( closed-ish. ) june catch-all

[unprays]

Who: sansa stark (unprays) & various
What: june catch-all!! june things!
When: in june!
Where: ... olympia? wyver? somewhere in between?
Warning(s): your standard game of thrones warnings apply

( specific starters in comments! if you want a thread, hit me up on plurk @ celen or pm me and we can plot out something c: )

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[unprays]

[ there's the memory of her standing in front of Ramsay's pod, telling him to sleep well, the memory of her direwolf tearing out his throat fresh in her mind — but he doesn't need to know that.

no protest to the form of address; she may profess to not being a lady here as there's hardly anything left to be the lady of... but perhaps when one is born a lady, one will always remain a lady. ]

I love him very much, [ she says, which is not quite an answer, because it's hard to explain how she always cared about Robb and admired him more than anyone, but that they were separated and he died and she misses him so much it hurts. ]

How about you, ser? Who is he? [ she nods towards the sleeping knight. ]

[pebblestone]

[ His own story is not nearly so touching, though the affection in his voice is no less real. ]

Ah, you see before you milord Chrom, the Prince of Ylisse. A handsome man, no?

[ It's said enough to himself to warrant no answer, though Frederick certainly won't deny a murmured agreement, should one pass her lips. But many have considered Chrom's features to be particularly fine, and Frederick, as his most stalwart right-hand man, can only sing praises about all of his lord's assets.

All of them.

But later, when he knows this young woman better, perhaps. ]

He was to the be the Exact after his sister passed but...

[ Frederick trails off, the hand with his cleaning rag lifting to gesture around them. ]

As you can see, circumstances did not quite unfold the way any of us expected. [ He looks back at Chrom, gaze growing distant. ] I suppose things worked out, in their own way. He never did want to rule.