D'yeh mind haudin' what I'm no usin'?

Are ye havin’ a fuckin’ laugh, brair? I’m nae a seven year old anymore…

Ah, shut it, brair-- [he tugs affectionately at a lock of hair] Quit yer girnin'.

[Trist puts his hand out and combs through the tangles with his fingers to the best of his ability.] None yer complainin' mind.

Jus' dae it, aye?

Her name's Lyra.

She shakes her head. 

...Things're awfae different fae how we thought they'd be when we were younger.

Aye, wha of it?

[with a cluck of his tongue] C'mere, brair.

"Congratulations, my lord," she said, only saying so because he looked rather happy about the news.

"Thank yeh, my lady. Hard tae believe 'so soon..."

Oh, my congratulations, my lord. That is excellent news.

Ah, cheers. Hard tae believe, but-- 'Shappenin'.

Green as the grass his horses ride on and the emeralds in his rings.

Asha... It's no-- If we didnae... The mainlanders had too many on us, it was the only choice at the time.

Aye.

Lookin' a bit shaggy there, brair.

No.

Damn fuckin' right, it willnae. Got it?

"Love is a wonderful thing. I hope a blessed marriage is what awaits you."

"Thank yeh, my lady."

….aye, ah ken.

Aye. Ken. Yeh're mine, Harr. Always have been, always will be. We're family, and no weddin's gonnae change that, a'right?