She could feel the hole inside her every morning when she woke. It was a hollow place, an emptiness where her heart had been, where her brothers had lived, and her parents.The hole will never feel any better, she told herself when she went to sleep.

“Valar morghulis,” she whispered as he died. When he stopped moving, she picked up the coin. Outside the walls of Harrenhal, a wolf howled long and loud.

i used to be the son or the daughter of
i was an angel, someone’s sweet thing
by the roadside, in the nighttime
i’m hardly even thereit’s alright to recognize me
call out my nameless
it’s alright to recognize me