[ he thought about being mad at alicent, thought about blaming her too for not voting with ash, but — he couldn't, not when ash told her she'd sought him out when nearly no one else did. she'd known, somehow, exactly what embry would want her to do — what he needed her to do without telling, without asking. she remembered what ash was to him, remembered that he was a widower, and with embry gone, was essentially one once more.
that means more to him than anything. more than her showing up to his funeral, although ash would not describe her dress in detail, claiming that he "couldn't see" through his grief. ]
my room. i stopped by to get some clothes. i'm smelling your flowers right now. they're crispy. come by.
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that means more to him than anything. more than her showing up to his funeral, although ash would not describe her dress in detail, claiming that he "couldn't see" through his grief. ]
my room. i stopped by to get some clothes.
i'm smelling your flowers right now. they're crispy.
come by.