Tag: asoiaf

samwpmarleau:

in case you weren’t sad enough about rhaella:

imagine how she must have felt after rhaegar took off with lyanna. here she is, having watched her son grow up so different from his father, imagine how much she would have been looking forward to the day rhaegar would become king and her life would no longer be miserable, when she could freely dote on her grandkids and see elia, the closest thing she had to her dear friend loreza, become the next queen mariah, and she could speak her mind and never live in fear again, all because rhaegar was her son, not aerys’s

and then.

like imagine how utterly devastated she must have been that rhaegar wasn’t the boy she thought he was, that in the end he was exactly his father’s son

and how guilty she must have felt when he died because she was still furious over what he’d done but how could a mother be mad at her dead son? her firstborn? yet at the same time how could she not? how could she not, when her daughter-in-law had been raped and murdered, when her granddaughter–the granddaughter she’d loved fiercely because aerys wouldn’t even though doing so risked his wrath–was stabbed to death and the grandson she’d barely gotten the chance to know had had his head smashed against a wall? when her world was in shambles?

rhaegar was going to be the catalyst behind her happiness, and instead he was the catalyst behind her family’s destruction.

lady-meera-reed:

“I heard the same thing from my cousin, and she’s not the sort to lie,” an old woman said. “She says there’s this great pack, hundreds of them, mankillers. The one that leads them is a she-wolf, a bitch from the seventh hell.”

A she-wolf. Arya sloshed her beer, wondering. Was the Gods Eye near the Trident? She wished she had a map. It had been near the Trident that she’d left Nymeria. She hadn’t wanted to, but Jory said they had no choice, that if the wolf came back with them she’d be killed for biting Joffrey, even though he’d deserved it. They’d had to shout and scream and throw stones, and it wasn’t until a few of Arya’s stones struck home that the direwolf had finally stopped following them. She probably wouldn’t even know me now, Arya thought. Or if she did, she’d hate me. ― Arya II, A Clash of Kings.

petyrbaelishs:

She had pictured him as a younger version of his brother Brandon, but that was wrong. Ned was shorter and plainer of face, and so somber. He spoke courteously enough, but beneath the words she sensed a coolness that was all at odds with Brandon, whose mirths had been as wild as his rages. Even when he took her maidenhood, their love had more of duty to it than of passion. We made Robb that night, though; we made a king together. And after the war, at Winterfell, I had love enough for any woman, once I found the good sweet heart beneath Ned’s solemn face.

pre-asoiaf meme: four pre-series versions of asoiaf characters ♦ eddard stark // peter mooney as young eddard stark