I WILL FUCKING END YOU
FUCK THIS IM OUT
#what dean I- #well….ok #if you insist
When they had first come to King’s Landing, she used to have bad dreams about getting lost in the castle. Father said the Red Keep was smaller than Winterfell, but in her dreams it had been immense, an endless stone maze with walls that seemed to shift and change behind her. She would find herself wandering down gloomy halls, past faded tapestries, descending endless circular stairs, darting through courtyards or over bridges, her shouts echoing unanswered. In some of the rooms the red stone walls would seem to drip blood, and nowhere could she find a window. Sometimes she would hear her father’s voice, but it was always from a long way off, and no matter how hard she ran after it, it would grow fainter and fainter until it faded to nothing and Arya was alone in the dark.
“You’re a man with a long and dangerous past, but your future is infinitely more terrifying.”
think twice Yahoo—
think. twice.
For the love of God, signal boost this if possible.
