Maris the Maid, the Most Fair, whose beauty was so renowned that fifty lords vied for
her hand at the first tourney ever to be held in Westeros. (The victor was the Grey Giant,
Argoth Stone-Skin, but Maris wed King Uthor of the High Tower before he could claim
her, and Argoth spent the rest of his days raging outside the walls of Oldtown, roaring for
The child had her lord father’s square jut of jaw and her mother’s unfortunate ears, along with a disfigurement all her own, the legacy of the bout of greyscale
that had almost claimed her in the crib. Across half one cheek and well
down her neck, her flesh was stiff and dead, the skin cracked and
flaking, mottled black and grey and stony to the touch.
The night was windless, the snow drifting straight down out of a cold black sky, yet the leaves of the heart tree were rustling his name. “Theon,” they seemed to whisper, “Theon.”
The old gods, he thought. They know me. They know my name. I was Theon of House Greyjoy. I was a ward of Eddard Stark, a friend and brother to his children. “Please.” He fell to his knees. “A sword, that’s all I ask. Let me die as Theon, not as Reek.” Tears trickled down his cheeks, impossibly warm. “I was ironborn. A son … a son of Pyke, of the islands.”
One day she came back, her hair all tangled and her clothes covered in mud, clutching a bunch of purple and green flowers for Father. Sansa kept hoping he would tell Arya to behave herself and act like the highborn lady she was supposed to be, but he never did. He just hugged her and thanked her for the flowers.
Jon took a knee. The king frowned at him, and rattled the parchment angrily. “Rise. Tell me, who is Lyanna Mormont?”
“One of Lady Maege’s daughters, Sire. The youngest. She was named for my lord father’s sister.”
“To curry your lord father’s favor, I don’t doubt. I know how that game is played. How old is this wretched girl child?”
Jon had to think a moment. “Ten. Or near enough to make no matter. Might I know how she has offended Your Grace?”
Stannis read from the letter. “Bear Island knows no king but the King in the North, whose name is STARK. A girl of ten, you say, and she presumes to scold her lawful king.” ― Jon I, A Dance with Dragons.
asoiaf meme → 1/3 point of view characters: Sansa Stark “Once, she had loved Prince Joffrey with all her heart, and admired and trusted his mother, the queen. They had repaid that love and trust with her father’s head. Sansa would never make that mistake again.”