❛ If I’d been trying to kill him, he’d be dead. ❜
Book starters. Still accepting.
Jaqen does not pause before casting his eyes up and into the distance, simultaneously dropping his brows. The disappointment that floods his features is calculatedly conspicuous. ( His whilom question was made in earnest, not as a jest—and not as an open invitation for slighting. ) His lithe fingers come to rest upon the hilt of his sharpened sword before he directs his gaze back to the girl before him, steeliness settling behind his keen eyes.
“ A girl should know by now that there is no room for pride in this House.”













