Welcome to Slidr River Valley, home to the strong, the brave, and the resilient. Challenging the odds surmounting against them, the Houses of equine fight in a power struggle for ultimate control over the Valley. With the Bloodless fading away after the First Great Winter of Three, Fimbulvetr, the Slidr River Valley is in a state of discord as the Houses throw themselves into an arms race for power. From predators to the gods themselves every day ushers in a new obstacle to overcome. Fimbulvetr is a literate intermediate-advanced fantasy horse role-play with a survivalist concept. The environment is designed to work against your characters as they move forward in their journey through the arcana riddled realm of Slidr River Valley. With an immense history and lore, we encourage our members to create locals and "outsiders" alike.

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[P] The Theory of Everything

Tywin

Nonpartisan
Equine
Stallion
17hh
10 Autumn ☁
played by Soupi
75 crystals
26 posts

There was never a point in his existence where the man had considered himself an adventurer. Nay, perhaps a diplomat or politician. Maybe even a philosopher. But adventurer? Wanderlust had never beckoned to his heart nor mind’s eye; no, he found his curiosities fed by the ticking of his own, and others, mental capacities. Madness had plagued his father. Plagued his family, really. Somehow he’d managed to pull the right strings (or perhaps he could give the credit to his dam ultimately) and escaped such a fate. As far as he was aware, Tywin was of sound mind, viewed the world with clarity, and shared in the same ultimate experience as those around him. His father and half-sister? He couldn't claim the same. But of course, sanity didn’t promise he was deft of morbid curiosity. Rather, he quite enjoyed that his family’s tree had grown a little rotten. It was all the more interesting to study.

But to regress, here he had traipsed, far and wide, into the snow laden summits of mountains like some sort of procurer of ancient oddities. Though summer still raged below, the temperatures had plummeted the deeper and deeper he ventured into the Laurel Alps. After his discussion with Ezera, Tywin hadn’t felt privy to the idea of leaving Tryggr so soon. Where one family member (albeit simply by association of blood) resided, surely more lurked in the shadows. If Tywin could make one conclusion about the body of equine encompassed within the veil of ‘family’, he'd simply say they were not unlike roaches. They scurried to the shadows, wished to hide from anyone who may have eyes for them, and live their lives with relative inaction.

Tywin Traegur, first of his name, had no interest in such a consequence. He strode with confidence with an air of majesty one usually only found in the noble of blood, and had yet to found no king, queen, or commoner who could deflate that atmosphere. Cornets soaked to the very bone with a piercing, icy chill, the beast painted in charcoals, glacier, and mottled swamp came to a halt. The crunch of his own progress faded into silence, and the only remaining auditory stimuli was the howling gales as they billowed through the grey mounts. Softly his striking, snake-slit eyes scanned the frozen peaks of these remote mountains. There was a majesty to them he'd like to this he emulated. Without words or body language they transcribed strength, dominion, and elegance. Again he reminded himself he was no adventurer, but there was no denying the ultimate awe of such a place. He noticed the irregularity of the peaks drops and juts some miles in still, a faint vision through the squint of his eyes as he peered at them still at a distance.

Oddly enough, though, more stimuli came. Not in the numb chill of the winds at his chest and face, nor the seeping cold inching through his bones from his hooves, but the tell-tale sign of another approaching. Somewhere, snow crunched beneath the weight of a creature. It was difficult to distinguish as the snow coverage was quite thin, though still present. Hot steam rose from his nostrils as his eldritch harks fell back into the soft tresses of his inky mane. Quickly his nostrils flared, testing the air, but found it fruitless. The winds were against him. Rather, the stud drew himself tall, pivoted some degrees, and kept his sweeping gaze armed. “They can’t hide forever.”


W C: 588
T A G: Andante
M U S E: 3/5
O O C: Sorry for the terrible starter!





powerplay excused
within reasonable limits!
always tag responses.
@[Tywin]


Andante

Sovereign ♕
Equine
Stallion
17.3hh
2 Spring ✿
played by Kagome
900 crystals
60 posts
MAMA CALLED ME DESTRUCTIVE, SAID
IT'D RUIN ME ONE DAY ―
A flurry of curses spilled from ebon lips as his salmon pink dragged itself across his healing wound. It was a hard one to get to, one that required him to lay down and stretch for. But he knew he needed to keep it clean. The thought of the dire wolf alone made his blood boil all over again, causing his harks to fall into the wavy tresses of his wine tinted mane. How irritating... If only he had been little quicker, or better yet, if he had not spoken at all, Ezera and himself would not have looked like this. However, it was all said and done now and he was just happy to have more or less protected the mare from the possibility of death.

With one last rasp of his tongue he lapped away the crusted golden liquid leaving the wound clean and hopefully free of any infection. Although it still remained angry and the flesh puckered while very tender to the touch. Carefully swinging his limbs out from under him he took to standing, gritting his teeth as he did so. But even still his mind remained anxious. What if more dire wolves were still near by, lurking in the shadows? He trusted his sentry to keep a close look out but he personally wished to check the alps. Besides, being alone would give him some much needed peace of mind. Something he truly needed after such recent events.

The further he walked the colder it became as a thin layer of fresh snow began to litter the ground below. A thick layer of brume exited his nares as he paused for a moment to collect himself. The colder weather was of course having an effect on his injury leaving him colder than he otherwise would have been. But still the boy king stubbornly pressed on. By now he was nearly a natural at traversing the steep hills and terrifying drops of tryggr, making the journey just a little easier. Within his peripheral vision he could see the mountain range so much clearer from here. Snake like pupils drifted to really take it in and appreciate the beauty that he owned.

But his sight seeing was short lived as the gale carried a chilled wind his way, and with it the scent of a stranger. His nostrils flared to drink it in, brow knitting together to form a hard line. First wolves, now this? The work of a king is never done... Gritting his teeth his cloven hooves ushered him closer toward the man that had so boldly entered his domain. He would have to make a mental note to tighten up his security that was clearly lacking. Perhaps Hel would know of another good way to whip them into shape.

His muscles itched to pounce as he stood poised like a predator closing in on its prey. Salmon tongue drew over menacing fangs as he contemplated the tempting thought. The male didn't even know where he was precisely and that only made the game of cat and mouse all the more amusing. But to attack in the condition he was currently in would not only be unwise but foolish as well. Instead, he came forth from behind the intruder, scarlet eyes as cold as the frigid gales around them. Despite the deep pain in his barrel he stood tall and proud, his frame seeping its usual air of regal confidence. Enjoying the view... The boy king uttered in a cutting tone. Who are you stranger?
000 words. tagged. Tywin

Tywin

Nonpartisan
Equine
Stallion
17hh
10 Autumn ☁
played by Soupi
75 crystals
26 posts

Cresting the dramatic grounds was a boy. Garnet hair spilled from his crest and leonine tail in droves, cascading over one another with the guise of luxury. The threads popped against his obsidian pelt, wrapped so neatly around him and unblemished save four white socks; and a golden track ripped through his abdomen. Typically, this would have been of more interest to Tywin. Gilded blood? But rather his sapphire eyes ripped upwards towards the impressive and threatening rack of chrome horns. They seemed to jut from all angles, and twist further into more. The same bony structures hugged at his abdomen in mock ribs, and lined the colt’s spine. Although adolescence still painted itself across the stranger’s flesh, Tywin knew that once he’d grown into those horns and hair he’d be quite the beast.

Fleetingly Tywin recalled the brief moment of conversation he’d overheard while in the vales below; of a young king, a boy king. His eyes narrowed only slightly as he studied the boy before him. Though the wind still swept away the bulk of his cologne, Tywin could get the faintest taste of it on his nares, and it resembled much of the stale perfume that clung to this land, and its inhabitants. “Your majesty…” Tywin’s mind sang, his harks rotating slowly forward. Words hadn’t been exchanged and his interest had already been well deserved.

Rubine eyes regarded Tywin with distrust and ire, and the stallion couldn’t blame him. If his deductions were correct and this was in fact the Sovereign of the Tryggr realm standing injured before him, Tywin was trespassing. And some royalty seemed quite ill towards trespassers. As the young stag ushered in his inevitable question about who he’d stumbled upon, Tywin found the smallest of simpers rising on his lips. Perhaps at the distance they stood the other could not see it, but the minute change was there. It was hardly enough to wrinkle his glacier mug, but the expression lay in wait, hidden beneath the otherwise stoic mask. “Yes I am.” Though the paranoid and cautious may have never allowed their gaze to fall from a stranger, Tywin held no such resolve. His vision swept back down to the valley, admiring how the clouds hung against the distant mounts as if they needed support.

Without turning back to the boy, the male responded, “I’m Tywin Traegur. Now,” he turned back now, a harsh motion while also still fluid, one that tussled his ichor mane and forelock further, despite already dancing in the breeze. “I believe common curtesy delegates that you must share your name.”


W C: 442
T A G: Andante
M U S E: 3/5
O O C: ...





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within reasonable limits!
always tag responses.
@[Tywin]


Andante

Sovereign ♕
Equine
Stallion
17.3hh
2 Spring ✿
played by Kagome
900 crystals
60 posts
MAMA CALLED ME DESTRUCTIVE, SAID
IT'D RUIN ME ONE DAY ―
Andante watched the stallion as he stood as cool and collected as the permafrost beneath them. Seemingly taking in his presence wordlessly. There was a lot you could tell about someone by the way they carried themselves and this stranger was certainly teaching him a thing or two. A thick column of breath whisked itself away from his nares as his whip like tail twitched back and forth. Harks pulling forward he finally seemed to receive an answer from the ebon and glacier coated man. And the comment was just as smooth as his stance. It ticked him off to a degree, to be standing in front of someone so unbothered by his circumstances.

But then again, he wondered if the man glazed with ice would respond any differently if he knew just who he was. Another stream of words fell from the stallion's lips, the introduction of his name, which warranted a near silent hum from the boy's lips. Tywin Traegur. He uttered the name within his mind, committing it to memory as this visitor began to turn to face him once more. When asked his own name the boy tipped his crown ever so slightly. Giovanni Salvatore... He voiced as the garnet tresses of his forelock slid and parted across his face. A lie spun as smooth as silk.

What brings you to this silent house, I wonder? A loved one, a friend or perhaps just the scenery itself...We don't receive many visitors. There was a method to his madness, a reason why he purposely left out his title of king. Why announce his authority when he could simply pass himself off as one of the locals? Of course, should the situation arise where he needed to Andante would not hesitate. But for now he was only a boy that'd picked a fight with a dire wolf, standing in front of a man. No one outside of his house and Evandr himself knew of his title and he intended to keep it that way. Being able to pull strings from the shadows was a luxury he wished to keep.
000 words. tagged. Tywin

Tywin

Nonpartisan
Equine
Stallion
17hh
10 Autumn ☁
played by Soupi
75 crystals
26 posts

A howling wind cut through the mountain, eviserating the threads of ichor that hung upon the elder stallion's nape. The man akin to a stately raven allowed his gaze to flick from the young boy, watching the gales as they pushed the melancholy, steely sky through paces in the atmosphere. It was a wind of autumn. Soon, the valley would succumb to lower temperatures and these peaks surely to far more snow than they saw now. Had it already been that long? Tywin's nostrils released a minute snort, an exhalation of the thought before it wound too tightly in his mind's eye to release. So his sapphire orbits snapped back to the obsidian injured, whose audits had finally slipped forward. He was easing. Good. It was easier that way. But Tywin did not ease. Though tense was not the proper term to describe what kept his body erect, it was a far better term than relaxed. The stud did not let his hip cock to the side to commit his stance nor project slack. Relaxed didn't showcase well on him. So the conformed, upright, and in frame posture he held did not falter beneath the saffron eyes of the youngest.

"Giovanni?" Tywin inquired, a simply tune on his lips as his gaze softened along those frigid edges kissed with glacier; not out of affection nor admiration, but of interest. "A strong name, you're lucky. I've met too many others who would have traded for such a calling." The molasses vocals fell with the promise of sweet, but the decadence of depth. But it was not the name of the boy that intrigued him, but his inquiry. Silent house? Tywin's tail swept once to the left, than to the right, readjusting the thick spools of eldritch locks that hung there, his gaze unwavering. A small adjustment cocked his visage so that he peered from an off-centered muzzle, split sclera upon their handsome eyes prying and intrigued. "Silent House? Why, I would hardly call it silent, young one."

Perhaps it was a small play of power with the finesse of a game of wits that drew Tywin one stride closer to Andante, hidden so gracefully beneath an adjustment of stance. A broader rotation brought his crown to the opposing side, his black forelock cascading in a curtain of shadow. "Chatty guards make for distracted ones. It wasn't difficult to locate them and find weaknesses in their patrol. Not that I would describe my obvious admittance of intrusion as hostile." Again his gaze swept from the boy to the valley, admiring the view on the prompt. "But my business is my own. I'm sure you'd understand that." The gentleman offered, though he had not returned his gaze to the one claiming Giovanni. No... he watched as the steely clouds swept through the skies, culumbus and commanding, the same hue of a sister's tresses he'd never met. A snort billowed from his nares, stifled and small, that released a brume of steam. But it too was swept with the wind.


W C: 507
T A G: Andante
M U S E: 3/5
O O C: Not the best and wow he had a lot to say
TYWIN





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within reasonable limits!
always tag responses.
@[Tywin]


Andante

Sovereign ♕
Equine
Stallion
17.3hh
2 Spring ✿
played by Kagome
900 crystals
60 posts
MAMA CALLED ME DESTRUCTIVE, SAID
IT'D RUIN ME ONE DAY ―
Another steely brume of warm breath flowed from the boy's nares as he listened to the man recite his false name. Luckily for him the one dubbed Tywin seemed to be convinced enough and that only made grin within himself. Oh how his mother and father would be proud of such deceitful skills. Perhaps he really was a chip off of the ol' twisted family tree's block. With a blink of his ruby eyes the boy gave the older man a subtle nod of his head in mock appreciation.

Tensing his muscles against another frigid gale he watch as the stallion adjusted his vision to look at him from a new angle. To which, he too studied the off centered appearance. More importantly the baby blue mask that lined his lips to leave little fabricated teeth in-between. His brows twitched ever so slightly at the thought of Iracebeth and her somewhat similar markings, and wondered just how many other horses might have that same pattern. His attention was grabbed again as Tywin began to speak on his comment of Tryggr. Transitioning his gaze away from frosted lips to icy eyes, Andante flicked his leonine tail once more.

At first he assumed that the stranger knew something that might not have know, and because of this mental thought he completely missed Tywin's slight shift of position. But never the less he mentioned the weakness in his mouthy guards and the boy king felt his ebon lips twitch in a very faint smile on one side. Not out of amusement, but of irritation. For he himself had come across his own guards standing around idle simply talking once before when seeking Ezera. But to know that it was still going on was beyond infuriating. How could the house stay safe if they were not taking their jobs seriously?

If Tywin were not an intruder he'd thank the man himself. Regardless, with all the composure he could muster, the boy shrugged his shoulders. Playing into the façade of carefree nonchalance. I suppose everyone enjoys a bit of gossip from time to time. Moving forward in two strides Andante approached the gentleman's shoulder, stopping to overlook the mountains himself. But tell me, Tywin. Do you not worry that you will be caught by another inhabitant of Tryggr? What if the next is not so...friendly. Surly they would be very suspicious, hostile intrusion or not. He asked, snake like pupils looking over at him.
000 words. tagged. Tywin

Tywin

Nonpartisan
Equine
Stallion
17hh
10 Autumn ☁
played by Soupi
75 crystals
26 posts

The boy was smart, Tywin would give him that. His sapphire visionaries only flicked into the youth's direction as he approached but did not draw his visage to face him. It was interesting that the youth felt so at ease to approach a stranger he had not moments earlier given him the tenth degree. If anything, it proved the young man's confidence. And confidence, Tywin knew personally, was an invaluable skill to harness. At times it could make or break a situation, an introduction, or inevitably a challenge. Too much confidence, and well... one could be insufferable. A delicate balance was necessary for executing such a powerful tool with success. Perhaps someday, Giovanni would be as deft with it's equip as Tywin thought himself. 'Practice makes perfect.'

It was all very interesting. The boy, the House Tryggr, the comments that this Giovanni had about the former. It pricked Tywin's audits forward despite another harsh gale force wind rushing up the mountain. It swept back every thread of his obsidian tresses, billowing them back from the warmth of his nape where a chill now bit greedily. It swept his breath away and a moment Tywin held what little atmosphere he'd stolen in his lungs considering out precious it was to their survival. Then the wind died down as it howled through the summit peaks and Tywin turned his muzzle ever-so-slightly in the boy's direction though now his eyes trailed back forward.

"Only the weak of mind find pleasure in gossip." It was a laced insult, but his inner truth. Those would could quip for hours about this, that, or the other were dull and uninteresting company. They always displayed heightened and fragile emotion... something Tywin, despite his desire to understand mentality by occupying others time, had no desire in experiencing. He considered one who could not handle their feelings with the grace and pois of himself were simply feeble in their construct of themselves; it controlled them rather than the opposite. And it was a pity, truly. He wondered how many great and powerful people were thwarted by their own ignorance.

But now he did turn to spy the boy again with his serpentine eyes of sapphire and cyan. "If I were caught by an inhabitant of Tryggr, I'd quite like to think I'd request their company and to join them." He paused, his visionaries slipping from Giovanni's rack of chrome horns to the crimson of his feet nestled in the dusting of snow. "Are you not one of those inhabitants? I'd be most disappointed if not." While the boy was smart, his guise was only just so. A guise. Damning an intruder while poising such questions painted the truth, betraying any form of deceit. It was an old trick.


W C: 458
T A G: Andante
M U S E: 2/5
O O C: Ugh I am struggle bus-ing with Tywin today
TYWIN





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within reasonable limits!
always tag responses.
@[Tywin]


Andante

Sovereign ♕
Equine
Stallion
17.3hh
2 Spring ✿
played by Kagome
900 crystals
60 posts
MAMA CALLED ME DESTRUCTIVE, SAID
IT'D RUIN ME ONE DAY ―
On the man's strong opinion of gossip the ebony clad boy rose a single brow as if enlightened by his words. But honestly, Andante could not have agreed more nor heard truer words. To stand and waste precious time in gossip was to not be productive and thus shelling out valuable time one could never obtain again. However, playing this role of Giovanni he could not reveal the majority of his true personality. And so, the crimson haired stag simply nodded his head once, then twice. I will keep that in mind. He murmured under a small breath, flicking his leonine tail against his haunches.

However, it was the next round of words that fell from Tywin's lips that caused him to turn his head ever so slightly in the direction of the frosted stallion. There was something about the way the man ushered in a subtle pointed accusation against him that made him want to grit his fangs. Was it possible that this stranger was beginning to see through his entire façade? Though it frustrated him, he would not doubt it. For he is only a boy playing a mental game of chess against an adversary that has seen and dealt with more of the world than himself. Thus giving Tywin an upper hand. But it is not in his nature to bow down and give up, there was no way we would be willing to lose at his own game.

In a slow and smooth fashion Andante faced forward again, scarlet eyes squinting against a strong gale blowing up from the cliff side. If there was anything he was happy to take away from the many misadventures he had as a younger child it was quick and critical thinking. And in situations like this he was glad to call upon it. Of course I am an inhabitant of this house. But I suppose you have picked up on the fact that I am no ordinary denizen. Therefore you must excuse the cautious questions of a budding soldier. Seems like I still have much to work on. Andante murmured as he allowed his gaze to slip down to the valley below. Watching as thin clouds seemed to glide their way through the high altitude.

Catching a glimpse of understanding within the minds of others is intriguing to me. Its imperative to know how an enemy might act, no matter their demeanor. The young king added with another whisk of his tail to shake off the few flurries gathered there. A heavy sigh fluttered from his nares as he turned his attention back to the man beside him, mouth pulling into a bit of a frown. That being said, I can accompany you during your retreat within Tryggr to possibly assure no consequences come your way. Although I still have to notify my Lord Commander and the king of Tryggr of your presence here. Hook, line and sinker.
000 words. tagged. Tywin

Tywin

Nonpartisan
Equine
Stallion
17hh
10 Autumn ☁
played by Soupi
75 crystals
26 posts

Audits trained upon the youth, his sapphire eyes unrelenting as they peered sideways, visage unrelenting to face the other fully. Interesting... very interesting. While Tywin's ulterior motives had been far from the discovery of this colt, he'd admit to having much enjoyed his accidental time with him. He could tell that there was an achievable greatness in him; he was smart for his age but still had some hard lessons to learn. But much to his disappointment, the youth didn't extend that proverbial offer the elder had thought he'd properly fished for. If he was honest, it only made the exchange all the more intriguing. Does a silent house not need more bodies? The faintest slit of his orbs betrayed this squirming curiosity, but until Giovanni had brought himself to the end of his trail, Tywin remained silent.

A soldier aye? Tywin supposed it was useful for a warrior to understand the games of wit as well, although to pick such a brutish sport and also ask so highly of the mind seemed... contradictory. Perhaps he'd stumbled upon a raw stone that wouldn't be polished afterall, only beaten and smashed. A pity really. His ichor banner flicked and he supposed that the young boy made it quite clear his time here was up. "As you wish." Tywin drawled, a sigh descending along the sentence as he took one last moment to peer out at the intense scenery on high, of the fog rolling along the lonely Tryggr mountain and its wood. Rather than wait for the crimson haired youth to take the lead, the Traegur son stepped around him, his waltzing strides traipsing him back down the slow and treacherous climb.

But the man paused, passing a glance back towards the boy through his inky tresses that wafted in the newly toiling winds. "But, do me a favor, if you will, Giovanni." Those bright eyes of Tywin's bore into the other, transferring wordlessly that he should hope that his single request would be granted upon his vacancy. "Take my interest to your king. If his house is so quiet, surely he'd find the assistance in a supporter such as myself." Tywin's strides started again, but his visage was only torn away from the boy after four or five. "Oh, and one more thing," for the first time his voice displayed some inflex, tone creeping upwards as quickly as it settled back down. "Do tell Ezera - if you know the woman - I do wish to meet my sister someday, and that I extend my apologies for not saying goodbye." A handsome smile rose along Tywin's frosted lips, a final glance and nod offered to Andante, before his path continued. Perhaps he needn't the escort after all, but Tywin knew of one thing for certain. He'd be back... the West called to him.


W C: 473
T A G: Andante
M U S E: 3/5
O O C: we can wrap it up if you'd like ;)
TYWIN





powerplay excused
within reasonable limits!
always tag responses.
@[Tywin]


Andante

Sovereign ♕
Equine
Stallion
17.3hh
2 Spring ✿
played by Kagome
900 crystals
60 posts
MAMA CALLED ME DESTRUCTIVE, SAID
IT'D RUIN ME ONE DAY ―
A single sentence fell from the stranger's frosted lips, signaling his agreement to leave for now. If the man were not still standing here Andante would have been grinning from ear to ear. As per usual, to a degree, he always got what he wanted in the end and could care less what means he needs to take to achieve his goal. He continued to stare out over the open expanse of his kingdom letting the inner waves of his mental victory subside. He couldn't let his guise break on him now by celebrating prematurely.

Another bitter wind played with the wine colored strands of his mane and forelock, promising an even colder winter. As Tywin turned and stepped ahead of him a flame flickered within his chest. He wanted to be the one to take the lead, not this random stranger. This was his house after all. But he had to swallow his pride like a dry pill, he could not afford to make any rash decisions. The muscles in his shoulders tensed visibly, but thankfully the bicolored stallion had his back turned to him. Composing himself the boy king released a soft sigh before silently following in behind the brief visitor.

I wonder if it's still too late to push him off the ledge... He thought to himself, snake like slits narrowing for a fleeting moment before returning to their usual thinness. He had been prepared to take another step to follow behind the man, playing the role of a good soldier until he heard his alias called. Meeting Tywin's gaze the boy held it and then responded with a shallow nod. Consider it done, He murmured whilst immediately scoffing mentally afterward. Hell...no...why would he even want to join anyway? What's in it for him? They were moving again and he took a step or two before the obsidian stag stopped once again proposing another favor.

By now his patience was beginning to wear thin but he continued to uphold his façade for as long as possible. But all budding irritation was tossed aside the moment the stranger uttered Ezera's name. In that instant he felt as if ice ran through his veins and clawed endlessly upon his back. Not only did the man know of his little adoptive family, he'd possibly been stalking around Tryggr a lot longer than he'd led on. What pitiful guards he had, failing the simple job of keeping outsiders out. Now he had to deal with Tywin's looming presence, he was sure of it. Surly the stag would not only visit once, who knows how many times he'd been in and out of his kingdom. The task of keeping the mare and her child safe was becoming near impossible with each passing day.

I believe I've seen her once or twice in passing. I will let her know next time I see her. He voiced with a curt nod of his visage. The smile that touched the others lips as if he'd just told some secret made his insides want to curdle. And the flame of irritation set ablaze in his chest went to work melting the ice that previously froze his frame. The stud left him and he himself turned his back wearing a scowl as he stalked away, a low growl vibrating within his throat
000 words. tagged. Tywin




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