•Dahlia•
I gripped the balcony’s edge tightly, trying to wrap my head around what just happened. Tyrion had said a lot. A lot of things that I wasn’t sure I understood.
From blood witches to usurping Hayden’s throne. But he said he knew something. That he was sure that Hayden wouldn’t be king for long. How? Why?
What truth was he planning on uncovering with the North? I was even more confused about everything now after speaking with him.
Cold air slapped at my face, reminding me that it was time to go inside. I still had other things to do. And the night was relatively early.
I turned around to walk back into the hall, but my breath hitched along the way and I halted all movements. River was standing at the entrance of the balcony with his arms crossed and a dark look on his already
