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baelontargaryen · 6 months ago
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The winters are hard, but the Starks will endure. We always have.
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thenorthsource · 4 months ago
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Winterfell's Heart Tree
Then somehow he was back at Winterfell again, in the godswood looking down upon his father. […] "… let them grow up close as brothers, with only love between them," he prayed, "and let my lady wife find it in her heart to forgive …".
[…] Bran felt his eyes fill up with tears. But were they his own tears, or the weirwood's? If I cry, will the tree begin to weep?
The rest of his father's words were drowned out by a sudden clatter of wood on wood. Eddard Stark dissolved, like mist in a morning sun. Now two children danced across the godswood, hooting at one another as they dueled with broken branches. […]
After that the glimpses came faster and faster, till Bran was feeling lost and dizzy. [...] a woman heavy with child emerged naked and dripping from the black pool, knelt before the tree, and begged the old gods for a son who would avenge her. Then there came a brown-haired girl slender as a spear who stood on the tips of her toes to kiss the lips of a young knight as tall as Hodor. A dark-eyed youth, pale and fierce, sliced three branches off the weirwood and shaped them into arrows. [...] And now the lords Bran glimpsed were tall and hard, stern men in fur and chain mail. Some wore faces he remembered from the statues in the crypts, but they were gone before he could put a name to them.
Then, as he watched, a bearded man forced a captive down onto his knees before the heart tree. A white-haired woman stepped toward them through a drift of dark red leaves, a bronze sickle in her hand.
“No," said Bran, "no, don't," but they could not hear him, no more than his father had. [...] And through the mist of centuries the broken boy could only watch as the man's feet drummed against the earth … but as his life flowed out of him in a red tide, Brandon Stark could taste the blood.
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stormborns · 2 years ago
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GAME OF THRONES 1.09, Baelor
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thekenobee · 1 year ago
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alysannestargaryen · 6 years ago
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The man who passes the sentence should swing the sword.
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geraltcirilla · 6 years ago
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Gendry “fuck authority” Baratheon stickin’ it to the man.
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starkhousesource · 8 years ago
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jonsnows · 12 years ago
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A long time ago, she remembered her father saying that when the cold wind blows the lone wolf dies but the pack survives. He had it all backwards.
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hisgirlinthewhitedress · 8 years ago
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scrletw · 9 years ago
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1x01 || 6x10
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bellamyblak · 6 years ago
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Winterfell is Yours.
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jessicallange · 7 years ago
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get to know me meme - [2/5] male characters: Ned Stark (Game of Thrones)
A ruler who hides behind paid executioners soon forgets what death is.
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stormborns · 2 years ago
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GAME OF THRONES 1.09, Baelor
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sansaeris · 8 years ago
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gotdaily · 7 years ago
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When you play the game of thrones, you win or you die. There is no middle ground.
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achaes · 9 years ago
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game of thrones rewatch:  It was a dark, primal place, three acres of old forest untouched for ten thousand years as the gloomy castle rose around it. It smelled of moist earth and decay. No redwoods grew here. This was a wood of stubborn sentinel trees armored in grey-green needles, of mighty oaks, of ironwoods as old as the realm itself. Here thick black trunks crowded close together while twisted branches wove a dense canopy overhead and misshappen roots wrestled beneath the soil. This was a place of deep silence and brooding shadows, and the gods who lived here had no names. But she knew she would find her husband here tonight. Whenever he took a man’s life, afterward he would seek the quiet of the godswood.
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