“Want to fight?” she asked the Bull.
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33/100 favourite characters: Sirius Black, the Harry Potter series.
Sirius was lounging in his chair at his ease, tilting it back on two legs. He was very good-looking, his dark hair fell into his eyes with a sort of casual elegance neither James’s nor Harry’s could ever have achieved, and a girl sitting behind him was eyeing him hopefully, though he didn’t seem to have noticed.
If I’m going to rule in Westeros, I’ll need to make alliances. The best way to make alliances is with marriage.
“You were not there,” Ned said, bitterness in his voice. Troubled sleep was no stranger to him. He had lived his lies for fourteen years, yet they still haunted him at night.
She smiled then, a smile so tremulous and sweet that it cut the heart right out of him. Riding through the rainy night, Ned saw Jon Snow’s face in front of him, so like a younger version of his own. If the gods frowned so on bastards, he thought dully, why did they fill men with such lusts?
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“In spite of the presence of the crowd that was looking on, the two women embraced without embarrassment or hesitation.”
“Leia smiled gently, reassuringly. ‘[…] May the Force be with you.’ She watched until Rey was inside the ship and the ramp had closed behind her.”
(((There he met her pack brothers: the wild wolf who led them, the quiet wolf beside him, and the pup who was youngest of the four))) …And there’s my grandfather, Lord Rickard, who was beheaded by Mad King Aerys. His daughter Lyanna and his son Brandon are in the tombs beside him. Not me, another Brandon, my father’s brother. They’re not supposed to have statues, that’s only for the lords and the kings, but my father loved them so much he had them done.
Even his own mother had not had a place for him. The thought of her made him sad. He wondered who she had been, what she had looked like, why his father had left her. Because she was a whore or an adulteress, fool. Something dark and dishonorable, or else why was Lord Eddard too ashamed to speak of her?
Canon-Era and Pre-Canon-Era Stark Family and Household