And there he stood, Harry the Heir himself; tall, handsome, scowling. “Lady Alayne. May I partner you in this dance?”
She considered for a moment. “No. I don’t think so.” Color rose to his cheeks. “I was unforgiveably rude to you in the yard. You must forgive me.”
“Must?” She tossed her hair, took a sip of wine, made him wait. “How can you forgive someone who is unforgiveably rude? Will you explain that to me, ser?”
Ser Harrold looked confused. “Please. One dance.”.
just wanted to make this post saying thank you! i passed 9k followers last night and i was going to post something, but i was too distracted by a certain pink haired murder bean (and his friends), so i’m taking the time to write this now!
i want to keep this short and sweet so i don’t get too emotional, but thank you from the bottom of my heart for allowing me to be part of this community along with you guys. you have no idea how much it means to be to be accepted by such a wide and wonderful group of people such as you all. thank you for being a place that i can turn to when college life gets a bit too rough for me.
you guys keep me motivated in wanting to make gifs and edits and i constantly get inspired all the time. plus! i fucking love geeking out over theories and headcanons and all that with you all. i’ve made some really great friends in this community and i’m thankful for that. but even if we don’t talk all the time, i still appreciate you very very much!
just, thank you for letting me be a fan along with you all and thank you for following my silly little blog. 💖