The first time Gendry hears the whispered voices saying, “Winter is coming,” he thinks it odd such a Northern phrase would be repeated so far South. But then the stories come, of the She-Wolf, a warrior who is said to ride into battle with a fearsome direwolf at her side. He knows, even before he’s told, that it’s Arya, fighting for her sister, the new Queen in the North.
When he finds her, at the Battle of the Twins, he’s transfixed by the sight of her. He understands then, exactly why they’re whispering the Stark words so far South, because she is the fury of winter come to life, the true vengeance of the North. She is beautiful and deadly and he knows the instant she throws her arms around him, there’s nothing that could ever separate him from her again.
Valar Morghulis. Yes, all men must die.
Game of butts
Once I marry Joffrey, I’ll be Queen. And if you were to marry Loras…Oh! Your place would be at Highgarden wouldn’t it?
#sansa’s expression breaks my goddamn heart in this scene #she has watched her father die, suffered physical and emotional abuse, and all the while she’s been kept against her will in king’s landing #and then margaery comes along #margaery is the kind of girl sansa has always wanted to be #kind and intelligent and beautiful and loved by everyone #and now sansa is nothing but a shadow #and margaery is the only person who she can talk to truthfully #the only person she can be herself in front of #and now this person is offering her the world #and sansa #poor sansa #has been manipulated and lied to by everyone around her #her first instinct should be panic or suspicion or skepticism #but no #for the first time in a very long time sansa is hopeful #and she’s trying so hard not to break down in front of margaery #she cannot break down, will not break down #because she is a fucking stark of winterfell #but for that one moment you can see her heart swelling #and simultaneously hear me sobbing in the background
Can someone please give that girl all the acting awards bc honestly she is just killing it as Sansa.
…they had taken his sword hand, and without it he was nothing. The other was no good to him. Since the time he could walk, his left arm had been his shield arm, no more. It was his right hand that made him a knight; his right arm that made him a man.