"But he who dares not grasp the thorn Should never crave the rose." ― Anne Brontë All men must die. All roses must wilt. There is a streak of wildness behind steel eyes. Two distinctly Stark features, yet they belong to Anya Whent. A Southern lady born in the shadow of Harrenhal with the blood of the North running through her veins. Behind a fair face are a kind heart, a gentle soul, and a beast. A beast that takes a Hound to tame it. A bat disguised as a wolf. A man disguised as a Hound. ♞completed: January 2020♞ ♞editing: June 2022♞ Now an official Wattpad fanfic and featured in @WattpadGoT's "New Houses, New Names, New Story" reading list. [Highest Rankings] #1 in Sandor Clegane #1 in The Hound #1 in Game of Thrones #1 in A Song of Ice and Fire #1 in ASOIAF

"I love her so much, but she's in love with you." Justin said faintly. Little did he know she was right behind him. • 13 reasons why fanfiction • #263 in fanfiction ~ May 22 2017