A Game of Thrones page 244And I have a tender spot in my heart for cripples and bastards and broken things.
He is coming for me, she would say at night. So softly it became a prayer. She caught whispers of him from the jaws of lions and knew joy for she saw fear in their eyes. Give them a taste of winter, Robb. Give them a taste of death.
you wear your honour like a suit of armour, stark. you think it keeps you safe, but all it does is weigh you down
happy birthday, alena!! (✿◠‿◠)
She could still hear Sansa screaming. Ser Ilyn drew a two-handed greatsword from the scabbard on his back. As he lifted the blade above his head, sunlight seemed to ripple and dance down the dark metal, glinting off an edge sharper than any razor. Ice, she thought, he has Ice! Her tears streamed down her face, blinding her. (…) Dimly, as if from far away, she heard a… a noise… a soft sighing sound, as if a million people had let out their breath at once.
“This is not about the honor of your houses. This is about keeping my son alive and whole.”
He almost did that now, before he remembered he was a prince, and almost a man grown.
#their relationship hurts me the most #i bet sansa was the kind of sister to read him bedtime stories #mostly the silly ones about love but he’d always press her to tell him the scary stories and she would #even though she knew catelyn would be mad at her if she found out #but one night catelyn walks past bran’s room and overhears sansa telling him a scary story and she doesn’t stop her #and she smiles bc she told the exact story to edmure when they were younger #and her two little tully looking babies remind her of her own childhood #sometimes sansa tells robin the stories and she’s reminded of the brother she lost #the sweet little boy who should have grown up to be a true knight