nickiemeow ---> itsquibbler

My skin has turned to porcelain, to ivory, to steel.

My skin has turned to porcelain, to ivory, to steel.

You have eyes Huntsman but you do not see. She is destined to end the darkness.

You have eyes Huntsman but you do not see. She is destined to end the darkness.

“Still can’t bear to look, can you?” she heard him say. He gave her arm a hard wrench, pulling her around and shoving her down onto the bed. “I’ll have that song. Florian and Jonquil, you said.” His dagger was out, poised at her throat. “Sing, little bird. Sing for your little life.”

“Still can’t bear to look, can you?” she heard him say. He gave her arm a hard wrench, pulling her around and shoving her down onto the bed. “I’ll have that song. Florian and Jonquil, you said.” His dagger was out, poised at her throat. “Sing, little bird. Sing for your little life.”

fightlesbird:

“I will remember, Your Grace,” said Sansa, though she had always heard that love was a surer route to people’s loyalty than fear. If I am ever a queen, I’ll make them love me.

I am the Ghost in Harrenhal.