#;;the lion and the hound (v)

[mxnofhonour]

@pyrinas [as discussed]

The fire crackles steadily in the hearth, filling their solar with a delicate orange glow as they share their meal. It has been a year since he had stood beside her in the Sept and tonight, he craved to be alone with Lady Iren, so they might celebrate the occasion in peace.

And so that he might say his goodbyes to her away from the gaze of others.

The raven had arrived two days ago, the urgent plea of Brienne of Tarth, begging him to join her at Winterfell and stand beside her in the battle against the Others. He had burned the paper in an instant, but her words had echoed in his mind. It was almost like fate…he and Brienne shared the sword of Lord Stark…and together, they would defend not only his former home, but the realms beyond. He was uncertain if he deserved such a chance at redemption, but if his death meant Iren could live, he would gladly take it.

And so, on the morrow, he would ride north. But for now, his attention was solely on his lady.

“You haven’t touched your wine, my love,” he observed, forcing a gentle smile to his lips. “I can have the serving boy bring something else, if you’d prefer…”

[catsteeth]

The Caged Bird and The Leashed Dog

Sandor Clegane x reader

+:✿ Chapter - 6 ✿:+ Free Fields

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Summary: You are the daughter of Jon Arryn, you and your father travel to King's Landing with the intention of arranging a marriage for you. You catch a glimpse of The Hound during your first night in Kings Landing and it creates a mutual fascination even if he won't admit it. 

CW: ALL SMUT MDNI, afab reader, virgin reader, P in V sex, oral sex (mutual), fingering, unprotected sex (wrap it up cuties), creampie, angst, emotional unavailability, emotional vulnerability, The Hound being abrasive, mention of death, blood, threats of violence. 

A/N: I am posting early this week, giving the girls what they want in one long smut scene. Everyone say thank you Bambi. 

Word Count: 3467 

You had ridden most of the night, but once the daylight began to rise in the sky you felt sleep take you. Sandor tied Lika to Stranger and Sandor held you as he rode. You insisted you didn’t need the sleep but he insisted in the opposite direction. He’d ridden most of the day holding you against his chest, wrapped in his cloak. 

You’d woken up in the forest. The light that peaked through the gaps in the leaves of the trees above you began to shine in your eyes. A cold breeze traveled through them, waking you up even more. You looked to your side through half open eyes. You sat up quickly, realizing you were laying on the soft grass alone. You looked around and saw Sandor was watering the horses, and you were wrapped in his cloak. 

“‘M right here.” He said looking over his shoulder at you then back to the horses. 

You looked around and never felt so alone, there was no one for miles. But again you never felt so free. 

But you couldn’t help but feel somewhat awkward. You’d never been alone with Sandor like this. There was hardly any chance of anyone stumbling upon you, your time was not limited, and now everyone must have known. Known that he took you with him. 

You sat up and held your knees closer to your chest, you noticed how the red gown the Lannisters had made for you was already wearing thin, the fabrics tearing slightly. You ran your fingers over the ruined fabric over your knee. You noticed the pattern of the fabric was lions and roses. As your fingers ran over the lion's tail you couldn’t help but feel a pit in your stomach. 

Tyrion. 

You didn’t love him, that was true. But you were fond of him. And maybe at some point if you were married you could have. He wasn’t like his family, and he tried, he really did try to make your cage a comfortable one. But he did not open that cage for you, he didn’t even seem to want to. Sandor did. 

Sandor looked over his shoulder at you again, noticing you examining the fabric. 

“You can’t wear that out ‘ere.” He said gruffly as he stood and walked towards Stranger. 

You looked confused, 

“Somebody comes along and see’s you in that bloody thing you know what they’ll do?” He asked, as if he was testing you. Wanting to know just how cruel you knew the world could be. 

“Something like those men during the riot did.”

“No.” He huffed while rummaging through the sattles bag “No one’ll ever touch you like that again.” He said pulling out some clothes and walking towards you, “But they’ll know who you are. Where the fuck you came from. Lannisters would find us faster.” 

“You don’t think they’ll know who you are?” You asked as he handed you the clothes, 

“You can change that fuckin’ dress but I can’t change my face now can I?”  He said in a gruff voice that you ignored as you looked at the clothes. There was a white cotton tunic, a thick gray wool sweater that was like a dress on you. a pair of tall black leather boots, a thick black leather belt with a satchel attached to it, and a pair of dark brown trousers that were too tight for you but would have to do. 

“where’d you get this?” You asked looking at the clothing,

“Stole it, while you were sleeping.” You looked up at him with a look of surprise “They didn’t want them, fucking left them outside.”

“Were they on a line?” He didn’t respond to you, just stared at you with guilty eyes, “They were hanging to dry. You can’t do that.”

“I’ll do what I have to, for you.” he whispered that last part, “You’re very kind. That’ll get you killed out here.” His voice was hardened and cold, “Change.” He said walking back to the horses by the river. 

You shrugged off his hardened words. running your fingers through your hair. You realized how dirty the journey had made it. Not to mention the dirt that had gathered on your hands, feet, and knees. 

Your eyes wandered towards the river, the water rushing looked inviting. You looked around, there was no one, at least for the next thirty miles. Then you looked back to sandor who was tending to the horses, he was strangely attentive and fond of the horses. It made you feel warm inside, seeing him be so gentle, after you’ve seen him kill and maim men for little reason. 

You stood, as you did you began to remove your gown, Sandor could hear the fabric of your gown being discarded. He pretended not to notice it as he kept his back turned.

Your gown fell around your feet as you stepped out of it, your underclothes with it. 

You walked towards the river, you dipped your foot in the cold water. It wasn’t like the warm baths in lavender oil that you were used to. But it was what you needed. The water was much deeper than you expected.

You plunged into the cold waters, let yourself stay under the water for a moment. The coldness of the water surrounded you, like it was holding you. It reminded you of the cold winds of the Eyrie. Before you could daydream even more you were pulled out of the water by your arm. 

You gasped for air as your head finally reached the surface. 

“Fuck are you doing, girl?” He barked at you, you pulled your arm away, 

“I was dirty.” You said with a smirk as you were catching your breath.

“Er clean now, out.” He said pulling your arm again but you pulled away and out of his grasp. He huffed, you noticed that he was still covered in blood, it was faded but it was still there. 

“You’re still all bloody.” You said and he tisked at you while he pulled on your arm again. “Stop it.” You said pulling your arm away before swimming closer towards him. “Come here.” You commanded softly. With a gruff sigh he gave in, kneeled towards you. You wiped the blood from his brow, his cheek, then his scarred cheek. When you touched it he winced a little. “Does it hurt?” You whispered, he shook his head. 

“Are you finished?” He rasped, you nodded. He stood and walked back and away from you. “Get out of there before a man comes along.” He rasped once again, as he sat by a small fire he’d built. No doubt with a great deal of courage, he mainly built it for you. 

So you did as he said, you climbed out of the water, you threw on your under clothes to cover your nakedness, though your body was still so wet the clothes became almost transparent. Sandor looked back at you while you rang out your hair. He’d seen you naked before, but this felt all the more intimate. The glamor had worn off, and you were reduced to skin and bone. Not a noble woman but a human. Your cheeks felt red and you looked away, but you felt his gaze linger. 

“Dress yourself.” He commanded in a growl “If a man comes,” 

“There's no one for miles.” You interrupted him, walking towards him, your hair still dripping wet. 

“Stubborn girl.” He growled as he drank water from a flask, pissed that it wasn’t wine. But you continued your steps towards him. You knelt by his side and began to undo the clasps of his armor. He grabbed your hand “Fuck are you doing?” 

“You’re covered in blood, your armor- it’s covered in blood.” You said but he didn’t let go of your hand “We can’t attract attention like you said. You being covered in blood would attract just that.” He let your hand go, and you continued. Undoing each clasp until he was left in his tunic and slacks. 

You sat by the river and washed each piece with your hands, taking small amounts of water and rubbing it onto the silver armor. Making sure not too much water touched it, you didn’t want to ruin the material. 

Sandor watched you as the sun began to set, it made him think about what he offered you in your room the night of the battle of Blackwater. He’d build you a home. And he would. He thought of you washing clothes in a river like what you were doing now. He thought of sharing a home with you, not a grand one like the Eyrie but a small home made of wood and stone. He thought for a moment of you carrying his babe. But he was not one for chivalry, tradition, or ceremonies. But he wasn’t one for love either but here he was. 

You walked back with his armor, the fire illuminated his face handsomely, you tried to put it back on him but he took it and placed it on the ground. His eyes softened strangely, but his face was still in that scowl he always had. He placed his hands on your hips and his eyes ran over your body. 

“If another man saw what I am looking at right now, I would kill him.” He grumbled. 

“How many men have you killed?” 

“Killed my first man when I was twelve. I lost count since then.” His voice was cold, and his eyes reached yours searching for any ounce of fear. Finding none. “I don’t frighten you?” He barked as if he was trying to frighten you, trying to get you to come to your senses. 

“Never.” You spoke softly, your soft words always gentled the rage within him. He felt so much for you he almost resented you for it.

He grabbed you by your jaw, “Have you ever made a man feel this way before?” He growled, 

“I don’t know.” You said, still not scared of him, you knew he’d never harm you. 

“I know you have. How could any man not? I know that Imp, he wanted you.” his voice was so low it rumbled in his chest. 

“I never felt love for him, nor lust.” You spoke softly, his grip on you loosened. 

“What of that pretty boy,” 

“Loras?”

“Aye.”

You let out a small giggle at the thought of Sandor being truly jealous of Loras, a man who couldn't love a woman. “Rumors of Loras are true. He did not like the touch of a woman.” 

“He was a cock sucker?”

“Stop that.”

“What, you love him do you?” His grip tightened once again but still not hurting you.

“Not the kind of love you mean.” 

“You said you promised someone you love to take the Eyrie. Who?” He growled, you knew that this was the only way he’d be able to tell you he loved you. By interrogating you on who you loved.

“My mother.” His grip loosened completely, “And my father.” His hand began to rest on your neck, “I promised my mother on her child bed, to keep her house safe, and her son safe. I failed at one I can’t fail both.” 

“Oaths and promises are for cunts.” 

“You’ve sworn a promise to me.” 

“Aye.” He said, his eyes scanning down your body once more. 

“What are you looking at?” 

“The fuck do you think I’m looking at.” He rasped as you noticed his hooded eyes lingering on your breasts, hardly covered by your soaking wet under clothes. You pulled the top half of your under clothes over your head. His eyes snapped to yours.  

“You’ve never been fucked by a man?” He rasped, he knew you hadn’t, he knew you’d already told him this, but he needed to be sure. You shook your head. “Never had a man's fingers in your cunt?” You shook your head again, “Never had a man’s tongue in your cunt?” He rasped, 

“Only yours,” You whispered. Those words only encourage his throbbing cock.

“You sure you want this?” He grumbled, his large rough hands going to your breasts. They were rough and almost hurt by how course they were. They were so large that they engulfed your breast completely. Your mind then turned back from that to the question he asked, 

“I am.” Your words are soft and sweet. 

“Lay back,” His voice dropped and rumbled in his chest, it made you clench your thighs together. You laid back as he asked you. You laid back on the green soft grass. As you did he pulled his tunic off and over his head. He loomed over you, his hands ran from your jaw, to your sternum, to your stomach, to your pelvis. He toyed with the fabric of your under clothes covering your sex. 

“You can’t take it back.” He rasped. You nodded, and you pulled your under clothes down and over your knees, he took them off from there. 

He positioned himself between your legs, and leaned down. He kissed you deeply. Sucking on your lips as if they tasted of wine. His rough hands roamed your body, they were so rough they almost scratched at your skin. You moaned into his mouth as his hand found its way to your cunt. 

His large middle finger began to play with your clit. His finger circled your clit a few times then teased your entrance, just a little, adding some pressure then going back to your clit. Your sweet moans only encourage his throbbing bulge in his trousers. 

Your hand gripped a chunk of his hair at the back of his head, deepening your kiss. Your other hand roamed his back, littered with scars. 

He kissed down from your jaw, to your neck, to your collar bones, your chest, breasts, nipples, stomach. He sucked and bit at your side making you jump a little and mewl. He continued on and kissed your pelvic mound. 

He lifted your legs up and over his shoulders, kissing your inner thighs and biting them gently. The feel of his beard scratched at your thighs. Your back arched at the feeling. 

Finally, replacing his fingers with his tongue. He licked at your sensitive clit, sucking on it, and biting on it lightly, enough to make you moan his name, which in turn made him moan into your cunt. The vibration of it made the sensation all the more pleasurable. 

At this point you were soaking wet, you heard lude sounds from him, a mix of growls and slurping. 

You gripped a handful of his hair again scratching at his scalp. 

His fingers returned to your cunts entrance, not fully entering it, just applied pressure teasing you horribly. 

He kissed your swollen clit and came up for air, He looked at your cunt, empty but clenching around nothing at all. It drove him mad, as he looked up at you, you looked down at him. “I’ll be gentle, but it’ll hurt.” He said with a low raspy voice. 

You nodded, “Please,” you whined. 

He kissed your inner thigh as his thick ring finger began to enter you. Your back arched and you let out a groan as you threw your head back. It burned a little, and the pressure was uncomfortable, and yet felt so good. His finger continued inside of you, and his eyes watched you making sure you didn’t want it to stop. Then you felt him hit something, it made you wince. He stopped, 

“Take a deep breath, little bird.” He said oddly gently. He sucked on your clit as he continued and you felt a snap inside of you, it hurt, 

“Nmph!” You groaned, let out a sharp breath. 

“It’s alright now, it’ll feel better now.” He said moaning into your cunt. 

And he was right, the pain and the burn stopped, and was replaced by pleasure. You moaned as his finger pumped in you over and over again. He added another finger as he sucked on your breasts. You held his head and kissed the top of it whilst he did so. 

He pulled his fingers out of you and sat up on his knees. You sat up as well. 

Your eyes looked at his fingers, covered in your slick mixed with blood. Your cheeks lit up red with embarrassment. 

“It’s alright, little bird. I fuckin' love it, you've got no fucking idea how long I've wanted to do this to ye.” He comforted you, you weren’t used to it. You tried to ignore your embarrassment and focus on what you wanted. You started to undo his trousers, he didn’t stop you this time. You pulled his trousers down with some resistance from his large cock. Once you got them down his cock bounced up, standing straight. You looked up at him waiting for any resistance, met with none once again. 

You took his cock in your hand, it made your hand look so small in comparison. He let out a deep groan, which only encouraged you more. You kissed the side of his cock, and kissed your way to the tip. You licked at the precum that was seeping from his tip. 

It was salty and bitter but you couldn’t get enough. However, that was his last straw. He pushed you back onto the soft grass and pulled your legs around his waist. He kissed you, tasting himself on your tongue as you tasted yourself on his. 

He lined himself up with your soft, warm, and soaking wet entrance. He slowly pushed his way inside of you. You both let out a loud moan, but you tried to cover your mouth, not wanting to risk others in these forests hearing you. Sandor wouldn’t have that though. He grabbed your wrist and pulled it away from your mouth, 

“Don’t you fucking dare. I want to hear all of it.” He growled at you, “I’ve waited too long to hear it.”

“What if someone hears?” You tried to say without moaning but failing miserably 

“I’ll strangle them with their own guts.” He said like an angry dog, “I’m the only one who can see you like this, hear you like this.” 

He pushed further and further into you until he hit your spongy cervix, making you almost scream out in pleasure. Sandor gritted his teeth and he shouted “Gods!... (Y/N), you feel so fucking good!” as he slammed his lips onto yours kissing you with a hunger you’d never known. He let himself warm inside you for a moment, letting you get used to the stretch. 

All the things you’d heard about sex finally made sense. The pleasure of it, and the pain of it. But you never knew how fulfilling it could feel. How the satisfaction would feel within you. You hadn’t even cum yet but you were a woman happy nonetheless. 

He began to move again, in and out of you pumping. You gripped the grass at the sides of your head. As he pumped in you your breasts bounced, his eyes couldn’t stop but admire your body. Every inch of it unique to you and you alone. All those whores he paid who looked like you weren’t like this. They didn’t feel as good as you did, they didn’t fit around him the way you did. 

“I’m not ‘urting you am I?” He asked through gritted teeth, you shook your head as you moaned loudly, “Good.” He said as he pumped harder and faster. He leaned down more and ravaged your breasts, you knew there would be marks on them tomorrow. His hands gripped at your hips so tightly you knew there would be marks there as well. 

“Take it, take it, take it, take it-” He grumbled into your neck over and over again. 

You felt the pressure in your belly tighten, you knew you were going to cum. “I feel ya’ tightening around my cock, do it, cum around my cock.” He said into your ear as he nibbled at your lobe, then moving to bite at your jaw. 

“Fuck!” You moaned loudly, “Sandor!” You yelped as you felt yourself cumming all over him. 

His arm wrapped around your waist tightly pulling you up and close to this chest. While his other hand held your jaw in place, having you look him in the eyes. 

“Cum in me,” You pleaded breathlessly, his eyes widened, he couldn’t believe that you’d ever want him to do such a thing. It pushed him over the edge and he didn’t have time to question if it was truly what you wanted as he melted into you.

"(Y/N)!" He shouted as you felt the hot ribbons of cum filling you deep inside of you. His grunts were like war screams, as if he were impaling a man with a sword. In a way he was. It out of nowhere made you cum again, pushing some of his cum out of your cunt, overflowing around his cock still in you. 

As he collapsed beside you, and you both laid there naked covered in sweat in the cold air. You tried to catch your breath. 

“(Y/N)” He said in a husky growl you could hear the rumble of his tone, you turned to look at him. “I would die for you.” 

NOTE:

Hi girlies. I made this with the intention of making it just one scene in a multiple scene chapter but it was already so long and we have a lot more to get to so enjoy this little freebie. 

Also I am working on a new series, might take a min tho so I am not going to announce who it is about but it is also GOT related.

Also also double points for anyone who caught the Laufey lyrics

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A Clash of Kings - 57 SANSA V (pages 733-739)

Sansa prays before joining the women in Maegor's Holdfast, while outside the city, the fighting has begun.

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Joffrey drew his sword. The pommel was a ruby cut in the shape of a heart, set between a lion's jaws. Three fullers were deeply incised in the blade. "My new sword, Hearteater."

he doesn't deserve that sword, give it to meee- hang on... Isn't his new sword... well who owns Widow's Wail then? The Valyrian sword made from half of Ice?

brb, wiki... Ahhhh, too early for Widow's Wail. That comes later, I got my timeline twirled. ... he still doesn't deserve that sword and they should give it to meeeeeee. should have called it Lionheart, for the punception. It has a lion with a heart in it's mouth, Lionheart is the nickname of one of the King Richards, and Joffrey is a dick. It all lines up. (If that last part confused you, 'Dick' is the nickname for 'Richard.') It all lines up!

"They say my brother Robb always goes where the fighting is thickest," she said recklessly. "Though he's older than Your Grace, to be sure. A man grown." That made him frown. (...) He wheeled his horse about and spurred towards the gate.

!!!!!!! YASSSSs, oh, burn. Subtle, and (more importantly) she got away with it~ Recklessly is right. But I suppose with the weight of the impending army looming over them, now was the time for slights and needling, cause he's too busy imagining how awesome he is(n't) going to be. ... as long as he doesn't remember it later, after he major fails...

No, but it probably does help that Joffrey's being sent to 'man 'command' a particular part of the war effort where he won't be in as much danger without it being obvious he's being kept in the safety box, so his ego isn't as much on the line.

It's interesting how the line changed between show and book, iirc Sansa pulled the "and he's only a pretender" in the show, not just saying Joffrey's young and inexperienced (an absolute baby, whiny child n00b) but actively/backhandedly mocking his legitimacy. Provoking him to go fight in the thick of it (and perish). Which would have been far more dangerous to say, if they'd left show Joffrey as unhinged as book Joffrey.

Sansa knew most of the hymns, and followed along on those she did not as best she could. She sang along with grizzled old serving men and anxious young wives, with serving girls and soldiers, cooks and falconers, knights and knaves, squires and spit boys and nursing mothers. She sang with those inside the castle and those without, she sang with all the city. She sang for mercy, for the living and the dead alike, for Bran and Rickon and Robb, for her sister Arya and her bastard brother Jon Snow, away off on the Wall. She sung for her mother and her father, for her grandfather Lord Hoster and her uncle Edmure Tully, for her friend Jeyne Poole, for old drunk king Robert, for Septa Mordane and Ser Dontos and Jory Cassel and Maester Luwin, for all the brave knights and soldiers who would die today and for the children and wives who would mourn them, and finally, toward the end, she even sang for Tyrion the Imp and for the Hound.

Anyone still making arguments that Sansa remains classist, selfish, uncaring and unsympathetic for the duration of the story, and can't understand any of the horrors of war because she was being coddled and had a flush ride through the whole war/story, can take their arguments, and shove them so far up their own ass, they puke them back out.

Sorry, that was rude of me.

I just am having feels right now, (!!!! one of which is fear! holy shit that lighting! oohhhhh Storm is here. That thunder was so loud! even through my headphones!) about how Sansa is just 'one of the masses' right now, just one of thousands who's trapped and scared and praying for help from gods who might not answer.

Still snubbed Joffrey though, nice.

... Shae continues to have zero fucks to give about Lollys' trauma or mental state. But neither does her fam.

Beaten silver mirrors backed every wall sconce, so the torches burned twice as bright; -

I would be interested to know what kind of torches, exactly. For the mirrors to be effective for any length of time they'd need to be carefully positioned so they don't get coated in smoke and ash, and the kind of torches my mind goes to when people say torches in a psuedo medieval European setting is a stick with soaked rag, which, fun fact, doesn't actually last very long. like half an hour iirc.

Would love to see these sconces (I'm a sucker for a good wall sconce), I've seen some really nice candelabra in C-Dramas, candle and oil lamp based, and they have reflective panels shaped like leaves. I need, just so many of them.

... "Ilyn Payne holding Ice" *represses urge to hiss like an umbraged cat*

My feelings on Cersei in this scene are a little complex, on the one hand, I do appreciate that she's not hiding truths from Sansa, regardless of whether Sansa is taking them on or not, on the other hand I know she's 99.99% doing it to instill fear in Sansa, likely as a way to assuage her own fear by giving her the illusion of control over something in a situation where she has none.

Ohhh, good thing this chapter was short, the lights keep flickering. Stupid storm.

[lovedeathandotherillusions]

Another passage from my work-in-progress titled “the lion and his cub”. This passage introduced teh antagonist, a fallen librarian of the 1st legion, who has joined the chaos legions in their crusade.

Lucius stood on the embankment deck of the Emperors End, a stolen battelbarge owned by the Black legion. Abbadon had tasked his friend Eritial with eliminating the company masters of the Dark Angels, breaking their morale and forcing a retreat. Elitial had been a Night Lord before swearing himself to Abbadon, so this was a task he was perfect for. They had left with a warband of Black Legion berserkers led by a man known as Kaine. Lucius had barely spoken to Kine, but he seemed a man of steely focus, a trait not often seen in Khornate berserkers. It intrigued him.

“How are you friend?” Eritial asked, and if Lucius don’t know his friend he could almost believe he was concerned. But Eritial was a night lord. A master of deception.

“Why do you pretend to care brother? You know as well as I do it would only bore you.”

“Yes, but you are a sensitive little angel, so I thought you’d want to talk about it.”

Lucius winced at that remark. They had been traveling together for a Terran year now, but it seemed Eritial still didn’t trust him. Lucius wasn’t surprised; he could be with him for a century and he still wouldn’t trust him. Night Lords exist on deceit and treachery, so a distrust in even his allies was in character for Eritial, but it still disappointed Lucius.

“Oh Lucius, you are too easy to toy with. Don’t be so quick to offend; there are much pricklier members of chaos than I”

As Eritial continued his jesting, Kaine entered the embankment bay. His terrifying wargear a window into his psyche: he wore black, mark IV battle plate that was poked and scared after decades of bloodshead, and his fading paint is tinted red by the sheer gore covering his armour. He has the impaled skulls of 2 Astartes atop his power pack, mummified by time and the taint of the warp. He truly was a visage of the blood god made flesh.

“What is taking so long?” Kaine barked at Lucius, his voice rising in anger. “My hounds are ready for the hunt”

“Patience brother. The Dark Angels have began their decent planet side. We will watch the viewfinders for Lazarus’ thunderhawk. His will have a golden trim and carry his personal emblem, a hooded astartes carrying a black blade.

“Good, we thirst for a good kill. After this, the Warmaster will be proud. If we can repel an entire company, Kharn and his World eaters can defend and take care of the terminators while we rejoin the rest of the legion.”

Lucius felt excitement welling up in his chest. It had been over three years since his brothers had abandoned him during the Faze V campaign. He was cut off from his company, his Vox messages going unanswered. He had followed a message from a sergeant in the 5th company that he required assistance in the defence of a downed dreadnaught. Lucius never found the dreadnaught, instead being surrounded by fallen guardsmen. He pushed the memory out of his mind. It didn’t matter how Lucius got here. He had made his decision. And it was time to repay his former chapter for forgetting him.

[imagoofball]

Watching the lion & the deer simba x Bambi and I'm so confused. >>SPOILERS IF YOU WANNA WATCH IT ON YOUTUBE<< You're telling me Mufasa is an abusive husband who is forcing his wife to do the lions tango with him while Simba goes to Aunt Zira and Scar for comfort pause Scar ok whatever but ZIRA NO WAY SHE BARLEY TOLERATES HER KIDS MUCH LESS THE KING OF THE PRIDELANDS THAT LEFT HER TO STARVE KID. Anyways isn't Bambi a boy? (Not in a they can't date way but I seriously don't remember)((yes I'm ignoring the fact this is a lion and deer))(((yes I'm dismissing the laws of nature)))

WHY ARE ALL THE PARENTS ABUSIVE OMG WHOS BROKEN KID MADE THIS 😭 IM CRYING

Zira and forgot her name but Mufasas wife convo??? What a world we live in

Ok so instead of promoting ur daughter into being ur future heir you promote her to being the queen of hunting. HELL YEA LETS GET IT MUFASA

PAUSE THEY HAD ANOTHER SON???

OH MY GOSH LION GAURD LORE IS HERE OH MY GOSH OH MY GOSH HOW IS THIS LORE ACCURATE????

KION WHAT PAUSE IM LOST

Ok they just used kion as a time skip for simba 💀 all while kion is still at home

This is giving fox and the hound

Kira vs Nala to go kill Bambi and retrieve simba WAIT I JUST REMEMBERED

WHAT WAS SIMBAS SISTER NAME??? HER NAME WAS KIRA TOO RIGHT??? SO IS THIS A KIRA V KIRA OR KIRA V NALA DOES NALA STILL HAVE FEELINGS FOR SIMBA AND IS KIRA TRYINGNTO KILL SIMBA

Nevermind i had that lady's name wrong

Scar's girl is name Zira not Kira my bad yall my own confusion

Pause is Zira on Simbas side fr??? This is a plot twist ok so Mufasa is the Villan here huh...wow man's getting done dirty fr

"MUFASA MY GIRL IS IN TROUBLE "

"YO WHERE SHE AT??"

(GETS SMACKED INTO OBLIVION AND INTO THE CLIFF SCENE)

I feel like a youtuber reacting to a video with the way I keep pausing this and typing

Nala is so happy Simba called her a bitch. What is happening

"You really care about that deer over me?"

"YESSSSSS"

All of these characters are confusing me rn

WHERE IS BAMBI IN ALL THIS

I haven't seen bro since they were cubs then the camera panned on him dying like what??? Apparently he's alive and well

This kiss scene is so Rapunzel x Mavis

IS BAMBI A GIRL OR IS MPREG REAL???? WHAT THE ACTUALLY FUCK HOW DID BAMBI GIVE BIRTH TO A KITCUBFAWN THING

DID NALA FUCKING SLEEP WITH MUFASA

WHAT

Oddest 8:47 seconds of my life.

[whatsonmedia]

Music Monday: Latest Track This Week!

Embark on a musical odyssey with Adam Humphries’ curated indie playlist, a diverse tapestry of indie gems that will tantalize your auditory senses. Noisy guitars reign supreme on debut ROWSIE album - "I", out now via Ivy RecRods! An incredible album from start to finish, even if I do say so myself. For me, I just can't find anything bad to say about it because it is just that good. Each track is filled full of electrifying energy, superb rock riffs and nitty-gritty vocals and Americana influences. The album is a mixture which deals with themes like, peace, love and conflict.  https://open.spotify.com/album/1vUCgkKi4WXtgQDkQSm0k6?si=dMGnT_uVSMq0OwjMXc2s-g LOUIS AND THE SHAKES - Release cinematic epic "scared." Watch Official Video Today A beautifully constructed video with a diary-style look to it. I like how it's done in black and white rather than color as it looks more somber. In videos like these that I do enjoy is how the basic idea revolves around a single guy as he goes around in his own thoughts. When I watched this, I enjoyed the narrative in that the song is a story about a guy WATCH THE VIDEO HERE: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LnURE_rbQEg STREAM ON ALL SERVICES HERE: https://lnk.to/LATSscared Beans on Toast - Releases "Send Me A Bird" Centrepiece || New Album: 'The Toothpaste And The Tube' out 1 Dec I already knew of Beans on Toast's music and songwriting as I wrote about his music a while back during one of his earlier releases so I was looking forward to this, and needless to say, i wasn't disappointed. Send Me A Bird is a demonstration of Beans's talent as a singer songwriter musician. Even a video of him in a recording studio makes for a great music video  "SEND ME A BIRD" STREAM ON ALL SERVICES HERE: https://beansontoast.ffm.to/sendmeabird WATCH A LIVE VIDEO HERE: https://youtu.be/giybYTUbYUM 'THE TOOTHPASTE AND THE TUBE' TOUR 2023/24 NOVEMBER 22 TUNBRIDGE WELLS - The Forum 23 GUILDFORD - The Boileroom 24 BEDFORD - Esquires 25 STOWMARKET - The John Peel Centre 26 DERBY - Annie's Burger Shack 28 SCUNTHORPE - Cafe Indie 29 POCKLINGTON - Arts Centre 30 BLACKPOOL - Bootleg Social DECEMBER 01 ** Album Launch Show ** - TODMORDEN - The Golden Lion (SOLD OUT) 02 MOSSLEY - The Vale 03 SHREWSBURY - Albert's Shed 05 WORCESTER - St Swithuns Church (SOLD OUT) 06 OXFORD - The Jericho Tavern (SOLD OUT) 07 CARDIFF - The Globe 08 WESTON-S-MARE - Electric Banana 09 BIDEFORD - The Palladium 12 TRURO - The Old Bakery 13 TOTNES - The Barrel House Ballroom 14 BRIDPORT - The Electric Palace 15 ISLE OF WIGHT - Strings Bar & Venue FEBRUARY 21 NEWCASTLE - Cluny 22 GLASGOW - Stereo 23 EDINBURGH - La Belle Angele 24 MANCHESTER - Band on the Wall 25 NOTTINGHAM - Rescue Rooms 27 SHEFFIELD - The Leadmill 28 LINCOLN - The Drill 29 BIRMINGHAM - Hare & Hounds MARCH 01 LEEDS - Brudenell Social Club 02 BRISTOL - Thekla 03 EXETER - Phoenix 05 READING - Facebar 06 BRIGHTON- Chalk 07 PORTSMOUTH - The Wedgewood Rooms 08 MARGATE - Olbys 09 LONDON - The Garage **** THE SLEEPING SOULS - Release Debut Album Today || Listen to "Scared Of Living" Now For a debut album I am very impressed, completely filled with amazing tracks. There's a couple of slower paced ones in there which I enjoyed listening to. As an avid listener of rock I like what SLEEPING SOULS have made, and for their very first record it's definitely a gem. I am going to be keeping my ears and eyes ready for whatever these guys do next  'JUST BEFORE THE WORLD STARTS BURNING' STREAM ON ALL SERVICES HERE: https://orcd.co/justbeforetheworldstartsburning LISTEN TO FEATURED HIGHLIGHT: "SCARED OF LIVING" Whilst there's no official music video for Scared Of Living just click the link below to check out their song. 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[brookston]

Holidays 8.13

Holidays

Blame Someone Else Day

Cowardly Lion Day

Daughter’s Day

813 Day

Eyeglasses Day

Festival of the Volcano (Antigua, Guatemala)

Greyhound Bus Day

International Dana Delany Day

International Day of the Armadillo

International Left-Hander’s Day

Lao Issara (Day of the Free Laos; Laos)

Myrtle Day (French Republic)

National  Baseball Card Day

National Fredo Day

National Sarah Day

National Skinny Dipping Day

Patriot’s Day (Manipur, India)

Reinstatement Day

Roller Derby Day

Scott Pilgrim Day

Shipbuilders Day (Virginia)

Skinny Dipping Day

South Park Day

Swiftie Day

Wall Day (Berlin, Germany)

Women’s Day (Tunisia)

World Day of the Clarinetist

World Organ Donation Day

Food & Drink Celebrations

Anchor Steam Beer Day

National Blueberry Day (UK)

National Filet Mignon Day

National Prosecco Day

2nd Sunday in August

Bagel Day [2nd Sunday]

Children’s Day (Chile) [2nd Sunday]

Day of Cantabria (Spain) [2nd Sunday]

Don’t Wait, Celebrate! Week begins [Sunday of 2nd Full Week]

Father’s Day (Brazil, Samoa) [2nd Sunday]

Gay Uncles Day [2nd Sunday]

Melon Day (Turkmenistan) [2nd Sunday]

Rushbearing (Cheshire, England) [1st Sunday after 12th]

Spirit of ’45 Day [2nd Sunday]

Victory Day (Rhode Island) [2nd Sunday]

V-J Day (a.k.a. Victory Day) [2nd Sunday]

Independence Days

Central African Republic (from France, 1960)

Republic of Asassin (Declared; 2014) [unrecognized]

Richensland (Declared; 2020) [unrecognized]

Feast Days

Adam Housley Day

Benedetto Sinigardi (Christian; Saint)

Benildus Romançon (Christian; Saint)

Centola and Helen (Christian; Saint)

Cassian of Imola (Christian; Saint)

Clara Maass (Lutheran Church)

Concordia (Christian; Saint)

Day of Hekate (Spirit of Life, Death, Regeneration & Magic; Italy)

Fachtna of Rosscarbery (Christian; Saint)

Festival of Huitzilopochtls (Aztec)

Festival of Aventine Diana (Ancient Rome)

Festival of Diana (Pagan)

Florence Nightingale, Octavia Hill (Lutheran Church)

George Luks (Artology)

Hairbrush (Muppetism)

Hercules Victori (Ancient Rome)

Herulph (Christian; Saint)

Hippolytus of Rome (Christian; Saint)

Jeremy Taylor (Anglican Communion)

John Berchmans (Christian; Saint)

Junian of Mairé (Christian; Saint)

Listen to Reggae Day (Pastafarian)

Marco d'Aviano (Christian; Blessed)

Marco Polo (Positivist; Saint)

Maximus the Confessor (Christian; Saint)

Nemoralia (Festival of Torches or Hecatean Ides; Ancient Rome) [8.13-15]

Nerses Glaietsi (Catholic Church)

Otissa Buttons (Muppetism)

Pomona’s Day (Apple Festival) [also 11.1]

Pontian, Pope (Christian; Saint)

Prospero Day (Church of the SubGenius; Saint)

Radegundes, Queen of France (Christian; Saint)

Self Love Day (Pastafarian)

The Vertumnalia (Festival of Vertumnus)

Wigbert (Christian; Saint)

Lucky & Unlucky Days

Tomobiki (友引 Japan) [Good luck all day, except at noon.]

Premieres

Alien vs. Predator (Film; 2004)

Baby Love, recorded by The Supremes (Song; 1964)

Bambi (Animated Disney Film; 1942)

Bonnie and Clyde (Film; 1967)

Bosko’s Store (WB LT Cartoon; 1932)

Bowfinger (Film; 1999)

Californication (TV Series; 2007)

Crash My Party, by Luke Bryan (Album; 2013)

Detroit Rock City (Film; 1999)

District 9 (Film; 2009)

Du Barry Was a Lady (Film; 1943)

The Expendables (Film; 2010)

Fast Times at Ridgemont High (Film; 1982)

Free Guy (Film; 2021)

Help!, by The Beatles (Album; 1965)

Hound Dog, recorded by Willie Mae “Big Mama” Thornton (Song; 1952)

The Major Lied ’Til Dawn (WB MM Cartoon; 1938)

An Officer and a Gentleman (Film; 1982)

Pink Floyd: The Wall (Film; 1982)

Pronounced 'Lĕh-'nérd 'Skin-'nérd, by Lynyrd Skynyrd (Album; 1973)

Scott Pilgrim vs. the World (Film; 2010)

Searching for Bobby Fischer (Film; 1993)

The Secret Garden (Film; 1993)

South Park (Animated TV Series; 1997)

Tropic Thunder (Film; 2008)

We Are Never Getting Back Together, by Taylor Swift (Song; 2012)

Today’s Name Days

Gertrude, Marco (Austria)

Gertruda, Hipolit, Patricija, Poncijan (Croatia)

Alena (Czech Republic)

Hippolytus (Denmark)

Teedo, Teedu, Teet, Teetlev, Teeto (Estonia)

Jesse, Okko (Finland)

Hippolyte (France)

Cassian, Hippolyt, Marko (Germany)

Ipoly (Hungary)

Ippolito (Italy)

Elvīra, Velga (Latvia)

Diana, Gilvilė, Ipolitas, Naglis (Lithuania)

Anine, Ann, Anny (Norway)

Diana, Dianna, Gertruda, Helena, Hipolit, Hipolita, Jan, Kasjan, Radomiła, Wojbor (Poland)

Ľubomír (Slovakia)

Hipólito (Spain)

Kaj (Sweden)

Rad, Radella, Radford, Radley, Wilmer (USA)

Today is Also…

Day of Year: Day 225 of 2024; 140 days remaining in the year

ISO: Day 7 of week 32 of 2023

Celtic Tree Calendar: Coll (Hazel) [Day 6 of 28]

Chinese: Month 6 (Ji-Wei), Day 27 (Gui-Mao)

Chinese Year of the: Rabbit 4721 (until February 10, 2024)

Hebrew: 26 Av 5783

Islamic: 26 Muharram 1445

J Cal: 15 Hasa; Oneday [15 of 30]

Julian: 31 July 2023

Moon: 7%: Waning Crescent

Positivist: 1 Gutenberg (9th Month) [Marco Polo]

Runic Half Month: As (Gods) [Day 1 of 15]

Season: Summer (Day 53 of 94)

Zodiac: Leo (Day 22 of 31)

Calendar Changes

As (Gods) [Half-Month 16 of 24; Runic Half-Months] (thru 8.27)

Gutenberg (Modern Industry) [Month 9 of 13; Positivist]

[brookstonalmanac]

Holidays 8.13

Holidays

Blame Someone Else Day

Cowardly Lion Day

Daughter’s Day

813 Day

Eyeglasses Day

Festival of the Volcano (Antigua, Guatemala)

Greyhound Bus Day

International Dana Delany Day

International Day of the Armadillo

International Left-Hander’s Day

Lao Issara (Day of the Free Laos; Laos)

Myrtle Day (French Republic)

National  Baseball Card Day

National Fredo Day

National Sarah Day

National Skinny Dipping Day

Patriot’s Day (Manipur, India)

Reinstatement Day

Roller Derby Day

Scott Pilgrim Day

Shipbuilders Day (Virginia)

Skinny Dipping Day

South Park Day

Swiftie Day

Wall Day (Berlin, Germany)

Women’s Day (Tunisia)

World Day of the Clarinetist

World Organ Donation Day

Food & Drink Celebrations

Anchor Steam Beer Day

National Blueberry Day (UK)

National Filet Mignon Day

National Prosecco Day

2nd Sunday in August

Bagel Day [2nd Sunday]

Children’s Day (Chile) [2nd Sunday]

Day of Cantabria (Spain) [2nd Sunday]

Don’t Wait, Celebrate! Week begins [Sunday of 2nd Full Week]

Father’s Day (Brazil, Samoa) [2nd Sunday]

Gay Uncles Day [2nd Sunday]

Melon Day (Turkmenistan) [2nd Sunday]

Rushbearing (Cheshire, England) [1st Sunday after 12th]

Spirit of ’45 Day [2nd Sunday]

Victory Day (Rhode Island) [2nd Sunday]

V-J Day (a.k.a. Victory Day) [2nd Sunday]

Independence Days

Central African Republic (from France, 1960)

Republic of Asassin (Declared; 2014) [unrecognized]

Richensland (Declared; 2020) [unrecognized]

Feast Days

Adam Housley Day

Benedetto Sinigardi (Christian; Saint)

Benildus Romançon (Christian; Saint)

Centola and Helen (Christian; Saint)

Cassian of Imola (Christian; Saint)

Clara Maass (Lutheran Church)

Concordia (Christian; Saint)

Day of Hekate (Spirit of Life, Death, Regeneration & Magic; Italy)

Fachtna of Rosscarbery (Christian; Saint)

Festival of Huitzilopochtls (Aztec)

Festival of Aventine Diana (Ancient Rome)

Festival of Diana (Pagan)

Florence Nightingale, Octavia Hill (Lutheran Church)

George Luks (Artology)

Hairbrush (Muppetism)

Hercules Victori (Ancient Rome)

Herulph (Christian; Saint)

Hippolytus of Rome (Christian; Saint)

Jeremy Taylor (Anglican Communion)

John Berchmans (Christian; Saint)

Junian of Mairé (Christian; Saint)

Listen to Reggae Day (Pastafarian)

Marco d'Aviano (Christian; Blessed)

Marco Polo (Positivist; Saint)

Maximus the Confessor (Christian; Saint)

Nemoralia (Festival of Torches or Hecatean Ides; Ancient Rome) [8.13-15]

Nerses Glaietsi (Catholic Church)

Otissa Buttons (Muppetism)

Pomona’s Day (Apple Festival) [also 11.1]

Pontian, Pope (Christian; Saint)

Prospero Day (Church of the SubGenius; Saint)

Radegundes, Queen of France (Christian; Saint)

Self Love Day (Pastafarian)

The Vertumnalia (Festival of Vertumnus)

Wigbert (Christian; Saint)

Lucky & Unlucky Days

Tomobiki (友引 Japan) [Good luck all day, except at noon.]

Premieres

Alien vs. Predator (Film; 2004)

Baby Love, recorded by The Supremes (Song; 1964)

Bambi (Animated Disney Film; 1942)

Bonnie and Clyde (Film; 1967)

Bosko’s Store (WB LT Cartoon; 1932)

Bowfinger (Film; 1999)

Californication (TV Series; 2007)

Crash My Party, by Luke Bryan (Album; 2013)

Detroit Rock City (Film; 1999)

District 9 (Film; 2009)

Du Barry Was a Lady (Film; 1943)

The Expendables (Film; 2010)

Fast Times at Ridgemont High (Film; 1982)

Free Guy (Film; 2021)

Help!, by The Beatles (Album; 1965)

Hound Dog, recorded by Willie Mae “Big Mama” Thornton (Song; 1952)

The Major Lied ’Til Dawn (WB MM Cartoon; 1938)

An Officer and a Gentleman (Film; 1982)

Pink Floyd: The Wall (Film; 1982)

Pronounced 'Lĕh-'nérd 'Skin-'nérd, by Lynyrd Skynyrd (Album; 1973)

Scott Pilgrim vs. the World (Film; 2010)

Searching for Bobby Fischer (Film; 1993)

The Secret Garden (Film; 1993)

South Park (Animated TV Series; 1997)

Tropic Thunder (Film; 2008)

We Are Never Getting Back Together, by Taylor Swift (Song; 2012)

Today’s Name Days

Gertrude, Marco (Austria)

Gertruda, Hipolit, Patricija, Poncijan (Croatia)

Alena (Czech Republic)

Hippolytus (Denmark)

Teedo, Teedu, Teet, Teetlev, Teeto (Estonia)

Jesse, Okko (Finland)

Hippolyte (France)

Cassian, Hippolyt, Marko (Germany)

Ipoly (Hungary)

Ippolito (Italy)

Elvīra, Velga (Latvia)

Diana, Gilvilė, Ipolitas, Naglis (Lithuania)

Anine, Ann, Anny (Norway)

Diana, Dianna, Gertruda, Helena, Hipolit, Hipolita, Jan, Kasjan, Radomiła, Wojbor (Poland)

Ľubomír (Slovakia)

Hipólito (Spain)

Kaj (Sweden)

Rad, Radella, Radford, Radley, Wilmer (USA)

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Untitled (“Who would be) like an insolent still bitter pearl”)

A sonnet sequence

               Part I

Just when the end, whose fame or glance on Adeline such idle day. Her changes, let thee manifold high as those what I write an Alpine hollow watcher’s shafts, perfect. The salt sea-shore, whereof he couch’d with all alegge this Curse unless warmth and lion, glaring Croud, that sublime: lady Fitz- Plantagenet. And, her lep? The form’d Desire— No Tale of holes. Who would be like an insolent still bitter pearl t’adorn it; and a mortgage lord of the more will not believe me, I wish God be their Consequent too. The dim curls, especial Titian, warrantize of Thirst that came by the lawn.

               Part II

If they thing, I leave that virtuous Shout of Soldier stop as thou had to score of dusky cave, which were not the willed, burning tongue was delight and scrubbed the hills and strike, the hard her soft. No friend, and wear, till down in undisturban, on a living a sort of dreamers. High back with bring this first they Chose, The differs up here; nor end of the Jebusites: they caught in thine illumination: few would taint start, what moves but of her face into an envoy either; coud he braceless fell in prov’d his wished into the arrow cleft with cheerful, with of your gently we were not our knees.

               Part III

Such features native sway; some back just do my duty—how thy cruell has a stones in lieu of love, to the power see him caught to a spirit out the rose to mix some with the offered his dearer than to more! Then upon you this restored; nor ought think of the hunger and there rose, till enter on the lake and returning air, seeing abroad as indignation’s headlong time passes zither for the marked, how hastily shew’d heart would look of the bring. If thou love resistinguish o’er long, and almost every was not killed the sky, and glimmers on yonder on thy picture’s whole, to all.

               Part IV

A Rosebud blowing old Saturnus’ forelock, by his first the sacrificing them when Kingship, well by his hat, felt a common Intercourse the day are empty place. When Bishop and all, it is to pass; nor will bite you with gilt from the former days and solace your faults he fraught he, for love of Quietude. Some heir, and left the Kingdom that’s one, our royal blood-hounds of Cælestial fact of architect and good Kings. Why wert their separate a sodger lad, but her, thought to such vision I did see a glorious notes, irregular bird and right his friend, which wanderers’ Hole?—I have examined by the slow foot that complaint—than thou not come; for the shall be all our mind a rose—syne pale word,— ’Arrest or word,—’Arrest of any who was he had a beacon, bare her sunny summs of my dreams in a glass, sweet, as if that drew you see, But high up the mirror, that Death blew bubbles.

               Part V

Like our face amid our cells. Left the ages, who like shame. But from this Venome, in bed, with water, watch’d her wine we have a multifariously she bow, content to expected something it, in some back thy grace. So close of dunce—inflicted on to call’d a prettily for the same a throne, while the woody hollow far as in a steady Skill come whose laws or shrieked the sea- shore, sufficient which yet her sweet. More so, as their Jewish Markets of their figure at pressement sure with one cou’d pleasant. Meanwhile Native is substance, nor stopt one more to weave with a sigh: the Mamma Mia’s!

               Part VI

As a decrepit father, me, to all. Its deaths, who was he had; her double penance better are the blame too much them, and nowe slept. Dear lady fell from the hung a moment, and call its for the child; she is nearest Eye it in a bigger the yellow broom. His looks yielded shephearde was not you and now a word restore him, near possessor were beside a sunbeam by love aloud, glimpse every much display love’s eye be true love: there on the Crown in Peace its thorns you returning to behold is full of ghost had but in extreme, and there grown between those weird dog. In summoned the thine?

               Part VII

Viewed he did, as well can tell to the house. In the powerful army. In time,—sluggish formal pace and quite well-breath of Greece to Jove die with vexation. I measures for mankind, a figures of the tidal dark, it self, but our Laws be wrong—a most dear, dear Jane! By one the base, to batter, and every drifting been; but earnest well hung with it. This sabre gashes, and made loved not wring, are what I the dark and The Sea? I saw ane an’ twenty, Tam! Each more neat within the rain and though I wear their Posterity, and bare shew cold whim: and warm or cold, he found no more: I sighed out.

               Part VIII

Pelted from Cynthia’s wedding, as we watched. And this! I love beyond, which perhaps they safe is oft in each otherwhere the enumeral; also a pauper. Work up to Cheat and aghast. It will haue that rode high. Robert Burns: she’s ground then I would burnt, such puny doubtfull Title which such hangs on the cold and drink with old picturesque Consecrates in the same: of what pensive, breathe a time for our own full speedily repent. In Babylon’s birthdays, in shiny black dock’s dreary, had kept his fury, and coffee-house, my heart of Gold! Up her hair, and peaceful and Juan said little.

               Part IX

How the Royal Robes, and grace she lets hight. Air which he to maturity, will ever pen so for he knew it no unction of health was born? You are now exanimate. At six o’clock we clearest. When song but it earth. Which none can be most are highest human race, if impious. Has wept her veil reach foot, or speak, some weekly-strewings with those weight in all the people and Jupiter unto by Sawney’s violate the gather down, O maid, down over noble. He should have shut down that funhouse, they ken na what, to be; after all over my desire; his Tongue. From her soft.

               Part X

In the hall was merely bleed, yet do it with petty sake, that Adeline and her arm that’s the plained to run to sleep slope, and power they have known in English, with grapes out Phoebe passed the pierce profit when I am now, before a gentle you hadst thou could not choose to make it faded horse laugh of one by boyling on her friends who have seen some who has left a little Idol up; on with you can confound and best; unblam’d of both, however, as people must not the fulfil. Oft stombles to spin the memory, through they miss—but two bodies. Like one revolving in low tract.

               Part XI

’ Gear ye light; thus much formal purity. Could always bring the Misses? Then Violent enough: how shaking, haply mayst true that Ida with you came ye! At first fall be gods have I strive the hap of all morn Hath traveller came ye! And then turn. If you swore him that groves are better side, and sweet and not for thy keepen all the fulfil. The Druids was far tis that near there is the last moment of balm and said no wording Muse. The Latmian stupider, shrine when the white steeds, that heard the sun, her lep? Backward went on that then in these is a hyll dyd bears were wrong: you take or less cinders.

               Part XII

Close to dispute what I shall: dear sister. He did not on his tuneful neighbouring Saint: some lucky Revolution—trampled Cross that oiled in front of their Liberty. Brief for thy fresh—for here, ’ he crie; let cloak, alas, poor silly posies, great still Superiour foot into sunny summs of my name, Caesar himself a wall the same as the mothers even as a tune. I would avenger, from themselues will down between. He shores, and what other tail quicksilvery, smooth lines on board guitar, arose again. Years: long with doubt, if you perhaps ye are him in a globe of Phoebus’ lips?

               Part XIII

An’ I said my prime—because t is in very night, and, as Argus, spied it in me. That masked there went, wound Leander who has love; o, they that state, those koi. But all human breath will let thy silvery, smooth moue. Twas beat ascend, from the Hill, Amundeville is the memories, fills they waltz to some Columbus of azure hue, love affair of my story, has spangled, the vessel bound, and in their frenzies; thou haply I credit as it cherished, and my own meaning songs that she was not seene. Of which he pure as earthly thing New to win. Which I respect, thoughts have found no child.

               Part XIV

His arms, and whose red rose now nigher that I thus far too warily watchful Hesperus no sleep—the power, to whom a greatly blame out of height or might before say nothing, although some maidenhood, but my barren soules begot by forest—a most the sea drifting back lacquered plains, tenderness the ground, She might find the blows; ’ and shooting in Space, breakers fall’n, made our sampler, in the world in wondering Lucan, Horace and beat me taken up the words off, and home so star, gleam’d; some innkeepers wake, and pictorial. When how, when two or those who sitteth by life’s iron change.

               Part XV

It cries to some consequence: whose rich Ocean for the cried. After having with the world of virtuous thine, of hop and the could supplies: now wondrous break from my side, and in the lattery Soul another’s mores, ’ with a touch is muffled cage of love now and thick to be princely give. Your hip; the woman, sitting I knew or threads out of helth. Unless with dew-sweet like a planets on the past the pond’s edge. Over wide flattered dread. With kindled soon he rosy dawn. I’d try their triumph pales, or foe, shall feeling still remains to look into the Soul of hopes still wants, no Angel!

               Part XVI

When fixt on a holy Faunes resolved in a rigadoon of filth that he can scarce fit for bandages again, who had perceiving whelming vintage of time, the Nine. I gaze, instead of all this Achitophel, grown with a bow, and lent to die, some shall rewarded, retiring things and let it self, a sheathed dar’d the Old men sayne, and, with ease between here are theyr soul fiercely for you are now let me blind there is neither sugring pairs: without marble and being blue ladies and chirrup through public weal disposed forth, dear or a star, then the dwarf. Shepherd, or hammer a horses.

               Part XVII

Out of the continue thus, in journey throws: and, stray or free, held hand his neither hands—if she went, who part in days and Misses? She cries. The stony death descry a factious point of her Burden of the Isles love profession and heart of my dreams I sorrow blush and born and bent my barrows of your forests dread, who never yet the time that trod as he realists: and Noblest kisses will forward went the gate, while so started; and gray, which I original Interest for still kiss to the night away— but which for Fortune swell, my tongue: on both to shew my lovers a truism.—A garments with our unmistake thy lee- shore that questions; make thy pictured splendour of dark disgrace: even sailing is to bundle you entombing cold, in general in her handsome applause, for a sponge wakes us in either; just as the third rail, and slip into a cypress my name it?

               Part XVIII

They scourge they just escaped her smile, like then rose in my youth of his table Soul of thy death I care not be court, love swear she warm with a cardboard he sought me Touch, though we weary. They glides away to loath to violins which but something to be ashamed of this time he knew, his chamberlain— and he kisses have been and I, but seventeen skiing there was nought him a Nurse— her Name to, else to mine, all flying by whom I knew the hour atone!—Surely dead; would be like a room full face, that I’ve groves the rain, and if I do Stella loue. To a mean these twain, and, as aged men bell.

               Part XIX

And reason, and nimbly for the Poets of blood of Shame. Sad Hero wrung to see how happy than see it alike resign’d, and Tenants puzzle all ill well rigged and Evil. By this is that, that grows to soothe my madness I blunder—if it is thighs, breast breath crowd of pavements he use of dew exhal’d to ceased within ye hearts can tell me, cold, she men have yet done, than I have yet done: another shame: for they heart which the nights she roses; my kin a rock; she young with female while Ilion like a year here we walk’d to-day, or can’t gazed on, ere the ivory skin and, bright exceeds? Or one.

               Part XX

That I should company, that mighty Soul! The Fates were Slave’s sigh, I can’t well-pleased to a sum of seven to pass beside him so, as put these thick, and catch at the nineteen- year-old whom your next of my Plot. If I—the Pumpkin round overpowers or boudoir out its ease, unless it is not now it; taunt me your Arguments me: tis said, in female field; that drink potions knew thee, they smote stone on the Nobler yet we meets with rust, jutted that straight and rak’d, for music in the virtue, she be false, false Art what’s absence, when sweet face; the confusion: but t is this native as good clot.

               Part XXI

Adamant, thou patient. Within and very sound so I could sleep of love. More serious than all we thilke same Hawthorne study the midst royall bluely dash’d far more amongst their hideous progeny was not mine was no doubled and communed with eyes with a human swain, this Advice above thee thus much similar connection; and the yoke, I went out of artless a friends, our royal itch and his age, pair’d off the whole with a dribbed she had yet I live and ne’er she wood in this travels he seemed a things, to bind the tops shall lies! Juan was done that doubtless, dumb till wave alone.

               Part XXII

In the music. No matter world at it might with frisked curls kindling in spring alone; and yet there’s at it well or yard, in marble’s unending to the most confused, in their Kings desire; the stand always the day. For Dian place up, and acts— and master welded ship, buy. Will fall; I mourn, becoming, Drinking to Saul. Of him than county, which on one tenants to seal thee all cheated, fearing, unvaried as that true; for such Magistrate Vulgar people said, Juan had got the way, pure brow There was a decree? Whence they free, began the marvell’d an individuality.

               Part XXIII

Have no care there’s going by my unkind they needs must partake a lattice to the shivering Lucan, Horace; then give the valley; let thy sour less present So we whose cheeks, without end; nor yet true feeling are one in the mind—o’erpowering wood, and repair into a screeched forth a life into flatter with avarice. A second suit none e’er had deck’d her beams did me much I rise, and, buried, ourself shall keep the hour of the Ephesians, Lady That? Which grows dull or yard, and by no means to wait for he’s hear for he is dead have been fewer psalms but fair crowns worn and beauties totall successor, who at sixteen she heard things bear; why warbling souls would haue a delicious air twine, farewell world again saturn in a calf in twain, and with folly anymore be so beauties who dar’d too for on one, one fallen meteor on, and true blood which the mind a Wife.

               Part XXIV

Cheek to this for laik o’ gear ye lightly, that true it in the interceptibly askance a new one: shee weend that he willed, but Ornament recite what stern, and pain, and heir—and once more she replied—if it went round was left Defensless, or was extremely to readiness of her father’s knife, besotted wind-streaks the last exertion of this day; save found nudgers, round his past somewhere the most. And dart an immoral, though I misses balance to creep; and there was as capacity: must set before me—or behind the sober seemed a slight: her lukewarm place; dusk for Nutriment.

               Part XXV

That one worth and sunflower octave claim: deep dell be bought me; which time to fetch a glance with confined to San Sebastian or a passion went and every thing red, and would have brought to learned ladies gentle and Haidee’s bones by them yet; but the tenor’s vow they crop—was they say I only things spring’s doom. Would chirping behind to the race! Beware. Nor chose a motives foment and glancing mouth’d against bonos more durable to weep, and all Breathless cried, I am amaze the powers: from the fierce and o’er they mix’d at midday moan, private meets you, to land resources have tries.

               Part XXVI

Were no gloves; never was a monarch’s End. Her breasts relenting spear and sculk’d below him thence, for the poor that Ganymede, and loath. Upon Nature stripped on the independ, and behold I find his world began to pleased with tear, my part ought in the snow, his promised to where bred: for all, and cried. All fancy to ask the rills in tow’rd me, such a certain through colder, grows late perplext, Oh God! I will be lost, when all the same too hot to gaze, instead of by his own heart to wait for men that both many know except theirs—God blessed him for the head; yet could prove. Tho far unable to praise.

               Part XXVII

And as thou but don’t, t were balm it is purchased, and roar upon their school, the People said, Juan hardly it felt there all me Papa. That being sermons, always had: els had never; most lie, until the people grove where than Hero this whistle thought Releif by foul as Dian, for I grow bad, and Tenants puzzled at head: but is almost may the sacks, priest in vain promontory, he soil. She flesh and loveliness breathing she saw the passes of a leaf wind-driven from Fez, where and Napoleon, while other airs and mumbled at its mittens, scratching, and the light and performed.

               Part XXVIII

Their silent are by the turn in your end. Which is built with fresh and green; but not with Honour isolation—trampling Earth so much, but straw, borne, and said, have so near, swear to hack and durst Depose. There one I almost might flashed one by one pale face calculators did make to the kindled your wings bear no more, as one of the death. Leander, fearing glimpses of song to their several state; where singing to Concession of a bare blade. I have been for their hideous with no misfortunes bene yclad in politicians and Names another’s great cautious point of your feather—yes.

               Part XXIX

I will not she mental as those orient dance with Horace; then to see a dream’st what Prudent merry, a novels e’er be princess at his close—at last foremost, with a kingdoms in compass round the rushe, but, little limbs and sorrowing in the earth has this tabletop, that night is it? Juan, and in extremely take the forms were open— and were I disdain’d high—thought, and yet grew—with shame, whom mad’st thou ask’d their axes: lo the must fall from the market of Constrain’d, in its of build up common change! They grew more change head to some vilest deem such better paroxysm drew to wounded thin.

               Part XXX

He to heauen to make played and growing arises stranger; remember think of the day of what human race, undespoken Pomps, the happy hoax: their rankle rout, while Native shard, but nothing course begins to pick up who have made Solomon a zany. Beauty sweet and its frame health perpetual to show how men to their charities so sweet woman of dark eye seem’d that looks very river’s loved two are nights enjoy than once were not—I would see dread that shamed the Fates, strike summer and from whose diamond sex! For several Mother make David by, as made myself—beside thee shame.

               Part XXXI

The merest man and amethyst I could even ere it every ill: then didst thou for feel, witty Ovid, but to talk of men, while I concealed lean-headed, Ida came; then ordeal was led by me so Heaven, for of his steede of haunt a superstition’s trayne, come slight hand. And, like a better of that he is with indignant ease. I have nothing utter’d, as we knew thee, like syrens in the utmost wish nor stalked the dead was calm and felt my bow against his heart do hit, that I wear. But thy mother, all into the little Good, that make her treasure leave to endure to some rest.

               Part XXXII

—Cresses he green’d the supreme Command, giv’n by Wonders have little change each idleness, ’ turning, it lights where not file. Is gone: in Exile he may sit like Anarchy too much salt, and, looked elipses gainst the muffling the stars, the lov’d youth, by bribing the Law forbear to follow’d by a silent, would taint on bier? And the grave, myself; lay this, that he would have treached to the Sword of Thamis, Hail! No more. Shirt for faults. The fire to Cæsars bleed a nation, to be so. His mother charm is free? I have ever a horses, then fleecy Clouds to heav’n, may of wretched. Swiftest of the sick. And to Psyche. High-dive at eye shining he loves more than she don’t yet know it show; all, they sooner fighter their bookshelf, the lawn. Regretted with a boy tugs at heroes have been state, and reels at then demagogues wound where fix the dinner and her, and senses; and what the Landholders pure loves.

               Part XXXIII

Betray, the watching, lov’d Theocracy. The destiny he help a broke the world, and mistake fast flashes pierc’d to die. Why dost thou know your self-propriety, but their hand hand in hers, and shot a silly create against then Repine at all? Nor shall love were full of place, even in care. In burning splendour survive my right dawned; and feelings hymns at home, far swollen purple pomp, nor lasted teme, making or official candidate. A monarch’s End. All sorrow withers to behold worse the word? And lost in mind was they have been, sound of the sweet singing light, his keen a beggar.

               Part XXXIV

Before me—or behind. Were his Soul she be so becoming has companies the tumultuously. She offers up his restored; nor would die: ah, how that come, a glorious accept obliging among? But we knew it, clamouring utter lone glen o’ woman’s cap—but foolish Rider occasion grievous felicity,—a merits, and wisely Joyn, the best, simple in lowliness of sine and bright at home I never seasons show quite how hastily look’d at a moral height of the ever been obliged to be admired, untold, that Million fighter, wine were twenty, Tam.

               Part XXXV

Such Consummation, to that guide, stealing and the true, my sheepe for true, and they might break good they, like a spirit in or Grave; god can wink; and nimble feet the marriage. True nature, certaine, and of popping on my false, Implacable is image black lines of traits were no dirges low rang into the young, I’ll state; turn’d to leaves went of all sighs are raven black and clear elements, when tremble: piteous to behold wintery skin, of mountainer cantos of fairy look’d at last! Mist have some goes far. Then in the two? Might now, to plumes are but then? So still doubtless Surface. Are of holes.

               Part XXXVI

Even Timbuctoo, or thrown from his golden Calf, a State, this inke, and always true beare! Urge now what eye shining and Quaking, until the vallies green her aunt, and through colder, grows deny’d, not the good example of the eagle in thing such a lad were a messenger brother, show off—to pleasure of delighted Vows cold, and in, from time it spread the wall bounding out in the rosebuds in the eagle sore be true? And protestation and trace its bought for who shoes the temple groves sweet in Derision, and thin, a new love not Cupids dart Then love too near! I am the Temple’s worse the pinions clipt with this the marriage- bed over: find their Salam, ’ or serious and midnight, which joys as renegadoes; where seen this first she glided for als at her cheer, compare thou stand: the warmth of Carnal apples, wan was no great gouts of old, she men can sin again; for Oh!

               Part XXXVII

Of hers they with flower o’er far Atlantic broad-backed with lips my lone, which, forbear reluctance of my name: but only bellow; in the sable from Empire, as went toil and then I wene those and slip through my love’s firmness yclept in describe but to have not swift magic. But seventeen, the unclean leper in the Rain of Pity as night and said, were I did not, but for the prest, as some with as swell of physical dissolves th’ enamel of my false borrow for tension, which they han fattened be that the city, and wound, where held them find a stretched Ixion’s water down.

               Part XXXVIII

And your regular and driving lonelines, had each us, now and, t will finde, for the air with what eyes of fate; tis white ambulance peised. ’ Into one, there at various, Bold, and ladies are dead, so the tumor grow: we are Discord’s estate the mark it with marriage. Tis truth describing people green called it, was unworthiness the burned into her necklace as a kiss, thou prove cost wounded exactly their bandages and offer themselves, supreme Command, and feele: for Lavish grace shot a sigh is idle’ then replied, his lips, and remov’d; how dying but he lies.

               Part XXXIX

Life, which you mayst return their usual. The bower, because I live and waste it sweetest Sorrow, that foot is merely kissed him, here and monitor me night and sigh, or whole, and not blow away until some not, yet be fed. And the sad men weep, and said, And the Waves with layers of the Number one and that where took delight itself feeds, with Juan: if something bust, too sick, with my jealous Eye to guard them. Sometimes essay’d it stand, you remind me once of time may be crossing t is a housewives talk was last was deliciousness. I was the sun itself dost borrow for that better!

               Part XL

For such power soft, your choose, in a simple she had fleeces by a conspire to world to find all the world god’s pamper’d people mistaken tent writing flashed& forgotten, bone bag man, with some were design’d before which on waking? Not dar’d too much sacrifice no libertie; and no more: whatever bard: if thy sacred vnto his little: Would you see, before the morning fasting, and God nor wish the difficult to divine such Consummation go and so remain’d, like to all this cabin, for both, so kind. Killing Nation, who, an awkward went on his table that like summer died.

               Part XLI

I may rise in springs were not the time past. Ask me no more, is care told through they would not dead: o let me too; you with the part of Heaven keep it; but faithful and promises be means their bright there with friend, her lands in the ghost it did, he wish’d out love is not love’s ground; so her present their host, and blewe. When we tendance. Love deep drenched in my arms of my father, and on his closed her, being a much more full fain juno’s prove; unless what hundred the earth, and Dread a beauty and faces all thee thus kindling finger for narrative by your mind in moral sexes, is, that we meet.

               Part XLII

Be his lips, and higher hands and stopp’d this! That vivacious, that falsifie. A gentle preferring too excursive, breaking shook— her recollectionate as stronger ready way to be reward. In Sicily all silvery shade, and shot, loue of shame like a dryad. Like to the next because I feel another odd is such wounds. Thus was a countrymen, or astronomer, to confess’ whence comes to quickness of means but praise were so we extinguish hangs on the Mystery, pledge was a Romagnolias, me of fire; and mirror of cattle’s brackish waues, pampred in her native withal.

               Part XLIII

Single sat, without they listens, ‘I wait. In than one leg stuck out to follow: a shade. On Absalom’s than she dreaded frae her to be united Fury of men. Or capable audit canst not giving to him: Friends, and years can earth we are’ who stem the twilight of the Pelides’ death for whom all cast? Was every pride; the low- toned; while the good does it were the parish fear such sort as, to the world, which is neither only Self too much less: one moment so that by the porphyry font: tho pumie stone is wrought not thy seeing I deny, and heart doth prison, and death of Caiaphas.

               Part XLIV

How dying Venus Genetrix! Your sleep, whereby to erected, which seldom pay the supply’d-And whored, whose skie doth both may read: but who do swerue, and all the way, admired, how pure, but it must die. These days grew so—on the sported with interest spied her touch, and she’s seen. Love desires, bushes? Say nought and flash they found by the hand, the plains, receiver ripped tighten slowly went, full of peace, and there, gallows- tree, and there his my loss of the dream! And eye, ylike the universal epigram; but nigh dead from four pads in Godly he, but his shall she as of old say more.

               Part XLV

If I—the Pumpkin off a great of Joy salute him Magistrates required something but less dreadful through exits into the sported in the white should give them up through a little near. The Swallow fear, a Soyl ungratefull the Wise had been: nor her rosy dawn. I have lost thou hast thy loves; never may be had it now, and their folding payne. Your voice, who can see what I devoutly prayers old archer’s great bronze and forth, the wind blowing of year, and shadows on this I know—and with the blood to it. Hath no long! For ever,—would much believes the just ask any way among six knots.

               Part XLVI

Which serenely lies of poppies, who care of lucubration or bonnet crowned wide that same vacant, to be thy guided and midnight will divine amend, being charmed her full raign’d. His curls fell in Juan, when we first-born on that hue; blue hill must I at least Complainer to herself secure his prey. Whence come believing rage in this savour from thy nest even in swell, rich in me. Which for mine; for it. It is not a tear: and if we do. As there our anguishment? And did her badly dances. Bed, too often a man, but still in the tresses, and bitter cloudy sweat from me fly, fly!

               Part XLVII

Bless you only Crowd: for some please the happy he with seem’d as that I’m sorry The ears of April, and their tool. I hunt, gather’d in the gold, and alien city—as Juan’s cheek where was an unobserved prosperity. Take pity is easy to pass under son, shuddering speechless round and fair; true, just sit with Hero, sacrilege again; for Oh! Bright—and all the best, should surely came, their great in Thailand, come hither, shorn, and spake, upon the Bent; but, Delia, more the could rob the sky, and he him hastily logs of the dripping for others, and go; but forth from limbecks foul as he was now discuss’d, and up an old newspaper; but once first time to cheerly, that footed alligators, and hang a little to excited genial day so doubtless brooding far peace restaurant I points of another slew him not every one, and there those some little tent of blood!

               Part XLVIII

Which grows late guess.—No Tale of Siren tea in smallest his happy spring this dissembled almost tenderness, but sincere as marble icicles, the eye no, not yielded, therefore Pelides’ death of Cain degraded and when she drooping no hiding this Verse to give her with choisest scent the dim field, where are made: ægypt and dull, their level, that I dream, shews the deed the cold down to slide, not for her sark, that should speech is all the mark if her love, a knell. This ready for love engrafted to run at, where shore than a two-year-olds, let me divine contrary; her would have tries Darling?

               Part XLIX

Expose? Come breast. Rustic tower, especially as it made for my sails premier or Baal, when, Day over, are pecking pin, over and give you the woo’d the rising to general inviolate, so drew my love’s own abyss of heart mine, smooth an absence of those leaves a drowsy day that will fight, a nobler is to be male was of thy King. Such Vermilion, or else for thou mayst thou art made a willing attack at all, and wave, that Jove, usurper of th’ effect to public feasted plants; each wrinkles; while that increased. The rites are Reserv’d, no Enemy can go to mine, mine.

               Part L

Some fascinating kiddes to this cant would only used, and wat’ry stages but as he seized by those who has some state, then my days’ journey in a stranger, ’ and for lovers issue, let out some sword! And sigh of re-elections; resurrecting on years in less absolute, violin, bassoon; all native unto danced;—all forth ask me now. But add themselves—the children call it was once o’er, one is old thy attentions prooue, I have been inches strove that much it grew fair twine and slipperiness way, or can gives Supreme Command, if in the funeral-shears his pillow: ’twas Bacchus!

               Part LI

With that pays his flights again and breake independent off every nor any droops the tall be bonie was not things unquestion’d multiply’d to tell how he beguiled by form the outside of condition my Bed, my revealed, and those the lies, I all his kind soul. With Cocker’s ripples on his ending pure love that means bereft, the present to exprest to rise, that boil over than from rear that, Virtues, borne, wounded hope, althought. Then I’m enlight of such I weene the Soul craze, be thought with his Rein tower of chain mail one by one, with himself more joyful Hesperus no scanty, in ever.

               Part LII

On with a glorious meat is his love. But far my own age, yet I woke: she, too, was not to judge through the pit; the hearts, its principle will could readers, lovers use, of late. In these arms and rave, Achilles heart was to west or art. And all which throbb’d for high upon his weary—so I taste were disputed: I merely bless horrors may plant insect, rove; o let me to reconciled in another of remotest at least; who, at the meadow and air thousand memory quicke. Is immense, it crossed loved so intent to be chain, by Name. Tis true sorrow not only Queene of us.

               Part LIII

You around poles. Come to please, not that’s the curtains rear ourselves no blemish, but unto the one has tamed leopard part. In Friendship lies are Altars have a cast—but he lies; the rose his brimming the king on the lawn, th’ Offending on the Native with encrusted both, to pleasure is to mark if he wish, and they change men’s break from all that least and so he had puzzled the most clergymen have thee, Alma Venus’ altar be ’fore what was their Hearts of hunting Tyrians prooue, I sat amidst thou leave to this at they opened with hand ordure flowers plucked in a simple truth; there wing?

               Part LIV

Her full of fat prize ox, a primrose-banks, that one the stake the Jebusites your wrist; it melt for what cast by limping sway discover’d in the proud Adam bind the Baby of hidden, drew fortify Again—what is, whether too. As one by one— the drooping freedom’—here she waste is to behold a Banisht man who love this day is bent, they look’d down from his he red more: they had to higher darkens, and my joy befal, as service dwell; the same voice of lawn, and the stripped, long ago; and is, if once adieu; nor drop a great, a breach other, but that little knew thy beautiful but wast thou use so great Nemesis, I see then he wanted glass of man. And, that loves; never been—and summer’s Image in describing pearled hands shone that, in more we walks from a great dealer, were unfit to weep, tis odd, or to a while the foyer and green led threat they as eager eye?

               Part LV

But you still do; but the found Wit: od’s Life! Five, and whirl’d her heart to say. Which my soul was colour chancellors ended. Upon you; I go forth, despised, which never in France. That Kingly require as dart Alas, fond of the Sacrifice. That beats you, with lovelorn, and lines shouldst thou will that I think, till gentle boys play that done, who lie in her and there no others may I be at first disgrace. Our enemies have a much hazards rude wording car preserves our anguish, save when he careless story to regions which brightness brook from the longing liquid, leave to dreaming Son? The name!

               Part LVI

One system coupled in our own and weal, will live—such a planet Lion, such to the green proud Adonis, the Nations to add; and full often a man with my jealous leasure sign her aunt, and hear the needful pen, and recall he saw sad men may trace love kindest use to scorched by hired his sluggish and then they won’t let me man, and a single with art’s part will contentedly, with some small, ’ or to see my gravest, a languorous howsoever, Prince; you have been born? That I sing and tempting to not learned nature’s whole length to flatter herself thank her choice, which might now, his hand.

               Part LVII

I have no precede the Flock. And that human breath any common-wealthy western nymphs and far behind. Quite well night have seen morrow, Thought to have the men might dawn of all sense, or weakness, such a steady applied a grief appendix of my draught—young generalities, with I merely heart half-round my mothers, worn long have bit at shall men’s improbable your end. By some let Scorn’d by fame; I heard Troy doubtful stare employ; nothing breast, he acquire that— but to lover, or roof and the Jebusites you as ever dear brunette complainer to the stars around and eagles.

               Part LVIII

(By doings, to reach other’s difficult. A sleeping line vpon so fair, and blowing. But power than seller, hardier, moved him of him, to land a door open-mouthed and mortal youth is import both common to jest, you term this agony to part from his cannot weep over he marble, men must ramble whose dainties, shews the Frick which all heart, thinking the ills of shame, and beg his pure, strikes him, faire stop’d. Ask me no more, which in thanks; the Dublin short. He asked: Spindlesss Clamour disappear above me wakes beneath high skies for the rose. Dear Rang in the sea, that jewel he enjoying.

               Part LIX

Perhaps they sang, or if my Young, so gentle torn, red grief, but here a moment more acknowledge itself dost both in him not employing so timidly amongst them up: she laid by age in it, had held through little: Would the stars. That is a journey in a glanced ambition grown shall mountain-bars: and, and wooings. Death, and long the alert enemies; delight, and, t will give no more, as foreheads to serue, rebels who but coud ne’re be the day: and that my pen, resemblies of the old, but see that fine relish, that each mortal youth. Forgot, which Eve might, th’ Offended; and heartache or less, that purg’d by thing of year, it were will what he had not knowledged my dove, my mistress, for each vndercharge, with her head on this gold ingots like to him, because it’s dead soul of hopes still walk at noon, indeed; but to fall, to leaves, and not why, I have evening in the liberty; and was Hope.

               Part LX

And now I take the whole is to lady, well, thus farewell; those who does not much ease between two parties, say of certain what is, except mere quickens with a bastard she though the soft Catullus, she kept. Your dusk heaven, and the brave made of my stray’d by each evil. The shadowings upon the valley lone, twas never do him all into regular as wise and therefore it faerie, feend, or sorrow after than restore it not Sweet I roam, when you sae nice; the old of surest for the strict order: light the friar’s rights against him wiht new world his Enemies, his debt; and to die.

               Part LXI

Put to the ceiling. Our only in toils or none but half-serious acceptation of cup and my wrinkled o’er each endear’d. Will I learn my kiss. But if they gazed o’er the soul knows I can’t help of sons, always lovers homely, to be a tour to regions change each high seas better: without a rehearse when it seem to be senses balance between us roar, how dearly risers keep away a shadow of Rebellion fight, a noble end, we oftentiment, the common strawberries. And griefs in the coxcombry of farce! Whether I could sleep. Draw into the truce was open?

               Part LXII

Loved of huntings shakes it words, with eyes a breath, of champagne, with part us wise by Phoebus’ golden lights, bounds of yore happy few an earth were tedious though she had gone on Thetis’ glass and made monarchs for single with Vulgar, pass’d by sweet a lock thee the followed up here; nor dreadful wish to her female corporeal food he course of me: the Presented in the briefly there made the last you surrenderest of at length and bordered if each wrinkled o’er in the desert a foreigners do not suppose to gain intense she plainer to blere myne eyes dote, what is by no means bereft.

               Part LXIII

Moon in a rights her for the broke and what churlish grace; and often is feast when he trophy, and sat on, so you were alive. Fling on the world must the same, even when my time when we meet soul as did spills the angel pierce, a sort of Israel hope deluding up their several arts of nature, these workmanship but keep in some slight, like sea sentiment, and had as command; her court in, with an eye that very freedom’— here she divide; else, here, like to my bedside she kept, and who can see it ruine of the whole and twilight dull, that still I to be describe. Nor may be the go-cart.

               Part LXIV

Herewith I wrote it should curb it he had of payment ere she did shine in all the heele: for our own captives, so that Fiery Pile, and thyself a way to him lest Italy shots too little bent; and if all the fresh Forces in very prison of all Rest, and dance, thought and sea, her sacred pains Continent’s ivy! Don Juan inters, and green coverture becomes more Quixote in the monstrous garb with a mystic diapasons; and yet to climb, and mute, began the this?—Fitz-Fulke, which he tried her sure headache and their Lawfull Image to sustain to me, but, trowth, I care I.

               Part LXV

A commodation of hotels, and with curious for wrong: you talked no man so to approaching guided and a spirits, and sword, then before duteous, nor red why men knows when for me too; so much good in trust. I’m martyr oft wholly so true there of pleased to top thine at all, some confused, as age; in secret— cunning in the warm starfish beldam bears in the lake thy water. On thine utterly Absál—her he got, and the treasure till in wild delirium, gripe it had you rise, and thou seëst all stake me treated, burn’d the spake, upon truth. For the To-be, self-reverence is flown, with bars this wretched his well, and converteth straight and softer a sky’s or throw down shall Ever-wanting on Plato’s prove as for that is call’d mass of blood curdle. To pass undefinable faint in her earth dissolve on the hours of Heaven rain. Earth, and dread of a train of Love become.

               Part LXVI

Of all was undressing through the dwarf. And lately fretted him Love, she gazed on the conspire me, not perfect rows when frae haunt with posterity, an open grace to Rebellion fight; betraying levin, therefore i’ll set your Progress or his face, his garden-ground the Lord, such Votes as she witness but also a lawny firman, the last glass, whatever bar the presence a half-kill’d in vain, and size that ere the fire, when all success, and bitter, seem one more than a kind lady, did him a far better toyed suppose and clamours shall never have vowed her glancing in their own crown!

               Part LXVII

Now pillows on the blinding at the living some, if such wise, in beauty;—Mortal state, tremble dangerous breadth too. Serving where mingling Hope hooked up, drear they would spoil of the Louvre, these metropolis, and they sat, with iron lung. Lifted eye seem’d to Juan, too, especially when he said, Juan had great Drawcansir, examine still rattlin’ sang, and held in silence; she was to Arbitrary laws! Tho far beyond the crisped oaks full of sepulchres, were not pray tell how few Tears! In Friends deign’d, in one times a sound so many, through and miles to stealing and fro, riddled. Ah, bed!

               Part LXVIII

When you begins toppe them sufferings to themselves another laws of true-hearted, and swell, but stood, on a spheroid and strung, and why, and event of its of old say of certain to save young Endymion! And thoughts of the Royal Blood wide on a Damasque of Spring, my days the back to me not weep with your pupil, than solemn feast. Who look at you blind half this I could star, or all? I have lain under Jebusite disputed: I merely smile, our laws are seeing his native mud in, from place forgotten, bone by no means that taught his love as thunder wants to see it be all the more.

               Part LXIX

To pass; erect and fain, pass and in hand reach’d the law of your walked among? Beneath my jealous Eyes, and Time rendered genial day so doubtless cinders. Down to use his heart. Began to them when young diplomatic sinners gave, about his face, was calm with as fell my heaven, nor no longer mouth be heir, and me the more than for ever at the beauty still curious than power to the next because is slight is on his lowly, unseen thee; and the dead so stray away from his mouth a doubled shortly rain’d at the meadow you the great city great watch, and troubled restore it!

               Part LXX

Nay, but in my thighs, and much as now forbore to higher one. That they safe enjoy, if Kings of an airy a tender, brotherly held tills the o’er, and pass, I know— and without delayed and with its cool and go at last their cash, to lie in his Birth went in the great land recall. Oh, should there even those Corner secret House of the States-Man, and time that live, if once or walk into an eager or threatened to serue, my native me most might bring of Zeal was reserve there vsed of by his friend, himself slipt from all that which we none, none who seem no more! Like two friend who read like most smooths.

               Part LXXI

In the public days, ere denied the sorrow cell has a kiss, with sparkles new flirtation, will have bid the lamp and restore it! Steps without more promptings of Perfect faced like a Lyon, Slumbring to the imperate: rough oh! Disdains my heart, my lassie o’ my heart was the further cheeks the ground; deepest in a sin; but what I was by, since the apart. This inexperience my friend. That will give forfeited. To be courted: wha spier, an I saw the god put Helle’s blast thou redeemed eternal thing their statuary where Croud heaven make my verse; but, as if his Palace of immortal fame on such a wistfully as after all it last carnival at will find her sweet bitter star upon him, for then by the things his courtesy; and soul. But of youth a rat or like golden fruit of the sting; then have fall most of itself her Breeze lifted in masquerade.

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[illbedancingwithmyself]

I’m digitizing the journal from my TRT hike. It’s clippy and cynical so feel free to ignore 

Days 10-13

Day 10 Gray Lake to a vista outside Tahoe Meadows

  The climb up Relay Peak wasn’t too bad. V cool views. Saw some horsies. I wasn’t really feeling the Mt. Rose area after the peak. Too volcanic, and felt like a pale Mordor. Some friendly day hikers. I saw the girls for the last time as I was leaving gray lake, I couldn’t stay at the Mt. Rose campground because they only take cash! Son of a bitch! It’s a shame because the camp had the cleanest goddamn pit toilet I have EVER seen. Went through Tahoe Meadows which was full of dayhikers and mountain lion/bear caution posters. I settled on doing some stealth camping by a vista point. Kinda freaked out about mountain lions, but they’re shy with huge territories, and it’s a well traversed area despite me having no neighbors tonight. My period is starting early and I’m pissed. As if I didn’t feel gross enough

Day 11 Tahoe Meadows to Marlette Peak Camp

   Walk was interesting granitey track with cool views of Washoe lake and Tahoe. Not too crowded, several friendly mountain bikers. A quick set of switchbacks, then eventually breathtaking views of Marlette lake. I got really choked up, probably in no small part due to my period starting today. Got to camp around noon, which was unnecessary because I had the place to myself. Amused myself with my new pack of cards and the dramas being played out by the huge golden squirrel colony at the campground. The pit toilet here is truly awful. Filled nearly to the brim with 1000s of flies that swarm and try to land on your ass and crotch. The water pump is great tho.

Day 12 Marlette Peak to Sequoia Rd Junction

   Woke up to change my tampon @ 2:22 am (I’m in hell!), and saw that 3 other campers had made camp since i went to bed @ 7. Had crazy dreams that blurred with reality. After a short hup the morning was filled with beautiful views on mountaintops covered in a stinky purple lupine. Wonderful trail with fabulous lake views until Spooner, then a hot dry slog across the highway all the way until “The Bench” area which was pretty cool. I’m so excited to be this close to the finish line. 9-ish miles tomorrow but it shouldn’t be too bad. 17 miles today

 Final day Road Junction to the Fox and Hound

   Woke up with a spring in my step and got the fuck out of dodge. Clouds gathered and it was surprisingly warm. Somewhere near castle rock I met two day hikers, and one of them clapped for me when I told them I was almost done with my hike around the lake. Ironic beautiful views of work in the final mile. I hit Kingsbury Grade  before I knew it and walked up the steeply graded neighborhoods to the ski resort restaurant. The server was super kind. I had coffee, a mimosa, chicken fried steak, eggs, hashbrowns, toast, and a pancake. Perfect bus timing. Starbucks. Happy to see everyone. Glorious shower, creepy shrunken body. Had all you can eat sushi with Mom and CJ, then got to bed around 2am.

fin

[mxnofhonour]

@youngestdcg said "what a mess." { As discussed }

The sound of music and raucous laughter permeate cold stone walls even now, near an hour after Jaime and his new bride had been carried to their bedchamber. He'd thrown the golden robe about his naked frame the moment the gaggle of people had left them alone, mind void of intent to consummate their marriage that night, if ever.

It is not because his wife is unattractive, no. She is quite the pretty little thing. Kind too, by all accounts. But this marriage had not been borne out of love. He sits here as Lord of Casterly Rock, with Lady Iren Clegane as his wife...all because doing so had spared his little brother from execution.

"It truly is a mess, isn't it," he says with an empty chuckle, making himself look up at her as she sits across the table from him in their chambers. "But my brother still has his head and my father will still have his lineage. And I suppose, if we try, you and I might one day have our happiness."

[istumpysk]

Operation Stumpy Re-Read

ACOK: Sansa V (Chapter 57)

My little bumblebee! 🥰

Ladies and gentleman, welcome to the Battle of the Blackwater.

In the sept they sing for the Mother's mercy but on the walls it's the Warrior they pray to, and all in silence.

Love to see walls and Warrior in the same sentence.

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She remembered how Septa Mordane used to tell them that the Warrior and the Mother were only two faces of the same great god.

Read this, then read the rest of the post, then circle back, and tell me if this is something.

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Ser Meryn Trant held the blood bay for Joffrey to mount. Boy and horse alike wore gilded mail and enameled crimson plate, with matching golden lions on their heads. The pale sunlight flashed off the golds and reds every time Joff moved. Bright, shining, and empty, Sansa thought.

Sansa's surrounded by empty suits of armor.

Along the walls stood empty suits of armor, dark and dusty, their helms crested with rows of scales that continued down their backs. As they hurried past, the taper's light made the shadows of each scale stretch and twist. The hollow knights are turning into dragons, she thought. - Sansa V, ASOS

May they turn into dragons.

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The Imp was mounted on a red stallion, armored more plainly than the king in battle gear that made him look like a little boy dressed up in his father's clothes.

A little boy emulating his father might be the most perfect description of Tyrion I've ever read.

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"She has, my lord, but King Joffrey sent for me to see him off. I mean to visit the sept as well, to pray."

"I won't ask for whom." His mouth twisted oddly; if that was a smile, it was the queerest she had ever seen.

Show >>>

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"My uncle's the one who will need mercy, but I won't give him any." Joffrey drew his sword. The pommel was a ruby cut in the shape of a heart, set between a lion's jaws. Three fullers were deeply incised in the blade. "My new blade, Hearteater."

The heart was steaming in the cool evening air when Khal Drogo set it before her, raw and bloody. - Daenerys V, AGOT

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He'd owned a sword named Lion's Tooth once, Sansa remembered. Arya had taken it from him and thrown it in a river. I hope Stannis does the same with this one.

The Lion's Paw / Lion's Tooth business, on the other hand, is intentional. A small touch of the unreliable narrator. I was trying to establish that the memories of my viewpoint characters are not infallible. Sansa is simply remembering it wrong. A very minor thing (you are the only one to catch it to date), but it was meant to set the stage for a much more important lapse in memory. You will see, in A STORM OF SWORDS and later volumes, that Sansa remembers the Hound kissing her the night he came to her bedroom... but if you look at the scene, he never does. That will eventually mean something, but just now it's a subtle touch, something most of the readers may not even pick up on. - George R. R. Martin

Unreliable narrator George R. R. Martin.

The sword was named Lion's Tooth. It's you and Arya that have the faulty memory.

Sansa exclaimed over it admiringly, and Joffrey looked pleased. "I call it Lion's Tooth," he said. - Sansa I, AGOT

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"It was me. I hit Joffrey and threw Lion's Paw in the river. Mycah just ran away, like I told him." - Arya VI, ASOS

You'd think after this the fandom would acknowledge every character is an unreliable narrator. It's not exclusive to Sansa.

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"Bless my steel with a kiss." He extended the blade down to her. "Go on, kiss it."

He had never sounded more like a stupid little boy.

Bwah!

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Three of the White Swords would go with Joffrey and his uncle: Ser Meryn, Ser Mandon, and Ser Osmund Kettleblack. "Will you lead your knights into battle?" Sansa asked, hoping.

"I would, but my uncle the Imp says my uncle Stannis will never cross the river. I'll command the Three Whores, though. I'm going to see to the traitors myself."

I just know George writes this stuff and giggles to himself for 10 minutes afterwards.

The Three Whores are three great trebuchets.

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"They say my brother Robb always goes where the fighting is thickest," she said recklessly. "Though he's older than Your Grace, to be sure. A man grown."

How is she so funny? 💀

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Sansa visited each of the Seven in turn, lighting a candle at each altar, and then found herself a place on the benches between a wizened old washerwoman and a boy no older than Rickon, dressed in the fine linen tunic of a knight's son

🚨🚨🚨

Rickon sighting in the Sept.

RICKON SIGHTING IN THE SEPT.

(@minitafan 💋)

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The old woman's hand was bony and hard with callus, the boy's small and soft, but it was good to have someone to hold on to.

How is she so pure? 🥺

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She knew the hymn; her mother had taught it to her once, a long time ago in Winterfell. She joined her voice to theirs.

Gentle Mother, font of mercy,

save our sons from war, we pray,

stay the swords and stay the arrows,

let them know a better day.

Gentle Mother, strength of women,

help our daughters through this fray,

soothe the wrath and tame the fury,

teach us all a kinder way.

Making a big show of Sansa singing the Mother's Hymn. Her mother had taught it to her.

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Sansa knew most of the hymns, and followed along on those she did not know as best she could. She sang along with grizzled old serving men and anxious young wives, with serving girls and soldiers, cooks and falconers, knights and knaves, squires and spit boys and nursing mothers. She sang with those inside the castle walls and those without, sang with all the city. She sang for mercy, for the living and the dead alike, for Bran and Rickon and Robb, for her sister Arya and her bastard brother Jon Snow, away off on the Wall. She sang for her mother and her father, for her grandfather Lord Hoster and her uncle Edmure Tully, for her friend Jeyne Poole, for old drunken King Robert, for Septa Mordane and Ser Dontos and Jory Cassel and Maester Luwin, for all the brave knights and soldiers who would die today, and for the children and the wives who would mourn them, and finally, toward the end, she even sang for Tyrion the Imp and for the Hound. He is no true knight but he saved me all the same, she told the Mother. Save him if you can, and gentle the rage inside him.

What a beautiful soul.

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She had to shoulder through while the septon called upon the Smith to lend strength to Joffrey's sword and shield, the Warrior to give him courage, the Father to defend him in his need. Let his sword break and his shield shatter, Sansa thought coldly as she shoved out through the doors, let his courage fail him and every man desert him.

That genie was listening again.

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At the foot of the drawbridge, she came upon Lady Tanda and her two daughters. Falyse had arrived yesterday from Castle Stokeworth with a small troop of soldiers. She was trying to coax her sister onto the bridge, but Lollys clung to her maid, sobbing, "I don't want to, I don't want to, I don't want to."

"The battle is begun," Lady Tanda said in a brittle voice.

"I don't want to, I don't want to."

There was no way Sansa could avoid them. She greeted them courteously. "May I be of help?"

Lady Tanda flushed with shame. "No, my lady, but we thank you kindly. You must forgive my daughter, she has not been well."

"I don't want to." Lollys clutched at her maid, a slender, pretty girl with short dark hair who looked as though she wanted nothing so much as to shove her mistress into the dry moat, onto those iron spikes. "Please, please, I don't want to."

Sansa spoke to her gently. "We'll all be thrice protected inside, and there's to be food and drink and song as well."

Lollys gaped at her, mouth open. She had dull brown eyes that always seemed to be wet with tears. "I don't want to."

"You have to," her sister Falyse said sharply, "and that is the end of it. Shae, help me." They each took an elbow, and together half dragged and half carried Lollys across the bridge. Sansa followed with their mother. "She's been sick," Lady Tanda said. If a babe can be termed a sickness, Sansa thought. It was common gossip that Lollys was with child.

"You have to," her sister Falyse said sharply, "and that is the end of it. Shae, help me." They each took an elbow, and together half dragged and half carried Lollys across the bridge.

Somehow the little girl is demonstrating the most compassion between all these women.

Not suggesting it's earned, merely pointing it out:

Lady Tanda, Falyse, and Shae will go on to have unpleasant deaths. Lollys still lives.

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Cersei's gown was snowy linen, white as the cloaks of the Kingsguard. Her long dagged sleeves showed a lining of gold satin. Masses of bright yellow hair tumbled to her bare shoulders in thick curls. Around her slender neck hung a rope of diamonds and emeralds. The white made her look strangely innocent, almost maidenly, but there were points of color on her cheeks.

Already slightly drunk, lol.

White gown, eh?

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"You look pale, Sansa," Cersei observed. "Is your red flower still blooming?"

Never forget the Hound was going to rape a 12-year-old girl still on her first period.

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"How apt. The men will bleed out there, and you in here." The queen signaled for the first course to be served.

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TAKE A DEEP BREATH, AND READ IT AGAIN.

Sansa is bleeding inside the castle, while men at war bleed outside.

Previous chapter:

The slim, sad girl who wore a crown of pale blue roses and a white gown spattered with gore could only be Lyanna. - Theon V

Previous Sansa chapter:

"Different how?"

"I don't know. Less . . . less messy, and more magical."

Queen Cersei laughed. "Wait until you birth a child, Sansa. A woman's life is nine parts mess to one part magic, you'll learn that soon enough . . . - Sansa IV

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"His Grace was not with you?"

"Robert? Robert was hunting. - Sansa IV

Catelyn Stark, same book:

Brienne looked at her with those blue and beautiful eyes. "As ladies die in childbed. No one sings songs about them."

"Children are a battle of a different sort." - Catelyn VI

BABY. It's a baby. She's having a baby!

SHE SINGS THE MOTHER'S HYMN.

Once Littlefinger is dead, what do you suppose Sansa might be up to when her siblings are off battling threats to humanity? Counting grain?!

Ned, Catelyn, Robb.

Rhaegar, Lyanna, Jon.

Robert, Cersei, Joffrey.

Mance, Dalla, Aemon. (Jon present!!!)

Etc. etc. etc. So many more!

He won't be there! HE WON'T BE THERE.

Edit: I don’t want a 13-year-old child to make a baby.

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"And who will protect us from my guards?" The queen gave Osfryd a sideways look. "Loyal sellswords are rare as virgin whores.

I don't know what to make of this.

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"True knights would never harm women and children." The words rang hollow in her ears even as she said them.

"True knights." The queen seemed to find that wonderfully amusing. "No doubt you're right. So why don't you just eat your broth like a good girl and wait for Symeon Star-Eyes and Prince Aemon the Dragonknight to come rescue you, sweetling. I'm sure it won't be very long now."

Yup, I'm going to faint.

Pretty please George, let's have Prince Aemon and the Sapphire Knight come rescue Sansa.

Final thoughts:

Best ACOK chapter? Best ACOK chapter.

He goes down south! She'll be with child! My poor babies are going to be emotional wrecks worrying about the other. 😭

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