30 Hours of Game of Thrones

hour eleven: a scene of your OTP

3 years ago on 16 July 2011 @ 8:58pm + 56 notes
via amar9933 (originally amar9933)

When she crawled out of bed, long moments later, she was alone. She found his cloak on the floor, twisted up tight, the white wool stained by blood and fire. The sky outside was darker by then, with only a few pale green ghosts dancing against the stars. A chill wind was blowing, banging the shutters. Sansa was cold. She shook out the torn cloak and huddled beneath it on the floor, shivering.


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