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November 26, 2023
I am no murderer of children. “Put that away. Myrcella is under my protection. And Ser Arys will permit no harm to come to his precious princess, you know that.”
Arianne Martell is supposed to be like the Elarria Sand of the show... oh no wait, she was in the scenes when Oberyn was at the capitol. So maybe the show made Elarria this avenger, but it was really Arianne? Gotta look this up
“Has she?” A woman on the Iron Throne? Arianne thought
Is she not conspiring to put Myrcella there...
but Arianne broke free of him, laughing. “I see that queenmaking excites you, ser, but we have no time for this. Later, I promise you.”
gotta remind myself if these are the same two from the earlier notes I made. The Dorne part of this story is confusing when you take so many long breaks :'(
I smell my wolf, I smell her fur, almost as if she were still beside me.
Needle was Robb and Bran and Rickon, her mother and her father, even Sansa. Needle was Winterfell’s grey walls, and the laughter of its people. Needle was the summer snows, Old Nan’s stories, the heart tree with its red leaves and scary face, the warm earthy smell of the glass gardens, the sound of the north wind rattling the shutters of her room. Needle was Jon Snow’s smile. He used to mess my hair and call me “little sister,” she remembered, and suddenly there were tears in her eyes.
UGH :'(
And there were wyrms in that red darkness too.” “Earthworms?” she asked, frowning. “Firewyrms. Some say they are akin to dragons, for wyrms breathe fire too. Instead of soaring through the sky, they bore through stone and soil.
GASP like ACOTAR
She remembered a tale she had heard from Old Nan, about how sometimes during a long winter men who’d lived beyond their years would announce that they were going hunting. And their daughters would weep and their sons would turn their faces to the fire, she could hear Old Nan saying, but no one would stop them, or ask what game they meant to hunt, with the snows so deep and the cold wind howling.
WHat the fuuuuck
“Wyman Manderly has done as you commanded, and beheaded Lord Stannis’s onion knight.”
Uhhh clearly they got that wrong...?
“No,” she had replied, “I want him horned.” She liked to think that was the night when Joffrey was conceived.
Oh ok >_<
“I forget nothing,” she told him, thinking of a certain gold coin, with a hand on one face and the head of a forgotten king on the other. How did some miserable wretch of a gaoler come to have such a coin hidden beneath his chamber pot? How does a man like Rugen come to have old gold from Highgarden?
what is this about again?
“Would that there were more like you, good ser. I tell you truly, I have grave doubts about Ser Bronn of the Blackwater.” Husband and wife exchanged a look. “The man is insolent, Your Grace,” Falyse said. “Uncouth and foul-mouthed.” “He is no true knight,” Ser Balman said. “No.” Cersei smiled, all for him. “And you are a man who would know true knighthood.
Whaaaaaaat
Rhaegar Targaryen had worn black plate over golden ringmail when he cantered onto the lists.
That sounds so cool
Hunt would not listen. He hacked through the dead men’s necks himself, tied the three heads together by the hair, and slung them from his saddle.
FUCKING A
As for you, my lady, it is said that your father is a good man. If so, I pity him. Some men are blessed with sons, some with daughters. No man deserves to be cursed with such as you. Live or die, Lady Brienne, do not return to Maidenpool whilst I rule here.” Words are wind, Brienne told herself. They cannot hurt you. Let them wash over you.
Goddamn he sucks
Red Ronnet Connington. Ronnet had a rose between his fingers. When he held it out to her, she cut his hand off.
Dreams feel important
and he had the biggest feet that Brienne had ever seen, bare and black and hard as horn. “I have not worn a shoe in twenty years,” he told Brienne. “The first year, I had more blisters than I had toes, and my soles would bleed like pigs whenever I trod on a hard stone, but I prayed and the Cobbler Above turned my skin to leather.”
EW
They say the pack is led by a monstrous she-wolf, a stalking shadow grim and grey and huge. They will tell you that she has been known to bring aurochs down all by herself, that no trap nor snare can hold her, that she fears neither steel nor fire, slays any wolf that tries to mount her, and devours no other flesh but man.”
Thats Nymeria for sure
You would weep as well if you had a son and lost him, Sam almost said. He could not blame Gilly for her grief. Instead, he blamed Jon Snow and wondered when Jon’s heart had turned to stone. Once he asked Maester Aemon that very question, when Gilly was down at the canal fetching water for them. “When you raised him up to be the lord commander,” the old man answered.
Lord Snow could not have known, but I should have seen it. Fire consumes, but cold preserves.
“Not if they have claws.” And suddenly there was a knife in the girl’s left hand,
Is this Arya?!
“No one.” She stank of fish. “I used to be someone, but now I’m not. You can call me Cat, if you like. Who are you?” “Samwell, of House Tarly. You speak the Common Tongue.” “My father was the oarmaster on Nymeria.
AHHHH OMG IT IS
Payne had been the captain of the Hand’s guard when he had been heard boasting that it was Lord Tywin who ruled the Seven Kingdoms and told King Aerys what to do. Aerys Targaryen took his tongue for that.
Wow never knew that
He was wrong. I shall be the Kingslayer till I die.
“We will dance again,” he promised Ser Ilyn. “On the morrow, and the morrow. Every day we’ll dance, till I am as good with my left hand as ever I was with the right.”
Crrazy how its Bron in the show!
and since the only witness lacked a tongue, he need not fear anyone learning just how inept a swordsman the Kingslayer had become.
It makes so much sense
