“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.”
a concept: ghost mauls the shit out of littleprick when he presumes jon’s threats as empty while he’s away and tries to make a move on sansa. now, is it ghost acting of his own volition? is it jon warging? who can say, the point is i should be writing this show.
“They say the Fire Queen is touched by ice.
That her hair is like snow,
and that she has a cold look.
But her smile counts a different story.
It’s like fire, like madness in her heart.
She is the queen they follow into war.
They say the Ice Queen is kissed by fire.
That her hair is like flames,
and that she has a warm smile.
But her eyes count a different story.
They’re like ice, like wildness in her veins.
She is the queen they go to war for.
He hadn’t truly been her friend, the way that Syrio had, but what good had friends ever done her? I don’t
need any friends, so long as I have Needle. She brushed the ball of
her thumb across the sword’s smooth pommel, wishing, wishing… If truth be told, Arya did not know what to wish for.