a tale of a sweet girl and a wretched queen — both whom were scorned by the young wolf
✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*
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ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ *ೃ༄ ' the man of my dreams ? '
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⋆⋆⋆⋆⋆⋆⋆⋆⋆⋆⋆⋆⋆⋆⋆⋆⋆⋆⋆⋆⋆⋆⋆⋆⋆⋆⋆⋆⋆⋆⋆⋆ — jeyne, jeyne jeyne. ⋆⋆⋆⋆⋆⋆⋆⋆⋆⋆⋆⋆⋆⋆⋆⋆⋆⋆⋆⋆⋆⋆⋆⋆⋆⋆⋆⋆⋆⋆⋆⋆ won't you be mine ?
IF it was an alliance between their houses Lord Desmond Redwyne wanted, he had another daughter— one more beautiful and of higher quality— he could have offered the hand of marriage to the eldest son of Lord Eddard Stark. Alas, it was the little flower that paled in comparison her sister that he foisted onto the poor boy. It was mostly ever Jeyne that saw it as a punishment for the likes of him to be with the likes of her. Lady Jeyne thought Robb Stark to be the finest man than the gods had ever made but...
To be in awe was very different than to be in love and even in the many years that passed them by where they become a husband and a wife, a mother and a father, a king and a queen— even the singers did not know what to hum of in their songs of Lady Jeyne and Robb Stark.
╔════════════╗ ' You think I'm fighting this war so they'll sing songs about me Jeyne? '
ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ *ೃ༄ stupid little girl.
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