cxurfeyrac:

“The effort I put into the pursuit.
Of girls, mostly. It’s certainly
worth the trouble.”

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                  “I’ve seen the trouble it
               brings you, I have to say,
                  I disagree. It’s more
                    trouble than worth it.”

kingxwolf:

         Robb’s marriage to Jeyne was not laced with
         regret. Whispers could be heard about the
         decision he made, a decision that was no
         decision at all. It was either keeping the honor
         within himself or within her, the latter being
         the one that he had deemed more important.
         Now he mend the alliance that he had broken,
         something that he was willing to do no matter
         what it took or who could have possibly been
         subjected to a life with a questionable future.
         A duty he had as he had been named the
         King in the North, a title that scared him occasionally.

      Sansa was meant to be in King’s Landing,
      far away from it all. He adored his younger
      sister and wished to have her near. He also
      knew the danger of it all, the danger that
      came with the game they were all playing.
      A claim to the throne was of no worry to
      him, threatening the Lannister’s own seats
      was dangerous no matter what kind of outcome
      Robb desired. Sansa was there and there
      was no sending her away, no changing the
      course of whatever was to precede them.
      Did not mean he was worry free.

      “Lambs to the slaughter.” He’s joking, evident
       with the hint of a smile across his face. His
       mother’s words about how dangerous the
       man could be only making the words instantly
       come to his mind, even if not cheerful enough
       for what is to be a wedding.

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                            “Don’t say such things.” Sansa's 
                    chastisement of her brother is woefully
                    sharp. She is not like the soft sister that
                    rode away from the walls of Winterfell.
                    She is marred, bruised under the heavy
                    cloth of her dress. It’s difficult to keep 
                    such a secret from her savior and though
                    Brienne of Tarth is a lot of things, loyal
                    to Catelyn and honest is a combination
                    that dooms her from the very start.

                             "Even your men are ill at ease, can
                    you sense it?“ This time, her words are 
                    softer, hushed as though parting with a
                    secret. She may not remember much from
                    her pre-dawn arrival but through the tears
                    Sansa notices the quiet looks, the furrowed
                    eyebrows and silent uncheering groups of
                    men. Mayhaps they find her a liability.
                    Mayhaps they cannot afford her a guard.

                             They have a few hours still before 
                   the feast and Sansa, though tired, stays 
                   close to Robb and her mother. She cannot
                   help but feel uncomfortable, the very air
                   of the Twins heavy with something she
                   cannot quite put into words.

                            ”You’ll take care, won’t you?“

myxlion:

      Tyrion was taught that he was a bastard, all
      imps are bastards in their farther’s eyes, he
      was taught he murdered his mother coming
      in to this world, that his siblings hate him and
      that he would never amount close to Jamie, he
      would never get any lands and any wife he may
      take or children he would bare would never be
       good enough. What’s in a name? Letters that
      do not shape who we are. 

      Shae could have predicted that Sansa would
      retreat to another topic of convocation, Shae
      looked down to for moment. She just hoped
      one day Sansa would grow stronger and
      stand up to her demons, she knew she couldn’t
      tell Sansa that she couldn’t hide from her
      problems because to Sansa Shae was
      just a maid.

                       ❝What fruit would you like? I
                          could see they have lemon
                          cakes?——-❞

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           Maybe one day a name will stop
       dictating her life, her value, her worth.
       Maybe one day, a name will be nothing
       but something to call out for her attention
       vowels consonants and syllables without
       any responsibility. maybe one day she
       won’t have a family to call her own, she
       can live like jon, a bastard and invisible
       instead of a lady and traitor.

           "It’ll spoil my appetite for dinner.
        Maybe a peach, if there are still any.“

        ”Thank you.“ It’s added to the end like
       a afterthought but it isn’t, for she is not
       thanking Shae for doing her job, she is
       grateful that she listens and tries.