[ it is a routine, now, a weekly duty she pays to her family, more subdued now that others have woken up and yet again, she walks by the pod of her lady mother, her lord father, her brothers and her sister, all sleeping away while she and Jon and still awake. how it pains her to see Robb here, when she remembers how he looked, smiling and laughing in their shared house in Olympia — how she in vain tried to pray to the Old Gods and the New that please, if he could wake and live again, she should be content to sleep, that she would trade her health for Robb's.
the Gods did not care any more of her prayers now as they had in King's Landing.
she doesn't mean to overhear the horse-lady (and seven hells, when did it become commonplace for her, to not even startle upon seeing such a woman, perhaps it was sometime when she befriended a talking raccoon), and yet, the words she whispers resonate so strongly within her that she halts in her steps, quiet as she's tried to be passing by. they all come here to be alone, after all. ]
They don't care, [ she says quietly, bitterly. ] They let the best of us sleep, or give us nothing but some stolen days with them before returning them back to these cells, and leave those who are nowhere near their equal walk here, awake and healthy.
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the Gods did not care any more of her prayers now as they had in King's Landing.
she doesn't mean to overhear the horse-lady (and seven hells, when did it become commonplace for her, to not even startle upon seeing such a woman, perhaps it was sometime when she befriended a talking raccoon), and yet, the words she whispers resonate so strongly within her that she halts in her steps, quiet as she's tried to be passing by. they all come here to be alone, after all. ]
They don't care, [ she says quietly, bitterly. ] They let the best of us sleep, or give us nothing but some stolen days with them before returning them back to these cells, and leave those who are nowhere near their equal walk here, awake and healthy.