“King’s Landing is no safer than the North is,” Lem says. “It belongs to the Boltons now, m’lady, and they have pledged their alliance to the Bitch-Queen.”
It is the title Edric has picked up from his relatives back at Dorne, and everyone in the Brotherhood has taken quite a liking to it since the lad mentioned it for the first time.
Gendry tracks the boy across the room, between rows of solemn faces; finds him sharing a piece of his bread to the small boys surrounding him in awe. His hair has been cut short and dyed brown, along with the rest of the Brotherhood members, including Gendry himself, as to avoid suspicion.
Lady Stoneheart’s order, Thoros had said – as he burned Lord Beric’s body on top of large wet stones. And so they did.
After all, pretty blonde boys like Edric of House Dayne are easily recognised among heaps of mud-caked boys. It’s just – there’s no point to it, no matter how dark they dyed his hair, or cover his face with mud – Edric will always look beautiful.
When the Wall is far too cold even for Jon’s body to comprehend, he would call for Ghost to sleep on his bed, and they would curl around each other like they fit; bare hands shoved in the thick fur around Ghost’s neck, cold fingertips curling around his direwolf’s ears until Ghost purrs in half-annoyance, half-contentment.
george r.r. martin
on who’s the sexiest man alive in westeros.
She sharpens her dagger and thinks of home.
“I’d never kill a friend.”
Yes now the rains weep o’er his hall,
and not a soul to hear.
Death Rides the Air (A prologue, of sorts)
Pairing(s) - Word Count: Aegon Targaryen/Arya Stark - ~720 (incomplete)
Timeline: Like the prompt demands, Aegon is king of Westeros but they are having disputes on trading and territory. So yes, as for the territory problem, I shall start with The Twins. Three years after ADWD because conquering a country is not something you can do in a week, or a month.