“No… no.” He shook his head. “I never meant… forgive me. You have to forgive me.”
“Have to?” It was too late. He should have begun by begging forgiveness. She could not pardon him as she’d intended. She had dragged the wineseller behind her horse until there was nothing left of him. Didn’t the man who brought him deserve the same? This is Jorah, my fierce bear, the right arm that never failed me. I would be dead without him, but… “I can’t forgive you,” she said. “I can’t.”
“I protected you. I fought for you. Killed for you.”
Kissed me, she thought, betrayed me.
it’s just one of those days where I’m feeling incredibly uninspired to the point where I’m cropping and lazily coloring in WIPs from days before…. this more or less spawned from a growing moral debt for tumblr user tonyloki who imposed bags of chocolate into my life and continues to live up to her name
fuck me this is amazing