act two : the northern tales
" dear jon,
i'm sorry for lying.
i'm sorry for leaving
i'm sorry for putting this
weight on your shoulders
i was not afraid. "" my dear robb,
you once asked if i would still love
you if you lost and i once forgot
to tell you i would have loved
if we were peasants starving on fleabottom . i never thought i would say that, i never imagined i would mean it"cast
miranda manderly,
the pearl of the northern sea" this will kill us both, i can't see it in the water. i can only drown "
beatrix hightower,
the damsel of castle black"bet not afraid, i was born for this"
jon snow,
the bastard of winter fell"if i fall in love with you my life will be fucked"
robb stark,
the king in the north" a crown never sits easily on a head"
playlist
the wall side
wildflower wildfire // lana del rey
soap // the oh hellos
mary on a cross / ghost
townie // mitski
supercut // lorde
willow // taylor swiftthe war front side
werewolf // fiona apple
pink in the night // mitski
ivy // taylor swift
from the dining table // harry styles
elephant gun // beirut
welcome to ' northern tales ' the part of my asoiaf plot that will follow the northern folk. it will be mostly based on the show's seasons one—four and with a bit of the books since i've recently started reading them. as per usual spoiler warnings and canon levels of violence, i don't plan on adding smut scenes but like grrm im a gardener not a planner so you never know.
this part will cover the tragedy do miranda manderly and the adventures of beatrix hightower .
if you would like to read about the lions tales, i recommend ( shameless plug ) 'wasteland, baby',chapters are coming, so please be patient, if you got till here leave a tiny start or a hiii.
farewell, ilse
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𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐧 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐬, asoiaf
Fanfictionsister piece to "wasteland, baby !", to you, from miles north.