The night before a sizeable adventure in the making, Sarah has some reservations about her traveling companions. (No, not those ones.)
Sansa expects imprisonment and death from the Mad Queen. She doesn't get it.
Jack convinces a hungry Zhao Zi to stay in bed with him and have some fun.
Sol always knows the nicest things to say.
There is a susurration of cloth as he makes his genuflection. He does not intend to fall on his knees, but it happens. The resignation and dignity he has sought to cultivate throughout his confinement dissolves like wet sugar in the face of that which he has held out for, despite himself, despite all that he knows about the workings of the King of England, which is everything. Or so he has thought, often, and never correctly.
Diana and Steve at the inn.
do they keep me afloat//or just wrap around my throat like a noose on a rope?//probably both
Toby always forgot how good the quiet moments could be.