Mother, how do you fare?

alicent hightower . the green queen of kingslanding . wife , sister , daughter and mother . bows to the seven . a saint turned into a sin . written by coffeelover.xn--53haa .

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Good morrow.

Maybe a bit of gambling too.

He needs a tavern, some wine, and a fair maiden.

Perhaps. — He glances back towards his aunt. — One cannot escape his duties for long, I'm afraid.

i must go down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide. is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied 。

No es disgusto, Jace. — Mueca. —

Podrías colgar algo en la puerta para advertir aunque fuera. — Pout. Que vale que él ha entrado sin llamar (como siempre), pero es que no esperaba verle así. —

Tú has salido más a mamá, yo he salido más a papá. — De hombros se encoge. —

Ya, eso cuéntaselo a mamá cuando te vea en paños menores.

Hermano. . .¿Y tú ropa?

He gave his answer some thought. — The sea swallowed me whole and, after a time, spat me back onto the shore, one could say. — A faint grin played at the corners of his mouth. — I take it you've missed me, Uncle.

— Sir. — He gave a slight nod. — Forgive me, but your name escapes me.

— Uncle Aemond. It's been some time.

— Good morrow.

i would like to make a toast to my nephews 。 it is such joy to see how strong they have become; for they are such 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙜 boys 。

i think people believe birds are meant to fly because. . .they’ve never seen those birds crashing to their death.