And the more we bleed each other, the weaker we shall all be when the real enemy falls upon us. 

"What if the wolves come?"




You Westerosi are all the same. You sew some beast upon a scrap of silk, and suddenly you are all lions or dragons or eagles

People will whisper, they’ll make their jokes. Let  them. They’re all so small I can’t even see them.

this is stannis baratheon

I was jealous of Robb my whole life. The way my father looked at him, I wanted that. He was better than me at everything - fighting and hunting and riding. And girls. Gods, the girls loved him.

She was no one’s daughter now. She was no one. Not Arya, not Weasel, not Nan nor Arry nor Squab, not even Lumpyhead. She was only some girl who ran with a dog by day, and dreamed of wolves by night.

Stannis and Shireen Baratheon

(Requested by anonymous.)

"We’re already here."


D A C E Y . M O R M O N T : S H E - B E A R

“there’s a carving on our gate,” said dacey. “a woman in a bearskin, with a child in one arm suckling at her breast. in the other hand she holds a battleaxe. she’s no proper lady, that one, but i always loved her.
(requested by anon)

I came to hear you confess.

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