MMMM ONLY 5 you are making this hard on me! ( I am kidding i love it)
“I can answer,” Sansa said quickly, to quell her prince’s anger. She smiled at the green knight. “Your helmet bears golden antlers, my lord. The stag is the sigil of the royal House. King Robert has two brothers. By your extreme youth, you can only be Renly Baratheon, Lord of Storm’s End and councillor to the king, and so I name you.” (so smart my child!!!)
“His leg was broken,” Sansa replied eagerly. “It hurt ever so much, Maester Pycelle was giving him milk of the poppy, and they say that milk of the poppy fills your head with clouds. Otherwise he would never have said it.” (mmm her lying to save her father Ned…people always forget that part of AGOT!)
The silence went on and on, so long that she began to grow afraid once more, but she was afraid for him now, not for herself. She found his massive shoulder with her hand. “He was no true knight,” she whispered to him.
The Hound threw back his head and roared. Sansa stumbled back, away from him, but he caught her arm. “No,” he growled at her, “no, little bird, he was no true knight.”
“He is,” Sansa said. “A fool. You’re so clever, to see it. He’s better fitted to be a fool than a knight, isn’t he? You ought to dress him in motley and make him clown for you. He doesn’t deserve the mercy of a quick death.
“The king studied her a moment. “Perhaps you’re not so stupid as Mother says.” He raised his voice.
"Did you hear my lady, Dontos? From this day on, you’re my new fool. You can sleep with Moon Boy and dress in motley
.“Ser Dontos, sobered by his near brush with death, crawled to his knees. "Thank you, Your Grace. And you, my lady. Thank you.”
A kind of madness took over her then, and she heard herself say, “Maybe my brother will give me your head.”….. “
The moment was gone. Sansa lowered her eyes. “Thank you,” she said when he was done. She was a good girl, and always remembered her courtesies.”
House Tyrell of Highgarden is one of the Great Houses of Westeros. It rules over the Reach, a vast, fertile, and heavily-populated region of southwestern Westeros, from their castle-seat, Highgarden. Formerly led by Lord Mace Tyrell, his mother, the indomitable Olenna Tyrell, stands as the last known member of the house. Mace’s son Loras was a noted tournament knight (and, secretly, the lover of Lord Renly Baratheon). Mace’s daughter Margaery married Renly when he crowned himself king, to cement the alliance between Renly and her father. Following Renly’s death, Margaery was then married to King Joffrey Baratheon before his assassination at his wedding feast. She was then married to his younger brother, King Tommen Baratheon. The Tyrell sigil is a golden rose on a pale green field. Their words are, “Growing Strong”.
I’d like to talk about this misconception that is going
around with Sansa Stark and politics. That it’s bad for her to have a political
endgame, that her being Queen would be bad for her. This is not a ‘Queen Sansa’
meta, but a meta that is pro Sansa being in politics at the end of the series.
There are several points I hope to get across
Sansa has a political responsibility to the
world, specifically The North (and that’s a good thing)
Sansa would make a great politician
She’s not Littlefinger 2.0- she’s more than
lying and cheating
She already has leadership experience under her
belt- wanting it to lead to something is not foolish.
House Tarth lords of Evenfall Hall, sworn to Baratheon
Tarth is a noble house from Evenfall Hall in the Stormlands. The family rules the island of Tarth, a beautiful island northeast of Shipbreaker Bay that controls the Straits of Tarth between the island and mainland Westeros. Their blazon is quartered with yellow suns on rose and white crescents and azure. Lord Tarth is sometimes called the Evenstar. The current Lord of Evenfall is Lord Selwyn Tarth, he is considered a good man by others. His only living heir is his daughter, Brienne, the Maid of Tarth, sometimes mockingly called Brienne the Beauty as she is considered quite unattractive by westerosi standards. Brienne has spent most of her life as the object of scorn, rejection due to her apperance and awkard social skills. When she tried to dress and act like a proper lady, she was met with mockery and disdain for her unattractive appearance and lack of feminine social graces; when she turned to a career more suited to her talents as a warrior, she received only contempt and resentment for her gender despite her considerable skill. Lord Swlwyn found several suitible husbands for her however each betrothal was broken. Brienne’s only positive encounter with a man occurred when the Tarths’ liege lord, Renly Baratheon, visited their island during his coming of age tour. He crossed paths with Brienne and treated her courteously, and she fell in love with him. Some time later, Lord Selwyn sent her to Storm’s End. When Renly declares himself King Brienne becomes one of his rainbow garud, wearing the blue.
They were leaving Reach They were saying goodbye to Highgarden bidding farewell to the safe gardens and sweet smelling flowers, the soft emerald grass and fertile land that made everyone prefer the outdoors. It was safe. They were there for a short time, before that they spent some time in Storm’s End, it was lovely but was nothing compared to the beauty of Highgarden and the balls were like magic, masked with costumes and courtly love. But Storm’s End was short-lived, because not long after their lady Margaery Tyrell married Lord Renly Baratheon (self-proclaimed king) he was killed, supposedly by a shadow. Loras, gallant and beautiful Loras Tyrell, brother of Margaery and just as alluring was heartbroken. There were rumors but she knew better than that, Loras and Renly were in love, Margaery knew as well and didn’t mind, instead of finding love she found a friend in Renly, he was a good man a sweet man the best out of the three Baratheon brothers, Robert was a callous whore-monger and Stannis is a neurotic dictator. Stannis… She curses his name for what he has done to good Lord Renly, he didn’t deserve it and out of the Baratheon brothers he was the one who deserved the seven kingdoms, he was a good man a just man. But now because of his death, they were leaving Storm’s End for the capital, now she should be happy but how could she be when her good friend and Lady is to be offered to the Mad King Joffrey Baratheon, or Aerys II as she likes to call him.
A sadistic boy with no gift for ruling, of course that is to be expected when he was born from incest, a union between Cersei and Jaime Lannister.
“I will be fine Isla, it’ll do no good worrying for me.” Margaery had told me when I helped her unpack, her gentle hands carefully held me by my shoulders as her warm blue eyes tried to convince me, her smell of roses reminded me of home reminded me of Reach, I couldn’t help but hug her burying my face in her neck.
“I’m sorry milady, I just cannot help myself-” But she interrupted me with tender shushing and brought my chin down to look down at her, she’s about four inches shorter than me, I’m quite tall for a woman but graceful. I will admit I recognize my own beauty; Gentle curves, round breasts and backside, hips perfect for birthing, most men comment how I move almost like a dancer and glide across the floor as I walk, my face is benevolent and my eyes round and the color of the day’s sky, my cheeks blushing the color of peonies, and my hair that sweeps pass my hips to my knees a brilliant red-gold color in thick, heavy waves. Yes, I’m quite proud of my beauty.
“Do not apologize Isla, we are friends and no one is around, embrace me as you like.” She reached out for Farra, my other friend and hers as well, a sight to behold an exotic beauty originally from Volantis, across the narrow sea, with hair heavy like Margaery’s and my own, long as well and the color of the night sky, glossy and healthy as it frames her sweet and gentle face with seducing brown eyes, her complexion remind me of the Dornish almost, and she is sweeter than honey. “Both of you.” Finished Margaery.
“You girls are most important to me, I shall not allow anything to happen to any of you.”
King Joffrey had requested us in the throne room, everyone in court, Lord Mace Tyrell offered Margaery’s hand in marriage to the king and Aerys II…well he gladly accepted, sweeping Sansa Stark right beneath the rug, the poor girl…Lady Margaery had saved her.
“I can answer,” - Sansa said quickly - “Your helmet bears golden antlers, my lord. The stag is the sigil of the royal House. King Robert has two brothers. By your extreme youth, you can only be Renly Baratheon, Lord of Storm’s End and councillor to the king, and so I name you.”
Your brothers will not like it, no more than your father’s lords, but I mean to allow the wildlings through the Wall… those who will swear me their fealty, pledge to keep the king’s peace and the king’s laws, and take the Lord of Light as their god. Even the giants, if those great knees of theirs can bend. I will settle them on the Gift, once I have wrested it away from your new Lord Commander. When the cold winds rise, we shall live or die together. It is time we made alliance against our common foe.