You've Seen Me

last time I saw him, he was on the courtyard of Winterfell…

Who doesn’t love Jon Snow, Robb Stark, Ned Stark meta? No one? Okay good.

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lyannas:

Oh brother I can’t believe it’s true
I’m so scared about the future and I wanna talk to you.

When Stark changed into a wolf, his northmen did the same. The mark of the beast was on them all.

joannalannister:

"in the end it comes down to butcher’s work"

He has a lord’s voice, Jon thought. His father had always said that in battle a captain’s lungs were as important as his sword arm. “It does not matter how brave or brilliant a man is, if his commands cannot be heard," Lord Eddard told his sons, so Robb and he used to climb the towers of Winterfell to shout at each other across the yard.

highgayden:

Favorite Fictional Characters- Robb Stark

I cannot sit at Riverrun waiting for peace. It makes me look as if I were afraid to take the field again. When there are not battles to fight, men start to think of hearth and harvest, Father told me that. Even my northmen grow restless.

“No.” Robb’s voice was whisper faint. “Mother, no…” “Yes. Robb, get up. Get up and walk out, please, please. Save yourself… if not for me, for Jeyne.” “Jeyne?” Robb grabbed the edge of the table and forced himself to stand. “Mother,” he said, “Grey Wind…” “Go to him. Now. Robb, walk out of here.

You are all the north has left.

Gods be good, why would any man ever want to be king? 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?

the king who died twice.

thegreywinds:

part 2

That night, after the plates had been cleared, Robb carried Bran up to bed himself. Grey Wind led the way, and Summer came close behind. His brother was strong for his age, and Bran was as light as a bundle of rags, but the stairs were steep and dark, and Robb was breathing hard by the time they reached the top.

He put Bran into bed, covered him with blankets, and blew out the candle. For a time Robb sat beside him in the dark. Bran wanted to talk to him, but he did not know what to say. “We’ll find a horse for you, I promise,” Robb whispered at last.

“Are they ever coming back?” Bran asked him.

“Yes,” Robb said with such hope in his voice that Bran knew he was hearing his brother and not just Robb the Lord. “Mother will be home soon. Maybe we can ride out to meet her when she comes. Wouldn’t that surprise her, to see you ahorse?” Even in the dark room, Bran could feel his brother’s smile. “And afterward, we’ll ride north to see the Wall. We won’t even tell Jon we’re coming, we’ll just be there one day, you and me. It will be an adventure.”

“An adventure,” Bran repeated wistfully. He heard his brother sob. The room was so dark he could not see the tears on Robb’s face, so he reached out and found his hand. Their fingers twined together.

Bran, Chapter 25, A Game of Thrones (via odetotheponds)

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