021 - [Voice]

[kingslaying]

[A deeply put upon mutter, barely audible. Jaime's audibly wincing.]

Give me Shitface's rusty spear and bugger me with it.

[After a sigh, he raises his voice again.]

Bugger. I suppose this is our next foray into other worlds.

Welcome to Winterfell.

Comments

[coy_smile]

You're awfully dramatic, you know.

[Voice]

[kingslaying]

Now, sweetling, my virtues are so few I'd hardly think you'd concern yourself with that one.

[Voice]

[coy_smile]

Virtue? Well, whatever you wanna tell yourself, handsome.

I do hope that Cersei woman shows up, since this is your world. I'd certainly like to see why she gets shoved into my head whenever we have those dreams.

[Voice]

[kingslaying]

I doubt you do, my lady. I don't think you two would get on, and not just because of me.

[lastrhapsodos]

Winterfell?

[Voice]

[kingslaying]

The great castle of the north, and the seat of House Stark.

Their banner is a grey direwolf on a white field, and their words are 'winter is coming'.