—— snow hesitated for a spell before taking care to draw near to viserys.
his grey eyes blinked softly, signaling his desire to approach. it was enough to make him nervously clasp his hands around the pommel of his sword, his white cloak rippling with his movements until he stood
sufficiently close to his liege.
that this man was his father left him at times psychologically fragile; his innate social awkwardness ever drove him to feel all the more wild and guarded when faced with men such as viserys.
"do you have need of . . . anything?"
he hesitated to
ᅠᅠᅠ⸌ "a tyrant? he deserved it.
you did much worst. do not act like what I did is anything related to be a despot."





























