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Rickon cried as they crowned him. She held his hand after, whispering sweet words in his ear and thinking how much he looked like Robb. But Robb had never called her mother. “I am your sister,” she said firmly. “Sansa. Sansa Stark.” There would be no more ghosts in Winterfell. She would not allow it.

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Brienne was as strong as most knights, and her old master-at-arms used to say that she was quicker than any woman her size had any right to be. The gods had given her stamina too, which Ser Goodwin deemed a noble gift. Fighting with sword and shield was a wearisome business, and victory oft went to the man with most endurance. Ser Goodwin had taught her to fight cautiously, to conserve her strength while letting her foes spend theirs in furious attacks. “Men will always underestimate you,” he said

Sansa was a lady at three, always so courteous and eager to please. She loved nothing so well as tales of knightly valor. Men would say she had my look, but she will grow into a woman far more beautiful than I ever was, you can see that. I often sent away her maid so I could brush her hair myself. She had auburn hair, lighter than mine, and so thick and soft… the red in it would catch the light of the torches and shine like copper.

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I remember the first time my father took me to court, Robert had to hold my hand. I could not have been older than four, which would have made him five or six. We agreed afterward that the king had been as noble as the dragons were fearsome.

Years later, our father told us that Aerys had cut himself on the throne that morning, so his Hand had taken his place. It was Tywin Lannister who’d so impressed us.

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“He has a song,” the man replied. “He is the prince that was promised, and his is the song of ice and fire.“ He looked up when he said it […]. "There must be one more. […] The dragon has three heads.” He went to the window seat, picked up a harp, and ran his fingers lightly over its silvery strings. Sweet sadness filled the room as man and wife and babe faded like the morning mist, only the music lingering behind

Golshifteh Farahani as Elia Martell
Andrej Pejic as Rhaegar Targaryen
Hailee Steinfeld as Lyanna Stark

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Robert’s Rebellion

Henry Cavill as Robert Baratheon // Dylan Fosket as Rhaegar Targaryen // Peter Eggers as Tywin Lannister // Amanda Laine as Lyanna Stark // Charlize Theron as Rhaella Targaryen // Chris Hemsworth as Brandon Stark // Golshifteh Farahani as Elia Martell

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Though Tywin Lannister was not a man given to public display, it is said that his love for his lady wife was deep and long-abiding. “Only Lady Joanna truly knows the man beneath the armor,” Grand Maester Pycelle wrote the Citadel, “and all his smiles belong to her and her alone. I do avow that I have even observed her make him laugh, not once, but upon three separate occasions!”

Upon hearing of her death, King Aerys infamously said, “The gods cannot abide such arrogance. They have plucked a fair flower from his hand and given him a monster in her place, to teach him some humility at last.”

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They had been at court together. Companions to Princess Rhaella.

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A Lannister Fairy Tale | Part 1 Part 2

“…is how the golden knight slayed the dragon, and saved the city,” Joanna said with a final flourish of her hands.

“Did the bards sing of the Dragonslayer? Did he become a great swordsman?” Jaime asked, clutching a wooden sword tightly in both hands. "And what about the girl?“ Cersei asked anxiously. "The secret princess? Did she become queen?”

“They did,” Joanna said. “But that’s a sadder story.”

The twins weren’t listening. Surely, if the girl became a queen, and the boy a great knight, the twins in the story could do anything they wanted. Mayhaps even marry… 

Happy Birthday, Suzy

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Alayne loved it here. She felt alive again, for the first since her father… since Lord Eddard Stark had died. […] Petyr was not at the quintains, nor anywhere in the yard, but as she turned to go a woman’s voice called out. “Alayne!” cried Myranda Royce, from a carved stone bench beneath a beech tree, where she was seated between two men. She looked in need of rescue. Smiling, Alayne walked toward her friend. –The Winds of Winter

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Sarah Bolger as Myranda Royce  |  Resources: 1, 2, 3, 4