Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore, While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
Caitlin. 24. Occupation: figuring it out. Currently writing a novel. Owns a cat and three dogs.

You were wrong to love her, a voice whisperedYou were wrong to leave her, a different voice insisted.

If I could show her Winterfell… give her a flower from the glass gardens, feast her in the Great Hall, and show her the stone kings on their thrones. We could bathe in the hot pools, and love beneath the heart tree while the old gods watched over us. The dream was sweet…but Winterfell would never be his to show. 


All men must die, Jon Snow. But first we’ll live.

Kit Harington as Jon Snow for Game of Thrones, season four.

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