She wants her son alive, or the men who killed him dead. She wants to feed the crows, like they did at the Red Wedding. Freys and Boltons, aye. We’ll give her those, as many as she likes.

A face took shape within the hearth. Stannis? she thought, for just a moment … but no, these were not his features. A wooden face, corpse white. Was this the enemy? A thousand red eyes floated in the rising flames. He sees me. Beside him, a boy with a wolf’s face threw back his head and howled.

theworldhereinmymind:

Game of Thrones 90s era by Mike Wrobel

Great or small, we must do our duty. 3.08 Second Sons

That’s a woman for you. One day she’s kissing you, the next she’s filling you with arrows. That hair she had. Well, the hottest fires burn out quickest. To Ygritte, kissed by fire!

I am a Stark, I can be brave

Game of Thrones S03: My Understanding so Far

jon/ygritte uni au because i can’t draw anything but aus

They have made me a Lannister, Sansa thought bitterly.

songsofwolves:

s e c o n d    s o n s 

Game of Thrones semi-minimal house sigils by lnochi

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