Fede woke up after having another sexual dream about the redheaded knight, Griffie. And wondered why he couldn't stop thinking about him. When he got up, he looked around. Where was Marya?
"Marya! Where are you???" he shouted.
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"There's no cure for being a cunt." Bronn "King Stannis is my god." Davos "Who the fuck is Jon Snow?" Locke
Federyco looked around at the direction of the voice. He saw movement under a blanket, but Marya's voice was funny, and provocative. Rolling over he pulled the blanket off. "What?? You're not Marya!"
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"There's no cure for being a cunt." Bronn "King Stannis is my god." Davos "Who the fuck is Jon Snow?" Locke
She snuck out of the keep, using the old waterport that she used to sneak to the orchards when she was younger. She only brought what she needed, the map, a dagger and some gold so she could buy some supplies and a horse somewhere down the road.
She walked for a few hours when she saw and a figure, bathed in an eery blue/green light, in the middle of the road..."Seven hells she muttered...as she tried to get a better look......
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"Robert was never the same after he put on that crown. Some men are like swords, made for fighting. Hang them up and they go to rust.” -DN
