Jon Arryn Circa 298 AC

i think brienne and davos should go on butch fishing trips together mostly quiet n not talking but also some of the most significant meaningful conversations of their lives. and stannis and jaime can queen out together bitching at each other in the car idk

isnt it crazy that bran's like fiftieth cousin bajillionth removed from bloodraven through black aly. like damn that old ass man is cousin. family reunion.

“Rhaenyra Targaryen was a precocious child, bright and bold and beautiful as only one of dragon’s blood can be beautiful.” — Fire and Blood, Heirs of the Dragon - A Question of Succession, 2018

“(Daemon) praised her beauty, declaring her to be the fairest maid in all the Seven Kingdoms.” — Fire and Blood, Heirs of the Dragon - A Question of Succession, 2018

“She was very proud and stubborn, and there was a certain petulance to her small mouth. Rhaenyra did have the silver-gold hair of the Targaryens, which she wore long and braided in the manner of Aegon the First’s warrior wife Visenya.” — So Spake Martin: Good Queen Alysanne and Rhaenyra, 2006

just had an awkward online interaction. i will be fine though

enough team black vs team green, we need these ppl in the blackwood vs bracken discourse trenches!!!

but team discourse doesn’t work when one side is unequivocally based correct right and cool and one side is unequivocally the brackens

The moon floated on the still black waters, shattering and re-forming as her ripples washed over it.

Daenerys in the Womb of the World

live footage of me reading dany and jorah’s interactions

Margaery hailed them when the two columns met and fell in beside the queen's litter. Her cheeks were flushed, her brown ringlets tumbling loosely about her shoulders, stirred by every puff of wind. "We have been picking autumn flowers in the kingswood," she told them. I know where you were, the queen thought. Her informers were very good about keeping her apprised of Margaery's movements. Such a restless girl, our little queen. She seldom let more than three days pass without going off for a ride. Some days they would ride along the Rosby road to hunt for shells and eat beside the sea. Other times she would take her entourage across the river for an afternoon of hawking. The little queen was fond of going out on boats as well, sailing up and down the Blackwater Rush to no particular purpose. When she was feeling pious she would leave the castle to pray at Baelor's Sept. She gave her custom to a dozen different seamstresses, was well-known amongst the city's goldsmiths, and had even been known to visit the fish market by the Mud Gate for a look at the day's catch. Wherever she went, the smallfolk fawned on her, and Lady Margaery did all she could to fan their ardor. She was forever giving alms to beggars, buying hot pies off bakers' carts, and reining up to speak to common tradesmen. (Cersei VI, AFfC)

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"You're not supposed to leave the column," Sansa reminded her. "Father said so."

Arya shrugged. "I didn't go far. Anyway, Nymeria was with me the whole time. I don't always go off, either. Sometimes it's fun just to ride along with the wagons and talk to people."

Sansa knew all about the sorts of people Arya liked to talk to: squires and grooms and serving girls, old men and naked children, rough-spoken freeriders of uncertain birth. Arya would make friends with anybody. This Mycah was the worst; a butcher's boy, thirteen and wild, he slept in the meat wagon and smelled of the slaughtering block. Just the sight of him was enough to make Sansa feel sick, but Arya seemed to prefer his company to hers. (Sansa I, AGoT)

lady catelyn

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