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thewreckords:

Sleigh Bells // To Hell With You

Nov. 15th   · 281 ·    index:  music.


For a long time the king did not speak. Then, very softly, he said, “I dream of it sometimes. Of Renly’s dying. A green tent, candles, a woman screaming. And blood.” Stannis looked down at his hands. “I was still abed when he died. Your Devan will tell you. He tried to wake me. Dawn was nigh and my lords were waiting, fretting. I should have been ahorse, armored. I knew Renly would attack at break of day. Devan says I thrashed and cried out, but what does it matter? It was a dream. I was in my tent when Renly died, and when I woke my hands were clean.”

Ser Davos Seaworth could feel his phantom fingertips start to itch. Something is wrong here, the onetime smuggler thought. Yet he nodded and said, “I see.”


"Why the oldest son, and not the best-fitted? The crown will suit me, as it never suited Robert and would not suit Stannis."




❝ After all of this, you are still my favourite person in the world.

Keep the Lights On (via picturesinovember)

"He was the king that should have been. He was the best of them."


godsgrief:

for jenny