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Jeyne Westerling from the “A Song of Ice and Fire” series.

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     The relief of it, of his words and his arm in guidance and protection       about her shoulders, the relief of it is so heavy that it nearly hurts.       The moment she had known, was sure, that Robb’s child lived inside      of her, every ounce of courage she had never had, it bared its teeth      and flexed its paws and helped her to run. 

     They would not have been safe, not as long as her mother and her        mother’s herbs and any Lannister at all existed. They would come for       her, for the babe. They would not let her child live, and she could not       let them kill her child. His child. 

      “Thank you,” she whispered, and though she had tried valiantly to        stop them, tears spilled over. With the backs of her hands she brushed       them away, could have said her thank-yous forever. “He spoke of you,       he trusted you.” And I trusted him. “I will be no trouble to you, I promise,       I only-...only need a place where my child can be safe, where they        cannot reach us.” She is babbling, released tension - fear and nerves given       up to relief, now spilling out. With a breath she ceases their flow, presses       a hand to her stomach. We’re safe now, she thinks. He won’t let them        harm you. 

      Jon heard about Robb getting married to a certain Jeyne but he didn’t truly know       the full story, only bits here and there. Here stood a woman whom outlived his       brother, the King in the North. Why did she get to live and his brother died? He       regretted the thought the same moment it flashed through his mind.

      But then she spoke about a child and his features softened. Robb was having a       child. His brother had an heir but wasn’t there to see it. He thought his heart could       not break any more than it did when he learned about the tragic death.

      Jeyne was here, which meant she definitely hadn’t talked to Catelyn, whom he was       sure would accuse Jon of attempt of murder of her babe only so he could claim       Winterfell for himself. “You did well to come here,” he said as he moved over to       her, one hand moving around her shoulders. “Let’s go inside, it’s warmer there,”       he added as he started walking with her towards the insides of Castle Black where       he could set up a fireplace for her to sit beside.

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“It was MINE,” Jeyne sobbed.         “You had no right! Robb had it made for me.

                                  I LOVED him.”

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     She wonders if Roslin knows what it is, to f a l l into love as she had,       without searching for it, without expecting it. Wondered if she had       heard any scrap of her story beyond what e v e r y o n e knew: that      they had married in haste, that they had broken an agreement forged      between Stark and Frey. She wonders if Roslin hated her then. Wonders      if somewhere beneath the gentle face given to the world, the Frey girl      hates her still.  

            They might have been friends, once, she thinks. If they had met               b e f o r e all of this, if - perhaps - her brother married a Frey. 

      Now she stands, trying to hold her gaze steady. 

            She hardly remembers the journey, remembers only her mother’s              sharp eyes and her own sharp sadness. 

       “It was as pleasant as such a journey could be, I suppose.” A shaky          little smile, tentative and quickly gone. “I confess I am not overfond          of traveling.” 

       “I share your regrets, My Lady.” Roslin replied kindly, yet her voice dropped         a little at the end. Happier times? Was it meant to be in reference to the         Red Wedding? Or even to the War as a whole? Maybe - and she seriously         hoped it wasn’t the case - it was because of her. 

        The young woman probably held quite a lot of resentment towards her.         Envisioned her as the woman behind the entire plan when she had cried         herself to sleep every night. Hated her when she dreamed of achieving         the appropriate revenge when they finally met. Oh how she didn’t wish it          to be so, but the girl might have even thought that Roslin had been         completely willing to commit such a terrible act simply because a man had         had broken a promise with her father.

        She would have most likely done the same.

         “Was your journey tiresome, My Lady?”

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Fancast Meme | Family members who aren’t portrayed in the show (10/9)

Raynald Westerling - Santiago Cabrera

The heir of House Westerling and known as the Knight of Seashells. He is the older brother of Jayne Wsterling, Robb Stark’s wife. He makes friends with the Robb and helps fills the hole left by Jon Snow and Theon Greyjoy. 

Raynald was part of the party at the Red Wedding, and was the one to free Grey Wind from his chains during the bloody battle.

He was hit by several crossbows during this attempt to free the wolf, but it is unknown if he is dead, since his body was not found and the trail of his blood lead to the river steeps. 

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     “Oh! How very kind of you, Lyanna. Thank you.” 

      But she is more thankful for the company than the fruits, glad to        hear another voice besides her own quiet hum (and one that was        not her mother’s or her goodmother’s, but someone nearer her in       age.

      “Will you take some wine with me? I would be most grateful       for the company.”         

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When everyone was shouting King in the North, King in the North, I told myself… swore to myself… that I would be a good king, as honorable as Father, strong, just, loyal to my friends and brave when I faced my enemies… now I can’t even tell one from the other. How did it all get so confused?

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     Her breath catches for a moment. He looks little like Robb, but there       is something in his eyes that is the same. Some determination, or...      she knows not what. 

    “My name is Jeyne,” she says, fingers twining, wringing, nervous. “I...      I am Robb’s wife. I am-...” the words choke her, the word “widow” will      not escape easily. Her breath shakes, tears shimmering. “I am carrying      his c h i l d. I did not know where else to go.”       

      Jon kept his back towards the person, hand placed over the wolf head on the       hilt of his sword. It was the mention of a sibling that he turned his head, eyes       trailing over his shoulder on the woman speaking. He believed Rickon or Bran       would do nothing with a lady of her age, therefore it had to be about ROBB. 

     “Who are you?” he asked as he turned around, hand falling from his sword to his side.

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“Help me to decide.”

     “I am afraid I shan’t be of much help, my lady - -       Much of what I read is selected by my lady      m o t h e r. But I know this one. If you enjoy       tales of adventure, you cannot go far wrong       with this.”

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lorde sentence meme

“I’d like it if you stayed.” “I’m doing this for the thrill of it.” “We’re a trainwreck waiting to happen.” “We can make it so divine.” “You’re the only friend I need.” “The scars that mark my body, they’re silver and gold.” “You know, we’re on each other’s team.” “Life is great without a care.” “We can leave the house.” “All work and no play never made me lose it.” “Help me to decide.” “There’s nothing more I want, except to be alone.” “Bring your own lampshade, somewhere there’s a party.” “This will not do.” “There’s nothing that hurts like letting you go.” “We’re all in line for the throne.” “You’ve been drinking like the world was gonna end.” “We’ve both got a million bad habits to kick, not sleeping is one.” “We’re hollow like the bottles that we drain.” “People should see how we’re living.” “I’ve never felt more alone.” “People are jerks, but not you.” “Glory and gore go hand in hand.” “I’m in a clique but I want out.” “All my life, I’ve been fighting a war.” “I can tell that you’re tired.” “People talk to me, and all the voices just burn holes.” “I’m kind of over getting told to throw my hands up in the air.” “I was raised up to be admired, to be noticed.” “Let me be your ruler.” “There’s nothing I want but money and time.” “We’re getting good at this.” “I want them back.” “I’m the one you tell your fears to.” “But it wasn’t my fault.” “Chance is the only game I play with, baby.” “I’m not in the swing of things yet.” “They all wanna get rough.” “I never watch the stars.” “I was frightened of every little thing that I thought was out to get me.” “There’s nothing as fun as coming untied.” “I’m sick of words that hang above my head.” “Getting caught’s half of the trip though, isn’t it?” “I can’t talk to you, or your friends.” “This dream isn’t feeling sweet.” “There’ll never be enough of us.” “If being wrong’s a crime, I’m serving forever.” “Secretly, you love this. Do you even wanna go free?” "Let me count the bruises.”