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my one and only sansa opinion i think is that everyone within the story who has repeatedly told her that she's stupid and wrong to have dreams and want good things for herself, then made this 'naivety' out to be the reason for her victimisation by the selfish ambitions of men and women around her and the readers who interpret her character like this, are wrong. that is, i don't accept the premise of a young girl being punished for her innocence and idealism and said qualities being something that needs to be crushed to give birth to a more hardened mindset because the world is a cruel place etc. like that message might belong in a nihilistic series but asoiaf is not that. sansa to me, is a character defined by her idealism and that needs to be cherished. i don't want her to end the series as a skilled player of 'the game' or as a schemer or a stone cold competent manipulator or whatever, i want littlefinger to be proven wrong. when he told her yes, it's all lies and lies and lies (except for you and me of course!) and that she was wrong to dream of a better world. he was lying.

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@athasliath asked: ❛ i need you. please. i'll be quick. ❜ for sansa !

cheeks   are   fully   blushed   at   his   words,   how   hoarded   it   got   all   the   sudden   and   how   he   pleads   her.   a   maiden's   biggest   grace   was   their   virtue   and   while   he   is   not   asking   her   to   give   it   to   him,   he   is   regardless,   asking   her   to   experiment   with   him.   he   had   tasted   of   sea   and   salt   as   they   kissed   and   the   familiar   scent   of   the   woods   and   home   and   it   felt   delightful.   sansa   had   leaned   into   it,   even   when   his   body   pressed   against   her   own   and   his   legs   spread   hers   so   one   of   his   would   be   in   between   hers.  

she   was   almost   ashamed   at   how   good   it   all   felt.   "what   are   you   going   to   do?"   she   asks   half   worried,   his   hand   bundled   her   skirts   out   of   the   way   and   she   is   ashamed   at   the   wet   spot   on   her   smallclothes   that   he   can   now   see,   blue   eyes   shine   bright   at   him   in   turn.   "i   heard   of   something   lords   do   to   girls."

  would   he   do   that   to   her?   she   had   been   paying   attention   to   his   fingers   lately   too,   as   he   practiced   archery   and   she   wonder   about   them,   found   herself   blushing   at   the   thoughts   of   them   inside   her.   surely   that   would   not   ruin   her,   would   it?

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𝖒𝖊𝖒𝖊 𝖈𝖆𝖑𝖑, hit the heart for me to send you memes, let me know which muses of yours if you are a multi.

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𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐘 (𝟐𝟎𝟎𝟒) 𝐐𝐔𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒. all quotes and sentences were taken from the movie troy (2004). change locations, names and pronouns as you see fit. mentions of war and politics are included in this post.

 I'll tell you a secret. Something they don't teach you in your temple. The Gods envy us. They envy us because we're mortal, because any moment might be our last. 

Everything is more beautiful because we're doomed. You will never be lovelier than you are now.

If they ever tell my story let them say that I walked with giants.

Men rise and fall like the winter wheat, but these names will never die. 

Let them say I lived in the time of Hector, tamer of horses. Let them say I lived in the time of Achilles.

You gave me peace in a lifetime of war.

You're still my enemy in the morning.

You're still my enemy tonight. But even enemies can show respect.

I have endured what no one on earth has endured before. I kissed the hands of the man who killed my son.

I know my country better than the Greeks, I think.

 You are a brave man. I could have your head on a spit in the blink of an eye.

 Do you really think death frightens me now? I watched my eldest son die, watched you drag his body behind your chariot.

Give him back to me. He deserves a proper burial, you know that. Give him to me.

How many cousins have you killed? How many sons and fathers and brothers and husbands? How many, brave Achilles?

I knew your father, he died before his time. But he was lucky not to live long enough to see his son fall.

War is young men dying and old men talking. You know this. Ignore the politics.

My brothers of the sword! I would rather fight beside you than any army of thousands! Let no man forget how menacing we are.

Do you know what's waiting beyond that beach? Immortality! Take it! It's yours!

 I chose nothing. I was born and this is what I am.

Imagine a king who fights his own battles. Wouldn't that be a sight?

Of all the warlords loved by the gods, I hate him the most.

Will strangers hear our names long after we are gone, and wonder who we were, how bravely we fought, how fiercely we loved?

Men are haunted by the vastness of eternity.

You say you're willing to die for love but you know nothing about dying and you know nothing about love!

Go home, prince. Drink some wine, make love to your wife. Tomorrow, we'll have our war.

Perhaps your brother can comfort them. I hear he's good at charming other men's wives.

You speak of war as if it's a game.

But how many wives wait at Troy's gates for husbands they'll never see again?

If you go to Troy, glory will be yours. 

And the world will remember your name. But if you go to Troy, you will never come back... for your glory walks hand-in-hand with your doom. And I shall never see you again.

 They say your mother was an immortal godess. They say you can't be killed.

You have your swords. I have my tricks. We play with the toys the gods give us.

All my life I've lived by a code and the code is simple: honor the gods, love your woman and defend your country.

Troy is mother to us all. Fight for her!

There are no pacts between lions and men.

Aren't you afraid?

 Everyone dies, whether today or fifty years from now.

If I don't, you'll kill more men.

At night I see their faces. All the men I've killed. They're standing there on the far bank of the river Styx. They're waiting for me. They say, 'Welcome, brother'.

Last time you spoke to me like this, you were 10 years old and you'd just stolen Father's horse. What have you done now?

Do you love me, brother? Will you protect me from any enemy?

Well, then your men did. The sun god will have his vengeance.

His priests are dead, and his acolyte's a captive. i think your god is afraid of me.

Afraid? Apollo is master of the sun, he fears nothing.

I know more about the gods than your priests. I've seen them.

You're royalty, aren't you? Spent years talking down to men.

You must be royalty. What's your name? Even the servants of Apollo have names.

 What do you want here in Troy? You didn't come for the Spartan queen.

Why kill you now, Prince of Troy, with no-one here to see you fall?

You should not have come here tonight.

That's what you said last night?

Last night was a mistake.

I have made many mistakes this week.

Of all the kings of Greece, I respect you most. But in this war you're a servant. And I refuse to be a servant any longer.

Sometimes you need to serve in order to lead. I hope you understand that one day.

Prince Hector, is he as good a warrior as they say?

You come here uninvited. Go back to your ships and go home.

The sun was shining when your wife left you.

She's up there, watching, isn't she? Good. I want her to watch you die.

And I've seen the limits of your mercy and I tell you now, no son of Troy will ever submit to a foreign ruler.

Trojan soldiers died protecting you. Perhaps they deserve more than your pity.

Pearls from the sea of Propontus.

Am I still your captive?

I have heard rumors of your beauty. And for once, the gossip is right.

Soldiers of Troy! You men are warriors! To lead you has been my honor!

Hector fights for his country! Achilles fights only for himself!

You were brave to fight them. You have courage.

To fight back when I'm attacked? A dog has that kind of courage.

It's no insult to say a dead man is dead.

I can't ask anyone to fight for me. I'm no longer queen of Sparta.

You're a princess of Troy now. And my brother needs you tonight.

Menelaus was a brave man. He fought for honor. And every day I was with him, I wanted to walk into the sea and drown.

I almost lost this war because of your little romance.

I want to see him grow tall. I want to see all the girls chasing after him.

Well, of course you do, she's a beautiful woman.

Then I'll make it easy for him to find me. I'll walk right up to him and tell him you're mine.

May the gods keep the wolves in the fields and the women in our beds.

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❦ heart this post for a starter from sansa. if you want a specific verse in mind, do let me know and if you are a multimuse, please narrow down your muses so i can pick and choose.

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@lannisther asked: ❝ Women like us do not get to choose, little dove. ❞

It   does   not   seem   fair   and   her   face   reflects   it.   The   queen   seems   rather   stoic   today,   more   wine   on   the   room   than   other   times   and   she   knows   well   why.   Myrcella   is   to   return   to   King's   Landing   but   everyone   knew   she   comes   with   scars,   and   the   betrothal   to   Trystane   remains,   so   in   the   eyes   of   Cersei,   Myrcella   is   not   yet   safe.   She   would   be   safer   in   Dorne,   she   thinks.  

"If   we   could   choose,   you   could've   married   Prince   Rhaegar."   Sansa   speaks   as   she   stares   back   for   a   moment,   swallowing   back   before   looking   back.   "Father   often   said   your   father   wished   for   the   match   but   Rhaegar   chose   Elia   instead."

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❝ Beautiful, smart, and graceful beyond all means. You are truly a princess in every regard. ❞ ( @aeg3n )

Sansa   no   longer   fell   for   the   charm   of   handsome   men   and   the   way   they   could   use   words   as   weapons.   And   yet,   there   is   a   string   of   honesty   in   his   words   that   cause   her   to   smile   in   turn,   a   nod   of   her   head   at   the   compliment.   "I   hope   you   compliment   my   wits   and   brains   when   you   discover   them   too,   Your   Grace."   Sansa   jest,   turning   to   keep   on   walking,   long   red   hair   falling   on   her   sides.   "I   do   wonder   though,   what   are   you   gaining   with   these   compliments?   I   know   well   what   your   Hand   wants."  

Connington   wants   the   North   and   the   Riverlands   support   and   perhaps   make   every   territory   Robb   won   go   back   as   it   were   for   his   prince   but   the   Princess   is   going   to   keep   everything   as   it   is,   Jon   made   it   clear.   "Be   clear   with   me   and   I   will   do   the   same.   I   am   here   as   my   brother's   ambassador   and   envoy."   And   as   she   turns,   her   hand   place   deliberately   on   his   chest,   her   smile   remains.   "So   speak   clearly."

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Despite   the   politics   of   all,   Sansa   finds   herself   sighing   at   the   thought   of   being   able   to   pick   her   own   husband   after   everything.   What   a   thing   that   would   be,   to   not   have   the   weight   being   bargain   for   peace,   though   she   might   dangle   it   if   she   needs   it.   That's   what   war   does   to   people,   but   her   brother   by   her   side,   she   feels   like   she   can   finally   breathe   again.   "I   was   never   close   to   him   growing   up.   But   even   a   fool   would   see   he   would   break   all   the   oaths   if   that   meant   being   reunited   with   you."   Specially   if   it   came   from   him.   "And   who   are   the   Night   Watch   to   refuse   their   King   now?"   Robb   is   King   of   the   North   and   that   includes   the   wall   itself,   if   he   demands   Jon   Snow   then   Jon   Snow   will   be   returned   to   them   and   home   might   feel   a   little   less   empty   now.  

"I   think   father   would   be   proud   yes.   And   it   was   not   you   who   declared   it   but   your   lords.   The   North   is   nothing   without   it's   people,   and   some   give   sound   arguments."   They   pledged   themselves   to   the   dragons   and   dragons   are   now   gone,   and   those   on   the   throne   had   offered   nothing   but   pain   to   them   and   betrayed   the   Starks,   who   had   always   been   at   their   sides   when   the   time   for   war   called   for   it.   She   leans   to   take   his   hand   on   her   own   and   smile   back   at   her   brother.  

No   longer   a   boy,   isn't   he?   Just   like   she   is   no   longer   a   little   girl   who   dreams   of   knights.   "The   North   was   always   independent   in   his   own   way.   Robert   Baratheon   allowed   father   to   rule   it   as   he   saw   fit.   This   might   had   come   eventually.   And   I   could   not   think   of   a   better   fit   of   King   than   you."

"Better? No," Robb admitted. He could offer the Lord no better a match than the Princess of Winterfell. "But I care little about his happiness. He will be wed to a good house, and he will earn the respect of the North and his king. That will be enough. It will have to be. We should not underestimate the worth of your hand. When the time comes, if you should see fit, you should pick your own husband." It was what his father would do, Robb thought. At least, he hoped so. All this long war, he had done the best he could to honor his father's legacy and to care for the family he still had left, but his priorities had been tested when his lords had placed a crown upon his head. The guilt would not soon leave him for how long he had left his sister in the Lannister's clutches, but he had seen no way around it, no way to free her without forfeiting the war and the North's liberty in the process. The least he could do was allow her to use her freedom now as she saw fit.

"I do not know if he will consent to break his oath, but I hope that he does," he admitted. It was only Sansa with him here now--no lords or squires to overhear--so he might as well speak plainly. He had told their mother as much: if he had it his way and Jon consented to return to the North, Robb would sound 100 prisoners in his stead and have the Night's Watch release him of his oath. When Jon returned, Robb would legitimize him, let his name, finally, be Stark and not Snow. He nodded his agreement and allowed himself a small smile. "He will be glad to hear from you, I'm sure." Robb could not remember Jon and Sansa ever getting along in their youth, but so much had changed now. Robb was just as desperate as she for them all to be together again, to never go South again.

His back aching from hours spent bent over the war table, Robb sunk into the chair behind it and rested his elbows against the worn wood. Finally, the tension left his shoulders, and the cold, controlled face of the king melted away, replaced with the smiling boy that was her brother. "Do you think father would have approved?" he wondered aloud. "He could have declared himself king after the rebellion against the Mad King, but he did not. Now his son is calling himself the King in the North. Maybe I'm the one that's mad." He huffed out a wry laugh. He may have gotten older, may have won battles and led armies, but Robb was still, after all this time, seeking their father's approval, terrified of letting down Eddard Stark.

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𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐔𝐀𝐋 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐄𝐗𝐔𝐀𝐋 𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐐𝐔𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒.

All these quotes are taken from different works of fiction and depict sensual, sexual tension between two people in different scenarios. There are some that are suggestive while others are more detail so this meme is nsft and usft, please tag accordingly. Mentions of jealousy, possessiveness, sex, fantasies are all here. Change pronouns, names, locations as you see fit.

I knew the first moment I saw him that it was going to be raw, it was going to be ugly, and I was going to enjoy every damn minute of it.

You're still looking.

You make it hard to look away.

I'm over here keeping my hands and memories to myself because you asked me to, that’s not fair.

If you'd just man up and admit there's something between us, I would strip down to my skin so you could see every single inch of me.

How long are you going to make me wait?

How awfully presumptuous of you to think I'd let you.

You missed my arrogance almost as much as I missed your impudence, little one.

You said not to fall for you. Did you change your mind?

We both needed to blow off some steam, and we did, right?

They say the colour of a lady’s lips is an exact match to another region on the body?

You're too soft.

Can we go back to making out now?

You sound jealous.

Then tell me this is what you truly want. Swear you want this more than anything else and I'll never mention it again.

If you want me to play the bawd, at least give me the benefit of your advice.

Tell me how it's done. Do you think she'd like it if I came to her like this, if I looked deeply in to her eyes?

And then like this? Is this how I ought to seduce her?

You're wet, aren't you?

You drove me mad.

She asked me not to be gentle with her, either,I would have been gentle with you, though.

I would have had you moaning my name throughout it all. And I would have taken a very, very long time, Feyre.

I'm all yours to look at, you know.

You need to let me go, darling, before we start something I intend to finish.

Feel free to touch, darling. It's all yours.

. . .I hate you.

Say it again.

Grind it. Nice and fine.

I gave him a few smiles and he handed over a family heirloom. I bet he'd give me the keys to his territory if I showed up wearing those undergarments.

Why shouldn't I? You seem to have difficulty not staring at me day and night.

Am I supposed to deny, that I find you attractive?

Is that a challenge, Feyre?

Do you think it's fair that you have seen every inch of me, and I have seen none of you?

Move with me now.

Touch me anywhere you please.

I want you to make love to me.

Do you know what that truly means?

You do know? You know that I will be inside you and that I will move inside you, until we are both mad from pleasure?

I want you inside me.

You have three minutes to get ready now.

I did dream about you. I didn’t want to, but I did.

What was I doing in your dreams?

Someone is watching us through the window.

All the more reason to put on a good show.

You're not in a position to make demands.

The best things are found in the most secret places.

And you are a beautiful, sexy temptress who is about to be fucked by a man who wants her so desperately he's willing to do anything to have her.

When I'm with a woman, it's not me doing the begging.

You're rubbing yourself all over me. What did you think was going to happen?

I thought you were all about self-control.

I remember how powerful those thighs are.

You are more beautiful than I imagined.

And your skin... Christ, it shimmers like gold.

I'm naked underneath.

Tell me----did it get you off knowing I was watching?

I want to take you under the moonlight.

Please, don’t stop.

Oh, so I shouldn’t? That would be cruel of me, wouldn’t it?

I am the cruelest man you will ever meet, but, I will make you feel so good, you will not care.

I’ve never been with a man before.

You do bad things to me, Carrie. Very bad things.

And you, Miss, are no lady.

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"Better   than   the   princess   of   the   North?   Bold.   But   perhaps   we   should   wait,   yes.   Myranda   Royce   had   been   dying   to   get   him   to   wed   her   but   he   is   relentless."   Perhaps   she   could   help   Myranda,   aware   that   the   Royce   keep   to   the   old   ways   and   had   been   in   favor   of   helping   the   Starks   before   her   aunt   had   forbid   them   to   do   so.   She   will   have   to   write   to   the   Vale   under   her   previous   alias   but   alas,   that   could   help   shape   a   plan   for   them.  

"You   know   he   will   leave   the   Night's   Watch   if   you   tell   him   to.   Leave   a   few   lines   so   I   can   write   him   too."   And   if   Arya   was   here,   he   would   waste   no   time,   for   they   all   know   that   he   loved   Arya   the   most   out   of   his   sisters.   Regardless,   it   would   be   good   to   hear   from   Jon,   someone   she   had   thought   so   little   to   now   regard   him   as   a   brother,   properly,   not   in   the   way   she   often   dismissed   him.   Sansa   smiles   in   turn,   a   laughter   but   the   idea   does   not   mind   her   one   bit.

  "If   that's   what   you   wish.   Mother   was   in   your   council   too.   I   would   not   mind   guiding   you   through   the   politics   I   learned."   Against   her   will   but   it   is   valuable   price   to   have   in   their   hands.   Sansa   breathes   in   and   dreams   of   home,   of   Winterfell.   "Once   we   are   there.   Never   let   me   leave   again.   The   southest   I   will   ever   go   will   be   within   your   new   borders."   

"Oh, I do not doubt it," Robb said scathingly. "He listens and he waits. Any news that he gives is that which will benefit him in turn." But that did not mean that Littlefinger was incorrect. Whether or not he had come across his information justly was not relevant to its trustworthiness. Robb simply hated to think of his sister alone in that pit of vipers, how long she had had to survive under the Lannister's paw, how many unsavory allies she had been forced to make while she waited for him to march on King's Landing and take Joffrey's head. "Yes," Robb agreed. She could do worse; Joffrey had proven that, and he had been the king--meant to be the best match in all the Seven Kingdoms. The title hadn't stopped him from being a right prick. Even when they'd only just first met, Robb had despised him, but he had thought of him then as a spoiled brat; he could not have imagined just how evil he would turn out to be.

"But you could also marry better. There is a way to finish this war that does not involve tying you to the Vale for the rest of your life. I know it." Robb tapped his fingers against the map, looking at the many wooden figures across it. She was right, of course, but that did not make him feel any better about it all. "We will wait until there is a match you desire. There is more that I can offer Hardyng. A knighting for any future son. Gold and titles. Something." He would have to think on it.

He looked up as she continued. He had learned in this war to take into consideration all consultation. His bannermen, his allies, and most importantly his family. "Aye, you're right," he agreed. "I will write to Jon first thing in the morning." He missed Jon. It had been many long years now since he'd seen his brother, but there was a part of him that wondered if Jon felt the same. To be a Brother of the Night's Watch meant to swear off all previous family; Jon had other brothers now, and--from the sound of it--his own troubles. "It will be good to hear from him in any case."

As Sansa reached for his hand, Robb allowed himself to take a deep breath. This war would not be ended tonight, but it was a start. "I should add you to my war council," he said with a small smirk. "Perhaps you ought to be Hand of the King." The Northern kings did not have such a thing, but there also hadn't been a Northern king at all for centuries anyway. "We will," he promised her. "We will go home. We are close. It is almost over."

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❦ heart this post for a starter from sansa. @dcviline ft. theon.

"I   can't   talk   for   everyone   here,   Theon.   You   had   done   as   much   as   damage   to   our   family   as   you   had   made   amends."   And   he   suffered   for   it,   one   could   only   need   to   look   at   him   to   know   that   life   has   not   been   kind   to   him.   Sansa   reaches   for   him,   a   hand   taking   on   his   shaky   one   to   provide   some   support.   He   barely   leaves   Jeyne's   side   but   she   told   her   it   was   fine   for   her   to   approach.  

"You   brought   my   best   friend   back   to   me,   and   for   that   I   am   thankful.   You   brought   the   truth   of   the   Boltons   and   how   they   were   faking   having   my   sister.   You   don't   need   my   forgiveness."   Sansa   finalizes   in   turn,   tully   eyes   looking   at   the   young   man   before   her.   He   looks   so   much   older   now   but   his   old   black   hair   seem   to   be   growing   back,   giving   him   some   wisdom   under   the   eyes.   "Your   actions   speak   louder.   So   keep   speaking."

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"He   schemes   and   lies   and   plots.   But   some   of   his   words   make   sense,   Robb."   She   had   no   desire   to   say   Littlefinger   was   right   about   anything   but   if   the   Freys   won't   do   their   due   deligance,   then   they   need   to   find   a   proper   passage   toward   this   war.   Sansa   rolls   her   eyes,   taking   a   seat   on   the   table   as   eyes   fixate   on   the   map   before   them,   the   Vale   before   her   with   The   Knights   of   the   Vale   waiting   to   be   put   on   the   table.   "He   is   as   petulant   as   Joffrey.   Pampered   and   spoiled.   But   I   could   do   worse.   And   we   do   need   him."   And   the   forces   he   brings   now   that   he   basically   is   the   heir   to   all   of   the   Vale   and   Robin   was   but   a   child.   She   could   do   worse   in   marriage   than   Harrold   Hardyng,   after   Joffrey,   any   man   was   a   knight.  

"The   Free   Folk   are   already   crossing   to   this   side   of   the   Wall.   Jon   is   allowing   them   passage.   If   they   are   coming   here,   something   is   pushing   them   this   way.   Jon   is   smarter   than   I   thought   once."   To   think   she   would   always   call   him   a   bastard.   Baelish   had   said   that   Jon   was   at   the   Wall   with   Stannis,   making   new   houses,   marrying   free   folk   to   northern   or   stormlanders,   a   clever   plan,   cannot   deny   passage   to   houses   founded   on   northern   soil.   "Just   send   a   raven.   If   anything,   you   and   Jon   will   be   reunited."   And   she   misses   seeing   them   together.  

She   always   found   it   so   annoying,   how   he,   Jon   and   Theon   pranced   around   Winterfell,   taking   after   her   mother,   that   Robb   hanged   around   a   bastard   and   a   ward.   Foolish   girl   she   was.   "I   learned   to   listen.   And   to   surprise   a   man   like   Tywin   and   Cersei   Lannister,   we   have   to   think   outside   the   box."   She   relaxes   for   a   moment,   reaching   her   hand   toward   his   own,   comfort   from   sister   to   brother.   "For   the   first   time   in   a   while,   I   feel   we   might   win   this   and   go   home."

Robb was skilled in battle strategy and war had taught him much, but he was less practiced in the ways of court, in trades of marriage and name. It was something his father had not prepared him for, hesitant as Eddard had been himself to marry off his daughters. But Robb had rushed into unsavory terms before. Robb himself was promised to a Frey girl, Arya to one of the Frey sons; neither marriage pact had been particularly advantageous, but perhaps Sansa's could do them more good than simply buy him passage across a bridge. He had lost the Karstarks when he'd killed their Lord--branding himself kinslayer in the process--and he needed more men to finish this war. Their Aunt had not have supported their cause, but Harrold Hardyng might.

"You've spoken often with Lord Baelish, it seems." The disapproval was clear in his tone--he did not trust the man--and yet his advice, if true, was valuable. With a sigh, Robb took a seat behind the war table. A map covered every inch of it, small figures placed throughout to represent each house's sigils and movements. "Do you want to marry Harrold Hardyng?" At the end of the day, the question should have mattered little. Marriages, he'd been told time and time again, were not about want; they were about duty, about strategy, but he had already promised one sister away, and what a reunion that would be if he ever did find Arya--the knowledge that she was to live the rest of her days at the Twins when he knew very well there was nothing she'd like less in the world. He finally had one member of his family back, and he hated the idea of trading her off like cattle.

"If I allow the Wildlings to fight for a sovereign North, I will also need to allow them into the North. My bannermen will string me up by my feet before they allow that." The freefolk had been kept beyond the wall for generations. As king, Robb already had several unpopular decisions under his belt, and the crown on his head had never felt so precarious; how much more would his bannermen allow before they took that crown and struck him down? Would it be worth the risk?

Robb glared at the map for another moment before looking up. His expression softened as he met his sister's eyes. "You've become quite the strategist."

[rodulv]

𝐌𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐄𝐕𝐀𝐋 𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐒.

@daecaerys asked: I do not understand the appeal of this.

"Well,   one   can   do   a   tournament   for   many   reasons.   Your   brother   Viserys   had   a   tournament   in   his   honor   when   he   was   born   I   believe."   Or   so   her   father   said,   and   certainly,   if   the   rebellion   hadn't   started,   there   would've   been   a   tournament   for   the   princess,   now   a   queen   of   dragons   beside   her.   Bright   and   smart,   Sansa   wonders   why   her   advisors   hadn't   explained   more   of   how   Westerosi   culture   works.   "Sometimes   it's   for   a   lord   to   find   the   best   knights   and   have   them   as   their   guards.   Other   times,   for   birthdays   and   others   simply   to   find   a   suitor   for   a   daughter   or   a   son.   In   this   case,   it's   a   good   way   for   the   highlords   and   smallfolk   to   see   you."   Sansa   explains   with   ease,   she   had   made   her   favor,   though   she   thinks   it   unlikely   that   a   man   will   ask   for   her   favor   after   everything   that   had   passed   on.  

Regardless,   it's   tradition.   The   last   time   she   saw   a   tournament   she   had   been   in   the   Vale   under   a   different   name,   in   hiding.   It   felt   good   to   be   seen   as   a   Stark   once   more.   "To   them,   you   are   a   stranger   who   came   with   dragons   from   abroad.   Despite   being   born   here,   of   course.   This   is   to   prove   to   them,   that   you   are   no   Aegon   the   Conqueror.   And   that   you   can   find   fun   in   our   traditions."   Tournaments   are   not   that   fun,   knights   do   get   hurt   but   there   are   balls   and   courtly   love   and   a   part   of   Sansa   still   longs   for   those   days.  

"A   knight   will   approach   a   lady   and   ask   for   their   favor.   Upon   winning   all   matches,   the   knight   gets   to   name   his   queen   of   love   and   beauty."   Her   aunt   had   been   one,   shame   it   started   a   war.   But   she   has   to   remember,   this   is   not   the   past.   She   hands   a   favor   with   the   Targaryen   colors   to   the   Queen,   silks   and   dragon   details   around   veins   of   weirwood   tree.   "One   certainly   will   ask   for   yours,   so   you   must   give   them   this."

[rodulv]

𝐌𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐄𝐕𝐀𝐋 𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐒.

All of these sentences are mostly taking by my own mind and i'm not joking. It was hard finding material quotes regarding tournaments in historical or fantasy setting. Some are from shows or media but eighty percent is all from my own mind, please give credit if use these. Change pronouns, names, locations as you see fit. All of these involve the medieval event of a tournament and what happens around them.

I fear I am already bending far too many rules just by taking you, my young princess.

Show me your hands, you will have blisters soon.

Lady Eglantine doesn’t believe in love, only lust.

In the world of competition, only the strongest shall prevail.

A true champion is not defined by their victories, but by the obstacles they've overcome.

Victory is sweetest when it's earned through sweat, hard work, and determination.

Will you not participate in the tourney, my lord? 

May I have the honor of wearing your favor today, my lady?

Good luck to you, my Prince.

The tournament is not just a test of skill, but a test of character as well.

Is it always this bloody? Will those poor men die? Someone must see them.

I want him to wear my favor.  Only him. 

If he wins, the knight has the right to name his Queen of Love and Beauty. And at the feast, they shall dance.

Be careful. A tourney is a grand place for courtly love, but also, for blood to rise and affairs to appear.

Call me what you like, say I'm without honor, I don't care. I'm not getting on any more horses to whack you people with a stick.

Kings may be chosen by God, but they still make the mistakes of men.

When even those who rule can sink this low, it is not possible to change anything.

It's my lucky charm, be sure to bring it back to me.

My favorite blue ribbon. Take it.

It will bring you good fortune and you will return from joust unharmed.

I was hoping to ask for the Princess's favor.

How about a kiss, for luck?

Courtly love was the culture around the performance of love at court.

And now, rather than admit these feelings, you're dancing around one another with this mind-numbing and frankly boorish mating ritual.

The knights take on the duties of shadows with pride.

Whoever wins the tournament, shall become the prince/princess’ new betrothed.

You want to marry my daughter? Prove yourself worthy.

Petyr survived only because I begged Brandon not to kill him.

When Petyr heard of my engagement, he challenged Brandon to a duel. 

You do qualify to marry my daughter.

What matters most is who she will give her favor to. 

Her face is one that can create dynasties or crumble empires.

I was hoping for a word before you rode on the tourney, my Prince. 

My brother is the one competing against you, please be gentle with him.

The games are done for the day, please, feast and drink as you wish. 

You have been staring all day, my lord. I was beginning to wonder if I had something in my face.

Any damsel that's in distress - she'll be out of that dress when she meets Jim West.

Great men do not seek power... they have power thrust upon them.

My daughter seems. . .infatuated with you. I have yet to see why.

The princess is naive and thinks any man who is kind means well. A tournament will only show her the reality of life.

You honor the arena with your combat. May your swords and shield preserve the peace.

In the songs all knights are gallant, all maids are beautiful, and the sun is always shining.

I will be brave for Princess Pea.

As a squire, your first duty is to your knight’s armor. Your knight’s armor is more important than your own life. 

You will be knighted and you will have earned your knighthood.

You are hurt. At least let me tend to your wound.

The men laugh and fight and the ladies search for husbands.

Nothing like a good tournament to find a husband, or a companion for the night. 

Rumors are always spread with ease in these.

Can I have your daughter for the rest of my life?

You say I'll never get your blessing till the day I die.

We're married now, but we still haven't told your dad. This is the right time.

Are you promised to someone?

My sister's getting married. It's a love match. A rare thing. I’m not so lucky. My husband is to be chosen by who can hold a sword the longer.

Why can’t women participate in the games?

There are games for the ladies, Your Grace. But they are less. . .gruesome. And of course, the dancing.

Princes and Princess all over the realm and across the sea are coming for this event. You must shine brighter.

Let me help you with your armor. It appears loose.

As I promised, I return your favor to you, my lady. 

The Prince never loses a joust. He will crown his queen and then all will be well.

I do not understand the appeal of this. 

I spend days making these favors, let me stay a little longer.

My lady, I do not need your favor to win, but perhaps, a kiss of good faith. 

I do not care who wins these games, your hand is already arranged for another.

Men are scoundrel, specially when blood runs hot after a good battle, stray away from them.

These games are done in honor of the king’s heir.

The lord’s daughter is said to have bloomed, and the man chooses to announce it like this. 

A tournament is for men to boost their strength, fathers sell their daughters like mares and for affairs to happen.

I saw you on the stands today, my lord. But you did not participate on the games.

My brother wishes to dance with you, my lady. He is all too shy to ask himself.

You were injured. Have you allowed someone to heal them or are you too stubborn to let them?

Princess, you must not stray too far away. 

Mother is too drunk and annoyed to care, she won’t mind. 

[rodulv]

𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐎𝐘𝐀𝐋 𝐁𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒 𝐐𝐔𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒.

All sentences on these meme make references to royal balls, medieval ballrooms or regency, basically set during any period drama. You can change names, pronouns, titles and more as you see fit. Most of these were taken from different source materials found via google search. This meme makes references to masquerades, royal dances and partners.

Dancing, at its best, is independence and intimacy in balance.

Dance is the timeless interpretation of life.

Music does not need language of words for it has movements of dance to do its translation.

Masks reveal. They don’t conceal. Masks reveal your cravings, your passion, your deepest most secret desires.

It was you. I know it was you.

Look at me, Kia! Look me in the eye and tell me you’re not her.

And who shall you be once you don your grand disguise?

I don't like to hear you talk about yourself that way. Your scars do not define you, young lady. Your action do.

All the ladies must dress the same and the men have to find their partners. It’s a game of sorts. 

Even the smallfolk have their own version of the ball, at the steps of the castle.

Swoon, Dora. Every young woman deserves to swoon over the love of her life.

Dash it, Everton, how'd you know it was me?

A masquerade could have been a beautiful dance. 

 Oh, well. What's a royal ball? After all, I suppose it would be frightfully dull, and-and-and boring, and-and completely... Completely wonderful.

Each finds a partner, and upon the bell, we must change partner until we find the one we came to be. . .or the one we desire.

It has been a while since you gave me the honor to dance with you.

If the princess is not too occupied, I would wish for a dance, perhaps?

The Queen and King have to open the ball but the King is gone. No mind, I shall be in his place.

Sometimes in life confusion tends to arise and only dialogue of dance seems to make sense.

If we want our men to dance, we have to inspire them. 

 But with something more, something bigger, something that will give them a reason to want to dance.

But when balls are held for pleasure, They're the balls that I like best.

Will you be my princess for the Ball?

Keeping pushing, Andrei, and you and I are going to play a game.

Nothing like a ball to cheer a nation, give the old lords wine and the young boys the opportunity to find a nice woman and everyone shows up.

Where are you taking me? The ball hasn’t ended.

Royals is like a beautiful, broken angel: hard to look at, but utterly impossible to turn away from.

Attend the royal ball in all your glory and find out what fate has in store for you.

How many dances is one allowed before people begin to whisper?

You cannot behave like a brute. It is my duty to dance with every suitor. I am their princess.

I do not recognize you, my lord? Are you from these lands? 

It is bad luck to steal a princess.

Attend the royal ball in all your glory and find out what fate has in store for you.

There is nothing quite like dancing in the moonlight. It sets your soul on fire and your heart aflutter.

The beauty of a ball is not just in its grandeur, but in the connections it sparks, the emotions it stirs, and the hopes it ignites.

Just keep your eyes on me. No one else here matters.

I shall keep dancing with you until you stop being stubborn and go speak with me. Or you rather have people whisper?

The princess looks beautiful tonight, does she not?

Father, please, you must dance as well. Your dull looks are making people bored.

You promised me a dance when you were better. Are you?

I've loved you at every dance, on every walk, every time we've been together and every time we've been apart.

I can feel people's eyes on me.

Every time I walk into a ballroom, I know they are comparing me to Daphne.

You both get to choose your passions and adventures, while my beloved is chosen by me. And now I must join them for a dance.

Are you planning on running away when the clock strikes midnight? 

If you do wish to go away, I know a spot, secluded enough.

You wish for me to go with you, alone, unchaperoned. I am a maiden, my lord. 

Aye, but I am no lord, sweet maiden. And these masks allow us some privacy.

This is my last chance to find a match on my own accord. If I don’t. The King will do it for me and I would rather not.

 I'm only a girl, not a princess.

Believe me - they're all looking at you.

 They're all looking at you.

You are requested and required to present yourself to your king.

 I do not even know if that beautiful slipper will fit But, if it does--will you take me as I am?

 It would be an insult to take you to the palace dressed in these old rags.

How charming, how perfectly charming.

When I go back, they will try to pair me off with a lady of their choosing. I'm expected to marry for advantage.

Oh. Well, whose advantage would this marriage be of?

I hope you don't find our kingdom too confining.

I am. An apprentice monarch. Still learning my trade.

Our prince seems quite taken with her.

She went straight for him. You have to appreciate her efficiency.

Walk into the room knowing you are the best. Shoulders back, chin up. Their attitudes will totally change.

You dance love, and you dance joy, and you dance dreams.

The ball is about to come to an end, and you have yet not told me your name. 

I thought we agreed we would remain strangers.

I’m afraid my true identity would put you in danger. 

Have you ever been kissed by a stranger at the end of a ball? If not, let me be the first.

Put him on all the invitation lists, he's a divine dancer.

I’m afraid I’m more used to swordfight than ballroom.

You will ruin your pretty gown, princess. I would not wish to step on your toes.

 Silly, I am a great dancer, no one ever steps on my toes.

No. Let them dance. Interrupting would cause a scandal.

One of these men will be my husband one day. What a thought.

The art of husband seeking at it’s peak, during royal ball season. 

Maiden beware, a gentleman can become a beast when the bell strikes.

[rodulv]

"But   I   am   no   longer   the   girl   who   went   to   King's   Landing,   Robb.   Neither   are   you   the   boy   left   in   Winterfell."   He   had   a   title   now,   a   crown,   and   by   extension,   she   had   one   of   her   own.   He   grew   amidst   war,   she   grew   up   in   a   court   of   snakes   to   learn   how   to   properly   survive.   She   listens,   and   she   has   alternatives,   neither   that   her   brother   or   her   mother   might   like   but   if   she   learned   something,   is   that   arrangements   can   gain   you   an   army   in   turn.   "The   Knights   of   the   Vale   will   come   to   your   call   if   I   marry   Harrold   Hardyng.   Lord   Baelish   said   as   such,   without   Aunt   Lyssa,   many   support   your   cause   but   our   Aunt   refuse   them   to   let   them   help."  

But   Aunt   Lyssa   is   dead   now   and   they   could   have   the   Knights   on   their   hands.   He   could   gain   more   armies   besides   the   rivermen   and   the   northmen.   Proper   knights   trained   for   this   purpose.   "He   also   said   Jon   has   earned   the   loyalty   of   the   freefolk.   They   will   fight   for   him,   with   him.   Send   him   a   raven   at   least."   She   wants   home,   desperate   for   it.  

Desperate   for   snow   and   wolves   and   the   Godswood,   she   would   kneel   there   and   pray   for   gratitude   for   being   alive   with   her   family.   "They   might   not   seem   like   it,   but   the   Lannisters   are   afraid,   Robb.   You   gained   much   territory   and   they   are   feeling   cornered.   They   took   the   Tyrells   because   they   are   one   of   the   few   between   you   and   them."

Grey Wind leaned into Sansa's touch, his furry nose nuzzling against her soft palm. Robb watched the two of them for a moment, the slightest of smiles threatening to overtake him. But he did not smile much these days--there had not been much reason to. He had always been a happy child, happy to play pranks with his siblings, to teach them games, and run free through the woods. Now, he was up against a wall, facing an impossible choice. But he had Sansa back, and this reunion, watching her side by side with Grey Wind, knowing their mother was in the other room, that at least a small part of their family was back together--that meant more than any victory in battle. But his bannermen were unlikely to see it the same way.

"I will always worry about you. I'm your brother. It is my duty to worry about you." And now that he had her back, he had to figure out how best to keep her safe, but even their home was dangerous territory now, overrun with the Iron Born. "If we go North, my men will never ride into battle again. If I take them North now, and they arrive home, safe and comfortable in their beds with their families--" Robb paused, tongue between his teeth, his eyes falling to a spot in the distance, though he saw none of it. He was thinking of Winterfell, of their home. It was all he wanted, all he'd wanted for so long now, so many long years in this endless war. "--they will never ride South again. We will lose everything we've fought for."