“It’s just a stupid sword,” she said, aloud this time…

… but it wasn’t.

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.” 

you’re a drifter, a shapeshifter. let me see you run.

…The taste of innocence. The taste of dreams.

You saw her beauty, but not the iron underneath.

davosseaworth:

“Men win wars, not magic tricks.”

don’t trust anyone.

with all the world’s graces at her command.

Summer will end soon enough, and childhood as well.

varros:

modern au - lannisters

“everyone knew the rumors and everyone believed it, but the lannisters had the money to change facts and that’s just how shit was. but that couldn’t change them kids from believing it. everyone underestimated tommen, that boy had everyone fooled. played the part while playing everyone else. myrcella, she got sent away- or ran away. either way, she’s been in miami working for the martells for a few years. that cersei would have a fucking fit if she found out they were even talking to each other. but she of all people should know how tight the bond between siblings can be.”