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October 26, 2022 - October 13, 2023
Bran saw his father’s face change, saw the other men exchange glances. He loved Jon with all his heart at that moment. Even at seven, Bran understood what his brother had done. The count had come right only because Jon had omitted himself. He had included the girls, included even Rickon, the baby, but not the bastard who bore the surname Snow, the name that custom decreed be given to all those in the north unlucky enough to be born with no name of their own.
Jon.
“And if I hear ‘Your Grace’ once more, I’ll have your head on a spike. We are more to each other than that.”
they def smooched during robert’s rebellion
“Never forget what you are, for surely the world will not. Make it your strength. Then it can never be your weakness. Armor yourself in it, and it will never be used to hurt you.”
Whoever Jon’s mother had been, Ned must have loved her fiercely, for nothing Catelyn said would persuade him to send the boy away.
:(
“You Starks are hard to kill,” Jon agreed.
…anyways
“First lesson,” Jon said. “Stick them with the pointy end.”
And whatever you do …” Arya knew what was coming next. They said it together. “… don’t … tell … Sansa!”
they are everything to me
“The next time I see you, you’ll be all in black.” Jon forced himself to smile back. “It was always my color. How long do you think it will be?” “Soon enough,” Robb promised. He pulled Jon to him and embraced him fiercely. “Farewell, Snow.”
The fact that they never got to reunite haunts me wtf
And he spoke truly, it is a monstrous uncomfortable chair.
if I were queen of westeros my first act would be to have some fucking cushions put on that chair, wouldn’t catch me with a sword up my arse lmao
a mind needs books as a sword needs a whetstone, if it is to keep its edge.”
“Lady,” he said, tasting the name. He had never paid much attention to the names the children had picked, but looking at her now, he knew that Sansa had chosen well. She was the smallest of the litter, the prettiest, the most gentle and trusting. She looked at him with bright golden eyes, and he ruffled her thick grey fur.
offing myself
“Choose four men and have them take the body north. Bury her at Winterfell.” “All that way?” Jory said, astonished. “All that way,” Ned affirmed. “The Lannister woman shall never have this skin.”
Another day another Ned Stark slay
Jon stood up. “I’ll break the other one for you if you ask nicely.”
Jon Starkgaryen inheriting Ned’s one-liners 🫶
When the snows fall and the white winds blow, the lone wolf dies, but the pack survives.
“And I swear to you, boy, on horseback you will be as tall as any of them.”
It was Ghost who knew what to do. Silent as shadow, the pale direwolf moved closer and began to lick the warm tears off Samwell Tarly’s face. The fat boy cried out, startled … and somehow, in a heartbeat, his sobs turned to laughter.
When Maester Aemon heard him sing, he said his voice was honey poured over thunder.”
I ofttimes wonder how Stannis ever got that ugly daughter of his.
keep Shireen Baratheon’s name out of your mouth bro
That struck him as more than passing queer.
🤨🏳️🌈⁉️
Littlefinger and the City Watch found him there in the street, cradling Jory Cassel’s body in his arms.
FUCK OFF NO
“Viserys says he could sweep the Seven Kingdoms with ten thousand Dothraki screamers.” Ser Jorah snorted. “Viserys could not sweep a stable with ten thousand brooms.”
💀💀💀
“When you play the game of thrones, you win or you die. There is no middle ground.”
“Rhaenys was a child too. Prince Rhaegar’s daughter. A precious little thing, younger than your girls. She had a small black kitten she called Balerion, did you know? I always wondered what happened to him.
I need balerion’s revenge arc expeditiously
why is it always the innocents who suffer most, when you high lords play your game of thrones?
The direwolf’s red eyes were darker than garnets and wiser than men. Jon knelt, scratched his ear, and showed him the pommel of the sword. “Look. It’s you.” Ghost sniffed at his carved stone likeness and tried a lick. Jon smiled.
I am Daenerys Stormborn, Daenerys of House Targaryen, of the blood of Aegon the Conqueror and Maegor the Cruel and old Valyria before them. I am the dragon’s daughter, and I swear to you, these men will die screaming.
If I look back I am lost.
“There sits the only king I mean to bow my knee to, m’lords,” he thundered. “The King in the North!” And he knelt, and laid his sword at her son’s feet. “I’ll have peace on those terms,” Lord Karstark said. “They can keep their red castle and their iron chair as well.” He eased his longsword from its scabbard. “The King in the North!” he said, kneeling beside the Greatjon. Maege Mormont stood. “The King of Winter!” she declared, and laid her spiked mace beside the swords. And the river lords were rising too, Blackwood and Bracken and Mallister, houses who had never been ruled from Winterfell,
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I know no king but the king in the north whose name is stark 🤭
“In the streets, they call it the Red Messenger,” Varys said. “They say it comes as a herald before a king, to warn of fire and blood to follow.”
Dany 🤭
“Do you hate her?” “Almost as much as I love her,”
If the dish smelled especially choice, he would send it to one of the lords on the dais, a gesture of friendship and favor that Maester Luwin told him he must make. He sent some salmon down to poor sad Lady Hornwood, the boar to the boisterous Umbers, a dish of goose-in-berries to Cley Cerwyn, and a huge lobster to Joseth the master of horse, who was neither lord nor guest, but had seen to Dancer’s training and made it possible for Bran to ride. He sent sweets to Hodor and Old Nan as well, for no reason but he loved them.
It wasn’t Harren, Arya wanted to say, it was me. She had killed Chiswyck with a whisper, and she would kill two more before she was through. I’m the ghost in Harrenhal, she thought. And that night, there was one less name to hate.
“Viserys sold my mother’s crown, and men called him a beggar. I shall keep this one, so men will call me a queen.”
You have my oath on that, Ser Cortnay.” Contempt thickened Ser Cortnay’s voice. “And what is that worth? You wear your cloak of many colors, I see. The one Renly gave you when you swore your oath to protect him. If he is dead, how is it you are not?” He turned his scorn on Guyard Morrigen. “I might ask the same of you, ser. Guyard the Green, yes? Of the rainbow guard? Sworn to give his own life for his king’s? If I had such a cloak, I would be ashamed to wear it.”
Tbh if I rocked up to take a castle and the castellan demolished me like that I’d fr call off the war and go home 💀
Ser Cortnay did not seem surprised. “Is it the justice of your cause you doubt, my lord, or the strength of your arm? Are you afraid I’ll piss on your burning sword and put it out?”
Gagged him 💀
I swear, I will go to my grave thinking of my brother’s peach.”
It’s giving Targaryen
“Robb should know of this at once,” she said. “Do we know where he is?” “At last word he was marching toward the Crag, the seat of House Westerling,”
DYLAN NOOO
“They shall not cross, Cat,” Edmure scrawled, “Lord Tywin is marching to the southeast. A feint perhaps, or full retreat, it matters not. They shall not cross.”
It’s giving Gandalf
Pia was always seeing things in the buttery. Usually they were men.
Pia of Harrizzhal 😍
The Lord of Winterfell would always be a Stark.
The banner of the King in the North remains as it has for thousands of years; the grey direwolf of the Starks of Winterfell, running across an ice-white field.
Minimalist icons
Brienne moved the tiller and the skiff sheared left, sail rippling. Jaime watched her eyes. Pretty eyes, he thought, and calm.
And thus, it begins
Margaery dismissed him with a sisterly kiss,
Cersei and Jaime rn 🤭👀
But Lem Lemoncloak gave Gendry a clout alongside the head. “You want to fight, fight with me! She’s a girl, and half your age! You keep your hands off o’ her, you hear me?”
Someone had to say it tbh
The girl did have hair like the old king’s, Arya thought; a great thick mop of it, as black as coal. That doesn’t mean anything, though. Gendry has the same kind of hair too. Lots of people have black hair.
…so here’s the thing
+ lots of people have black hair, but not cersei’s children lmao
“You’re hard enough to look at with a nose. Besides, I wanted to make the goat say ‘thapphireth.’”
Menace behaviour 💀
“Some fool boy’s like to fall off and break his back.”
No need to bring bran into this
“I can shorten your tongue as easy as I did your fingers, smuggler.” “I am your man, Your Grace. So it is your tongue, to do with as you please.” “It is,” he said, calmer.
I feel like I’m interrupting something
“I am lowborn,” Davos reminded him. “An upjumped smuggler. Your lords will never obey me.” “Then we will make new lords.”
Yesss remodel your whole kingdom and aristocracy around your bestie, obvs in a totally not romantic way king 😍
Oberyn Nymeros Martell, Tyrion muttered under his breath as he fell in beside the man. The Red Viper of Dorne.
Not the government name 😭
