#i have to recognize that my lettering coulf have been straighter

[to-pick-ourselves-up-7]

Wildfire and Blood

By @fromtheboundlesssea

He was dressed in plain clothes, the only thing marking him as a Targaryen prince were his silvery hair and Darksister strapped to his hip. He stepped forward and took her wrist and held up her hand to his line of sight. Blood had smeared across her pale skin like the sap of a weirwood tree. 

On instinct, she tried to pull away, but his grip on her wrist tightened ever so slightly so she could not. 

“A pretty bird seems to be plucking her own wings.”

She swallowed. “I have no wings, your grace.”

“All birds have wings. Yours were clipped a long time ago, no doubt.” He let her hand go and she held them both behind her back.

—Alicent III