♔ 𝐀𝖊𝖌𝖔𝖓 ･

. ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀･｡ﾟ╱⋰ 𝑜𝑓 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄 & 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃 ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐡 𝐞 𝐢 𝐫 ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀𝑜𝑓 ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐫𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐞 -ˏˋ ↻ &. ♡ ˎˊ-

—.

—. 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐜 𝐫 𝗼 𝐰.

coughs. h e l l o.

// 👀

blah.

it’s dark and cold and i left sansa in charge okay.

there were fucking zombies my dude.

He awkwardly shuffled back into the room. “I asked a guard — I think we’ll get a tray soon.”

/ new layout time. and transparent icon.

stares in reining king.

”Luckily —— we are south.” He mentioned. Stepping out of the room for a small moment.

He nodded with a smile. Looking around — he tried his best to get use to the whole ‘king’ thing. “You’ve — lived here longer than I ‘ave.” He sighed. “Who should I ask to ask the baker..?”

“A friend?” His pale eyes glanced, a thick brow raising above his head. “I can ask one of the bakers to make you more if you’d like?”

He adjusted the crown back on his head. Pulling a few strands of curly hair behind his ears. “What has you in such a mood?”

Raises a brow. “Nothing — nothing at all.” Nods. “Was there, something I could do for you, M’Lady?”

Half smile. “You’re welcome.”

Hands a cloth.

Catches it in his hands. “Sansa —“ he brooded.

Adjusts crown.

——. 𝚖𝚘𝚘𝚍𝚢 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐.