was so much blood. Why was there always so much blood?
hard to figure out how much blood is actually in the human body until it starts
to pool around your feet and cover your boots. The sickest part about all of
this though was the fact that Jon was actually starting to like it.
the killing, the killing made him feel like a monster, but the power of it all.
There was this sense of conquering that would pulse through his body every time
he struck someone down. This must’ve been the Targaryen in him. He was always
told they were a fierce bunch and if he was anything like his biological father,
Jon was one of the fiercest.
liked the blood more so today than any other day. This blood was shed to
protect the one thing he’d grown to love more than anything in this world. Jon
rarely gets the chance to defend Y/N, she can easily do that herself, but she
wasn’t present to hear the things coming out of Ser Arys mouth.
own Lord Commander actually had the audacity to talk about her like that. He
didn’t know Jon was standing in the doorway of the Great Hall listening to all
of it. Arys must’ve been fucking stupid for talking about this in such a public