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.
Jack convinces a hungry Zhao Zi to stay in bed with him and have some fun.
And so she set out to find the source of the blizzard.
Tomorrow, then, Hal comes again. Satisfaction is not requital, and once is not enough.
do they keep me afloat//or just wrap around my throat like a noose on a rope?//probably both
Newt decides to escape the world for a little while by getting into videogames. Then he meets a boy...
Goodsir is at heart a merciful man; Hickey uses that against him.
Bushy and Green are shortly to be dead.
Diana and Steve at the inn.
Sansa expects imprisonment and death from the Mad Queen. She doesn't get it.