... And There's Always Music In The Air

Нє, Чахлий, ти не поняв, я нарізала кола навколо Астаріона і сподівалася, що от коли я вб‘ю Казадора - він охуїє та закохається в мене, але здається що я трішки проєбалася і тепер мені світить тільки френдзона 😭

Нічо, в мене вже є ідея персонажа на друге проходження 👌

Замок Сент Міклош 🏰

Sent Miklosh castle, Ukraine 🇺🇦

🎧 Сонце сьогодні яскраво вмирало,

В безсмерті своєму певне було…

... Behind them, Gendry groaned. "Lords and ladies," he proclaimed in a disgusted tone. Arya plucked a withered crabapple off a passing branch and whipped it at him, bouncing it off his thick bull head. "Ow," he said. "That hurt." He felt the skin above his eye. "What kind of lady throws crabapples at people?" "The bad kind," said Arya, suddenly contrite.

George R.R. Martin, A Storm of Swords

Question was asked

OK, Bob

“...Brienne turned, and saw a ghost. 

Renly. No hammerblow to the heart could have felled her half so hard. 

"My lord?" she gasped.

"Lord?" The boy pushed back a lock of black hair that had fallen across his eyes. "I'm just a smith."

He is not Renly, Brienne realized. Renly is dead. Renly died in my arms, a man of one-and-twenty. This is a only a boy. A boy who looked as Renly had, the first time he came to Tarth. [...] And though his eyes had been that same deep blue, Lord Renly's eyes had always been warm and welcoming, full of laughter, whereas this boy's eyes brimmed with anger and suspicion.”

— George R.R. Martin, A Feast for Crows