1 Work in Robert "Sweetrobin" Arryn/Joy Hill
29 Nov 2018
The War may have ended and we might have a new Royal Family, but scars from our past still seem to seep through our roughly closed up wounds and all we can do is hope tomorrow will be better. Somedays she was pure, happy as she'd been before the death of her Father and the horrid War of the Five Kings, she was all smiles and warmth...other days she walked around the Keep in a daze as if none of us existed; those days were the worst and it scared the children....those nights we're filled with screams of past pain and I always awoke with bruises from her small fist that tried to fight off a long dead man.
Though the morning sun would come and small cubs or princesses would pile into our beds and it would be as if none of our demons had ever existed...it was a never-ending fight that we'd all have to deal with now that the Long Night was over with and we attempted to salvage our peace.
*CURRENTLY ON HIATUS*