she needs to be as strong as robb

anonymous asked:

Now you go around saying Sansa is a warrior? Yeah sure ok 😂 You guys just keep twisting stuff around so it applies to your stupid crackship 👍😂 Jon and Dany are together and in love. Put Sansa next to Dany and she withers 😂😂 Dany is a Queen, she has dragons, has conquered cities, has fought slavery, while Sansa has done what exactly? Yeah, nothing. She can't even protect herself lmao 😂 Sansa is anything, but a warrior, she's the stupidest and weakest character in the books and the series.

I’m assuming this is about my reply to this post [x]?

I’ll insert the reply below:

“I’ve honestly always interpreted this quote this way:

Usually when we can’t have something or someone, at some point, we try to convince ourselves we don’t want it, to protect ourselves from pain, hurt and disappointment. It’s a coping mechanism. 

Jon is a romantic, he’s brave, he’s kind, he’s gentle, he’s caring, he has all the traits of a true knight, he’s always dreamed of being a knight, and what do knights do? Protect, take care of and, rescue ladies, and people in general, whom are helpless and that in certain situations can’t protect themselves.
Jon is simply trying to convince himself, that he doesn’t want a “Lady”, to spare himself some pain, because in fact, it’s exactly what he wants, but since it’s something he thinks he can’t have, since he thinks he doesn’t deserve it, because he’s bastard born, and well, also because he’s a sworn brother of the Night’s watch, he keeps telling himself, he tries to convince himself, it’s not what he wants.

So yeah, in my opinion it’s a coping mechanism of his, to deal with reality (little does he know, that he’s a Prince, and the rightful heir to the Iron Throne).
Now, not to say that he’s only attracted to Ladies, and he doesn’t find warrior women, or better said, strong women* (because let’s face it, the word “warrior” can have many meanings, it can mean strong, brave, fierce etc., it does not necessarily mean, a woman who can fight and kill), *attractive, because he does, but he likes Ladies too, he likes femininity, “I’d like to see you in a silk dress”, “You like women who swoon? Oh a spider! Save me Jon Snow.”, “Sansa looked radiant as she walked beside him.”, “New dress? […] I like the wolf bit.” He loved Ygritte’s singing voice, and look at this quote from the book ADWD, when he’s dying: “[He thought] of Sansa, brushing out Lady’s coat and singing to herself.” immediately followed by him thinking, “You know nothing, Jon Snow.”

So basically what Jon wants, is a strong Lady. If you think about it, Sansa is now a mix of both a Lady and a warrior (not a literal warrior, but you know what I mean). She’s still a Lady, she likes to style her hair, and wear (silk) dresses, but she’s also strong and intelligent, and can take care of herself, but even so, she still needs a protecting sword, because although she’s strong, she’s not a literal warrior, she can’t use an actual sword, her “sword”, her strength is her mind, she’s a warrior in her own way, but in situations of danger, when someone is coming at you with a sword/a knife trying to kill you, the mind is not of much help, and you need an actual sword, a knight to help and protect you.

There is nothing wrong with being helpless, there is nothing wrong with needing help. Besides this quote kind of contradicts with what he is, a protector, a guardian, a shield, a sword, he’s a Black Knight. 

That’s what he does, he protects people, he protects the helpless.

“I am the sword in the darkness. I am the watcher on the walls. I am the shield that guards the realms of men.”

Besides, Jon/Sansa and protection, is a recurring theme between the two of them in S6 and 7. He wants to keep her safe, he wants to protect her. “I’ll never let him touch you again, I’ll protect you, I promise.”, “Jon is Jon. He’ll keep me safe, I trust him.”

He realizes that she’s not a silly little girl/child any longer, she’s a woman grown, she’s strong and intelligent. He admires her, he admires her strength, but he feels the need to protect her anyway, he wants to protect her anyway, he wants to be her sword, her protector, her knight.

And, she wants and tries to protect him too, “you have to be smarter than father, you need to be smarter than Robb.” They’re trying to protect each other, keep each other safe, alive, and that’s just so powerful and beautiful to me. I’ve said this many times, what one lacks, the other has, they’re both strong and complement each other so beautifully, he’s the sword and she’s the mind.
Where I’m trying to get at with this is, Sansa has grown and has learned from her experiences, and at this point she is exactly Jon’s type, all the traits and qualities he likes/wants/admires in a woman, Sansa has. 

To make it short, Jon admires and is attracted to strong women.
Sansa is a fighter, she’s strong, fierce, brave, intelligent, beautiful, she has kept her morales, has remained caring and kindhearted (despite all she’s gone trough), she’s highborn, she’s a Lady, she’s a Stark, she’s pretty much everything he’s ever wanted.

She is perfect for him, and there is no question he has all the traits and qualities she’s always wanted in a man (and to top it, he’s a Prince too, what are the odds), he’s perfect for her, they’re perfect for each other, they’re a perfect match.

#JonsaIsComing 💙”

What have I twisted around? Can you read?

Sansa is strong, brave and fierce. She is not weak, and SHE IS a warrior, in her own way, as I’ve said above, there are many types of warriors, and she is one of them, she is a fighter. 

“Jon and Dandelion are together and in love”, Yeah… sure… ok… whatever you say 👍😅

How does Sansa wither next to Dandelion? lol She is beautiful, kind, intelligent, she isn’t power hungry nor obsessed with conquering and being Queen, she cares, truly cares, about her people and their well being and she is a good, capable and competent ruler, which inspires the loyalty of her people. If anything, it’s the other way around…

I honestly can’t wait for season 8, when Jaimie will pledge his sword to her, when Varys will realize that he had the Queen Westeros deserves, right under his nose, the whole bloody time:

The Seven Kingdoms need someone stronger than Tommen but gentler than Stannis. Sansa is stronger than Tommen, but gentler than Stannis.

A monarch who could intimidate the High Lords and inspire the people. Sansa knows how to speak with the Lords, how to listen to them and keep them at bay.

A ruler loved by millions, with a powerful army, and the right family name.  She is loved by her people, the Lords and Knights of the Vale are now loyal to her (more people will follow in S8), and she has the right family name, the Stark name.

Tyrion will also realize at some point, that following Dandelion was a mistake. I think in S8, many characters will end up pledging their swords and their loyalty to Sansa. Theon/House Greyjoy as well. I mean Dandelion didn’t give af that Yara, one of her allies, was captured. Theon had to go help her/rescue her himself, because Dandelion doesn’t give af abt her allies, what a great ruler, what a great Queen, when your friends get captured you leave them behind, how truly inspiring. 

The only thing Dandelion is, is incompetent, the only thing she inspires is fear, the only thing she brings to Westeros is war and destruction and that’s it… “Incompetence should not be rewarded with blind loyalty”

I cannot stress this enough, Sansa isn’t stupid, Sansa isn’t weak. She is one of the strongest characters in the series, a character which has had a strong growth. She has grown from an innocent little girl with her head full of dreams and songs, to a capable, fierce woman, that would do anything in her power to protect, and ensure the safety and wellbeing of her pack and her people.

Sansa hasn’t had the chance to do anything until now, she’s been captive for years, she never had a dragon to flee her enemies ya know? She was stuck with them for years. But now that she is home, she’s taking care of her people, taking care of her brother’s army, ensuring they stay loyal to him, that they don’t abandon him and his cause, she’s not burning the people’s food, unlike a certain “someone”, quite the contrary, she’s making sure that there is enough food for everyone in case they have to flee to Winterfell, she’s reinforcing Winterfell and its walls, she’s keeping the North stable and at peace, avoiding rebellions while Jon is away, she’s executing traitors, whom mean to harm her family and the North. She was given the chance to rule, and she’s doing a fantastic job, she’s a natural.

And sorry to break it to you, but Dandelion can’t protect herself either? She can’t fight/use a sword either? lol What kind of argument is that? Dandelion has protectors left and right, she’s been saved by them more times than we can count, so what’s the deal? By your logic she’s also weak smh

Strenght comes in many forms.

Not being able to use a sword, not being able to fight ≠ weakness

To expand on my minimalistic answer just then, Catelyn’s arc is driven by the sacrifice of her own emotional needs for the wellbeing of her family. Again and again she puts herself second and others first.

“Catelyn, you shall stay here in Winterfell.”

His words were like an icy draft through her heart. “No,” she said, suddenly afraid. Was this to be her punishment? Never to see his face again, nor to feel his arms around her?

“Yes,” Ned said, in words that would brook no argument. “You must govern the north in my stead, while I run Robert’s errands. There must always be a Stark in Winterfell. Robb is fourteen. Soon enough, he will be a man grown. He must learn to rule, and I will not be here for him. Make him part of your councils. He must be ready when his time comes.”

- Catelyn II, AGoT

She stays, because Ned needs her. She assents to the separation from her children, too, even Bran.

Catelyn struggled to push back the blankets, her bandaged fingers as stiff and unyielding as stone. She climbed out of bed. “I must go myself.”

“My lady,” said Maester Luwin, “is that wise? Surely the Lannisters would greet your arrival with suspicion.”

“What about Bran?” Robb asked. The poor boy looked utterly confused now. “You can’t mean to leave him.”

“I have done everything I can for Bran,” she said, laying a wounded hand on his arm. “His life is in the hands of the gods and Maester Luwin. As you reminded me yourself, Robb, I have other children to think of now.”

- Catelyn III, AGoT

She goes, because her family needs her.

She woke aching and alone and weary; weary of riding, weary of hurting, weary of duty. I want to weep, she thought. I want to be comforted. I’m so tired of being strong. I want to be foolish and frightened for once. Just for a small while, that’s all… a day… an hour…

- Catelyn II, ACoK

Does she do this? No. She keeps on being strong. Robb needs her. Robb sent her from Hoster’s deathbed against her protests and she went, because Robb needed her. Again and again and again.

As for the impulsive part, no, not that either. She’s quite calculating.

Robb Stark - The Wolf’s Territory

Originally posted by dailyrobbstark

Summary: While Jaime is Robb’s prisoner, you catch his eye. He knows how Robb feels for you, but he doesn’t care. When Jaime flirts with you, Robb gets jealous and you wonder why.

Requested by: @coffeebooksandfandom

Pairing: Robb x Fem!Reader

Characters: Fem!Reader, Robb Stark, Jaime Lannister. Grey Wind, Catelyn Stark, Edmure Tully, Sansa Stark, Bannermen, Guard, Tywin Lannister, Tytos Lannister (Mentioned)

Warning: Jealousy, death threat 

A/N: Thank you to the amazing @mo320 for being my beta!

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Robb x Mormont!Reader Pt. 2

((Anon, I hope you like it. I did my best to add everything you wanted))

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Word Count: 1,886

Warning: none

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Fit For A Queen

Drabble request from @aloharad 

Tyrion Lannister x Reader

6. “Come on, meet me halfway with this.”
22. “How do I look?”
27. “Did you just throw a grape at me?”

Warnings: A lil bit of Robb x reader, happy Stark feels

Words: 1302

“Tyrion, no.” you huffed out, crossing your arms across your chest.

“Y/N please, Joffrey needs you to be there” the small man pleaded, coming to sit at the chair next to your bed.

“Just because I’m married to the monster doesn’t mean that I want to be there for his coronation.” A sigh left your mouth as you flopped back on to your bed, pouting.

“That’s all well and good my dear but it would look very bad for him if his own wife was not there” Tyrion was begging you with his eyes and you flipped onto your stomach, grumbling into the mattress.

“What was that?” he asked, leaning closer to you. You turned your face to the side and grumbled once more.

“I said good. I did not ask for any of this Tyrion. I would’ve preferred the Roose Bolton’s bastard to Joffrey.” That much was true. At least Ramsay was attractive.

Come on, meet me halfway with this. If you go to the coronation, I’ll make sure you have time alone with your little Lord Stark at the feast” he smirked as your mouth hung agape. You stood from the bed and paced the room.

“H-how did you..?”

“It was obvious sweetheart, I know you’re in love with the boy. It’s a shame you two couldn’t be together, you would’ve made a beautiful family.”

“Right?!” you nearly screeched out, back to pouting once again at the thought that you’ll never get to be with your love.

“Okay fine, Tyrion. I’ll go with my wretched husband to his terribly idiotic coronation where he’s sure to make a total ass out of the entire family, which now includes myself as I sit back and look like the pretty, useless wife who is pretending like she wants to be there.”

“That’s my girl. Spoken like a true queen” he let out a hearty chuckle and left you to your devices so you could get ready for the ceremony that was later tonight.

You dressed in a long, lace gown. It was mostly red with complementing gold embroidery. It had a delicate sweetheart neckline and sheer lace sleeves. It had two corset-laced sides which were to be tied with shiny red ribbon. You had to admit, you looked like a queen with a braid on the crown of your head and curls framing your face. You were a Baratheon now and you had to look the part, the look was completed with a delicate crown of antlers with a ruby in the center that rested just in front of the braid on your head. You were looking at yourself in the mirror and smiling, Robb’s jaw was going to fall to the floor when he saw you. A faint knock at your door brought you from your daydream.

“Come in” you shouted over your shoulder as you tied the final knot on the corseted side of the dress. You turned around to see your friend and now brother by law, Tyrion.

“So, how do I look?

“By the gods, my queen. You look ravishing.” He dropped to one knee and you giggled.

“I’m no queen yet, Tyrion.”

“Yes but that will change in a few hours my dear Y/N” his eyes sparkled as he looked you over, smiling from ear to ear. It was just now hitting you that in a few short hours, when Joffrey was crowned King, you would be crowned Queen Y/N Baratheon, Protector of the Seven Kingdoms. Saying that you weren’t excited and happy would be a lie, but damn did you have to be married to quite possibly the worst King to ever sit on the Iron Throne. He was going to be worse than Aerys, The Mad King, you could almost be one hundred percent sure of that.

–One dreadful coronation ceremony later–

Thankfully, everything went smoothly and as planned and everyone was practically bowing at your feet now. Calling you things like ‘your grace’ and ‘my queen’, it was quite empowering. However, at the feast you couldn’t help but think back on Tyrion’s promise to get you time with Robb Stark and just when you began to get antsy, Tyrion pulled you aside and announced, loud enough for Joffrey to hear, that the Starks wanted to personally congratulate and honor their queen. Your husband nodded to you, silently saying that it was okay for you to go. With that, you headed off to the table where the Starks were all sat, eating and drinking and laughing away the night.

You stopped short of the table to take in the sight. Now that, that was a family. All happy and together and strong. It was nothing like the broken, sorry excuse for a family that you came from and definitely was nothing like the brooding, slightly insane family that you had been married into. Ned had his arm slung around Catelyn’s shoulders and a cup of wine in his other hand and his head was thrown back in a hearty laugh, while Catelyn blushed and put her face into his neck. Robb was laughing and smacked Jon lightly on the shoulder while Bran and Aria played with their silverware and Sansa made silly faces at Rickon just so she could hear his little giggle.

You stepped forward slightly and said hello, and immediately they all straightened up, with the patriarch lightly kissing your knuckles and bowing his head.

“Your grace” he smiled up at you.

“My queen you look incredibly beautiful tonight” Catelyn smiled and took your hand. To her shock, you pulled her in for a hug and whispered into her ear.

“Thank you Lady Stark, but there’s no need to be so formal. I miss you all so much” A sad smile stretched across your face as she placed her hand on your shoulder and squeezed.

“You will make an excellent queen, Y/N. You’re so strong, so well liked. People will have no questions about following you.”

You couldn’t help but smile at her kind words and then your eyes wandered over to Robb, who’s jaw was just about hitting the floor and his eyes were bugged wide. Jon looked from you to his brother and couldn’t help but laugh as he lightly put his hands under Robb’s jaw and pushed upward, successfully closing his mouth. A blush stained the elder boy’s face as he realized that he was staring.

“Hi Robb” you blushed, looking at the floor.

“My queen” he said, quickly standing and taking your hands in his. Gods he had beautiful eyes.

“No need for the queen talk, Robb. I’m still just Y/N.”

“You were never just Y/N…” he sighs out, leaning in close to your face. As you looked into his forest green eyes, getting lost in the orbs that seemed to capture souls, and just as you were leaning too close to his lips…something bounced off the side of your cheek. Your head snapped to see Aria and Bran giggling so hard they were nearly falling off of the bench onto the floor.

You bent down to pick up the item that hit you, a little round, red grape.

Did you just throw a grape at me?” you couldn’t help but laugh as the rest of the family had their eyes wide with shock and a twinge of fear because their children just threw a grape at the new queen. The Kingsguard was not going to like this one. Except you weren’t like any other queen the Seven Kingdoms has seen and you immediately hurled the grape back at the little girl, bouncing it off her forehead.

All of you burst into a fit of laughter and you spent the rest of the night joking and laughing with the people you couldn’t help but wish they were your family.

Five times Sansa called Jon a bastard, and one time she didn’t

Written in like 30 minutes because a Tumblr trend made me upset? You know, whatevs.  



The word was so unpretty, especially when coming out of someone so very pretty.

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The Wolves of Castamere/Robb Stark surviving the Red Wedding


And who are you, the proud lord said,
that I must bow so low?
Only a cat of a different coat,
that’s all the truth I know.
In a coat of gold or a coat of red,
a lion still has claws,
And mine are long and sharp, my lord,
as long and sharp as yours.
And so he spoke, and so he spoke,
that lord of Castamere,
But now the rains weep o'er his hall,
with no one there to hear.
Yes now the rains weep o'er his hall,
and not a soul to hear

“The Rains of Castamere…” Catelyn whispered to herself as a chill rain their her soul and clutched onto her heart. The music played an ominous, dark tune that hummed through the halls of the Twin. Her eyes roamed the room, drinking in her surroundings truly for the first time, taking notice of what was in front of her. Something was wrong…oh so terribly wrong. She took note of how separated and far between Robb’s bannermen were to each other, and how some men were too drunk to sit themselves up properly while others seemed to be in perfect mind. In fact, some men even seemed tense, on edge, waiting for…something.

She then faintly heard something, something familiar that sent shivers down her spine.

It was howling.

It was not just any howling of a common Frey mutt, no. It was was from Robb’s most loyal companion, Grey Wind. He was howling in sobering rage and she felt her heart stopped.

Any man Grey Wind mislikes is a man I do not want close to you. These wolves are more than wolves, Robb. You must know that. I think perhaps the gods sent them to us. Your father’s gods, the old gods of the north

Her mind began to race faster than the tides of the ocean on a full moon. Her family had learned the history of the lands. The rains of Castamere…A Lannister song of how Tywin Lannister-

Catelyn’s eyes widen in fear as her Tully mind came to the horrifying conclusion of what was about to transpire.

The beat of the drum echoed loudly in the room.

She watched as Dacey finished her final dance with her son and king and continued to twirl around the room as gracefully as she did in the battlefield, yet even as she danced, Catelyn saw that her eyes were always trained on Robb, who in turn returned her stare with a small smile and reassuring grin of his own as he held his wife.

She saw Greatjon loudly cheer as he bested another man in a game of drinking, yet his eyes too would always find their way to her son’s, ever vigilant. She knew they were trusted bannermen. The man had been loyal to Robb since Grey Wind had eaten his two fingers, something that should have alarmed her more.

She looked up at Roose, and found him looking back at her, a small grin was tugging at the corner’s of his lips and she felt herself give into the building anger and fear boiling in her heart. Without another word, Catelyn grabbed the knife to her left and plunged it into the side of Roose Bolton and jumped away from him before relation could be taken.

“Robb!” She screamed in warning to her eldest son, hoping he would hear here.

The Frey men knew they had been outed when they watched the mother of wolves attack Roose and then scream a warning out to her son, and without another word they began their attack. They aimed their crossbow bolts at The Young Wolf, looking to it quickly and fired at his direction.

Maybe it was instinct, maybe it was dumb luck, but Catelyn watched as her son dove under the closest table, nearly avoiding the crossbow bolt that was flying towards him.

“Traitors!” Robb roared from under the table, and with that of the celebration turned into a battlefield between The Freys, Boltons, and Starks.


At first, Arya had been worried that the Frey guard would not allow them passage into the camp. They knew the feast was going on. They heard the music, yet that man was trying to get them away from the camps. She watched as other Frey men ran past the guard, giddy as children on their name day. Arya though didn’t even notice Sandor turn pale, whispering under his breath “The Rains of Castamere.”

Chaos erupted in the Frey camps as screaming and fighting could be heard from where Arya and the Hound were, and Sandor used this distraction to his advantage.

The Guard had never even seen Sandor’s sword as it cut him down.

Arya used this chaos to get away from The Hound and run into the camp. The ex-Dog of the Lannisters barked at her to return to his side, but she refused to look back. She was so close to her family. Nothing was going to stop her.

Blood and fire.

That was all Arya saw as she ran through the Frey Camp. Seeing men who wore the sigil of her house being slaughtered like dogs. They had been betrayed and caught off guard. Some were fighting back, doing their best to survive, but they were outnumbered. The North was strong though, and she silently prayed to the old Gods that her people would come out alive.

Howling screamed through the chilling air and Arya followed the sounds of what she knew to be Grey Wind through the trails of blood and bodies.

‘If I find Grey Wind, I find Robb!’ She thought frantically. She needed to get to her brother and mother. No matter what. She would find them or die here. She couldn’t go back! Wouldn’t go back to being a captive!

The Howling leads her to a kennel, but just as Arya is about to run towards it and free her brother’s protector and companion, she is grabbed and held back by The Hound. The burned man is covered in blood, Frey Blood more than likely.

“Yer little shit! Fuck you doing?” The Hound swore at her “This fucking place is a bloodbath!”

Arya slapped Sandor as hard as she can.  Was he that thick headed? “Help me you fucking bastard and my family will make you rich!” Arya screamed back at him. She didn’t have time to explain, but she knew that gold would motivate the greedy man. Gold motivated almost any man, more than likely it was what motivated this betrayal.

“Fucking cunt.” The Hound muttered under his breath as he chased after the little girl and followed her to a nearby Kennel.

Arya tried to open the door and free Grey Wind, but it the lock was too heavy for her to list. She panicked, she saw men coming towards them in the distance, trying her best but only being able to lift it some.

The Hound though reluctantly lifted the lock for her without fucking knowing why the little brat wanted to fetch one of the Frey dogs-

“That’s no fucking dog!” Sandor yelled as Grey Wind lunged out of the Kennel, knocking Arya down and making Sandor back away rapidly. His teeth were bared, eyes filled with rage and bloodlust.

Arya stared at the Direwolf in awe. She hadn’t seen Grey Wind in so long, and he was four times the size of what he had once been. Fear then crept into her as she watched as the larger than life Direwolf stared at her with hate in its eyes.

The giant wolf took a step towards Arya, growling in anger, but instead of attacking her, Grey Wind nuzzled her neck lovingly. Arya held the wolf close, emotions washing over here. She had missed him so much, just as much as she missed Nymeria.

She sent a silent prayer that her own Direwolf was safe and had not met the same Fate as Lady…Sadness washed over as her mind drifted to Lady and then her elder sister. Unspoken guilt would always be in the back of her head till she saw her sister again.

The reunion was short lived though, Grey Wind lunged passed her and tore the nose off a Frey man before ripping out his throat and mauling the others. Sandor and Arya watched in awe and horror as the wolf made quick work of the Frey’s dogs and 6 soldiers before he ran away and vanished into the chaos. Howling the entire time.

Arya wordlessly got up to follow him. She knew Grey wind would be going to find her brother.


The hall of the Twins was a bloodbath, loyal men, good men, were falling to the blades of betrayers and turncloaks.

Robin Flint, Patrek Mallister, Wendel Manderly, Owen Norrey, his loyal guards, his brothers in arms, his friends, were all dead.

Even Smalljon Umber had lost his head and lay dead on the Twin’s floor.

Greatjon, drunk as he was, fought through the Freys and Boltons, using his rage to kill as many of them as he could. The sounds of skulls cracking, bones snapping, and the tearing of flesh was all Greatjon could hear as he fought for revenge.

Dacey gracefully avoided an axe to the stomach wielded by Ryman Frey, yet the blade still graced her belly. She managed to wrestle the weapon away from the pudgy man and brought it down between his skull, before twirling around and digging it into Benfey’s throat, which caused blood to spray over her and the gown she had been wearing.

Robb looked Talisa’s dead body. The woman he loved. The mother of his unborn child. The woman he had broken his vow to Walder Frey for, lay dead on the floor, her stomach stabbed and brutalized. Talisa wasn’t a fighter, she had never even seen Black Walder coming up behind her.

She was a target. He knew they murdered her to feed Walder Frey’s petty and spiteful nature. Killing his unborn child was just to rub salt in the wound and stop any vengeance that could be taken years later if he died he. Yet, he refused to fall tonight.

The inferno of rage that burned within him was stronger than a million dragon fires and he would not let it be put out until the late Walder Frey’s blood was on his sword. He didn’t care if he was slain here. Let the Gods take his body if it meant revenge would be his. He would die in battle like a Stark should.

Dacey and Greatjon were doing their best to fight alongside their King and defend Catelyn, but they didn’t know how long they could last. They were without armor, outnumbered and fatigue was beginning to set in. SmallJon was dead, as was the rest of his personal guard.

As the battle started to grow worse, Dacey, Greatjon, Catelyn, and Robb found themselves hiding under a table for cover.

“Aye, it looks this may be it,” Dacey said grimly, nursing a wound she had sustained on her side from a battleax. She had luckily been saved from fatal damage but she was injured nonetheless.

Greatjon chugged a nearby drink quick, savoring what might as well be his last drink. “Aye that may be, but let’s see if we can give these southern fucks something to remember us by.”

“Your Grace, ” Dacey started as she looked at Robb. “We will cover you as-”

“You will do no such thing,” Robb said cutting her off. “I doubt outside will be fair us better than here…” He held his mother hand, “If this is the last day of the North, let it be said we died on our feet fighting.” Robb spoke with pride, choking back his own despair and fear to remain strong to guards. “You both have been with me from the start, now I will be with you at the end.”

Dacey and Greatjon nodded, gripping their weapons tightly.

Greatjon beat his chest proudly “King in the North.” Robb forced a bitter chuckle. The man that had once said he was so green that he pissed grass had turned into one of his biggest supporters and was now ready to die for him. Greatjon was a man of many things, but predictable was not one of them. In a way, the gruff older man had become a second father figure to him, and he was grateful for his company now more than ever.

“It has been an honor you grace,” Dacey said looking at her King. His eyes met her’s for a brief moment, and he gave her a silent apology. The Mormonts had always been close to House Stark, and when he raised the banners, Dacey and her mother had been the 1st ones to declare themselves for House Stark. She didn’t deserve to die for him…No one did. He hoped that Maege Mormont would forgive him one day for getting her killed.

Robb held his mother close. She had been his rock, his adviser, his everything. His only regret was that she was dragged into his failure. His father must have been looking down at shame at him. Failing to get back his sisters, losing Rickon and Bran.

“I love you, mother.” He said gently as he let some tears escape his eyes. For this moment right now, he let himself be a boy and not a man, not a king, but the young Stark boy who just wanted to go home.

Catelyn sobbed quietly into her son’s arms. She didn’t want to be here, didn’t want to see her last boy die in front of her eyes. It wasn’t ri-

A loud howl broke everyone’s train of thoughts.

Then the four heard the door being smashed opened.

The room went silent, and all turned to see Grey Wind, covered in enemy blood, and a scarred man standing in the door frame, a young boy by his side.

Grey Wind howled louder than he had ever done before and the battle began again. The three rushed into battle, aiding what was left of the Stark’s men.

Not wanting to miss out on the action, GreatJon jumped out and ran into the fray to help kill the Freys. Dacey soon followed.

Robb kissed his mother on top of the head and followed his loyal companions. He would lead them to victory, or he’d die by their sides.

The arrival of Grey and the two mysterious fighters had brought new life into the battle, and one by one the Frey soldiers started to fall.

Robb fought without mercy, ripping into the flesh of the Freys with nothing but hatred and rage. Grey Wind and him danced around their opponents, shielding the other from attacks and counter-attacking for the other. The two fought as if they had one mind.

Walder saw he was on the losing side, and cursed. He knew he should have just remained neutral in the dealings of wolves and lions. Just as tried to run away he felt the cold steel of a knife press against his throat.

“You tried to murder my son,” Catelyn whispered coldly into his ear. “On my honor as a Tully…on my honor as a Stark…the the last thing you will ever see is a Stark smiling down at you as you die” She quickly cut his neck to the bone as the rage in her heart finally overtook her.

She watched as the light drained from Walder’s eyes and finally he had become the actual late Walder Frey.

Turning away from the Traitor, Catelyn saw Roose rush at her son. She tried to scream his name, but Roose had already crossed the room and grabbed onto his shoulder.

“The Lannisters send their-”

Roose’s words had been cut off as Robb bit into his jugular as hard as he could and tore it off like he was a Direwolf himself. Blood sprayed all over him as Roose held onto him as he bled out and died.

GreatJon had crushed a man underneath his sword as Grey Wind had finished mauling his last victim and the final Frey man.

The small group of survivors turned to look at who had helped them in their hour of need and brought Grey Wind to them. Robb recognized the scared man as the Lannister’s dog, The Hound, Sandor Cleggane, but the boy, the boy looked so…

“Arya,” Catelyn whispered as she stepped forward, dropping her knife.

Arya looked at her mother, and tears welled up in her eyes. “Mommy!” She screamed, not even caring if she hadn’t called the woman mommy in ages.

Mother and daughter ran towards each other and embraced tightly.

“My sweet child. I had thought you lost.” Catelyn cried as she held her youngest daughter close, she could not tell if she had been the one shaking or Arya, but they were both holding each other afraid that if they parted, the world would take the other away again.

GreatJon helped hold his King up, leading him to the Princess and Queen mother. Grey Wind followed close behind his companion.

Arya wept into her mother’s shoulder till she saw Robb come closer to them. She looked up at her brother, tears in her eyes. “Brother.” She softly said as he looked up at Robb.

Everyone had always assumed she had loved Jon the most out of her siblings, and in a way that was true. He was the black sheep of the Starks and in a way, so was she. That created a bond between the two, yet no one really understood the bond Robb and Arya had. He was always the one to catch her with a bow and arrow in her hand, or fighting with a wooden sword, yet he never said a word. He would just smile gently at her, adjust her form, then keep walking as if he saw nothing. He was her eldest brother, the leader of their wolf pack. She loved him just as much as Jon.

“Hello, baby sister.” Robb greeted, a small sad smile on his face. The Gods had given him back his sister, yet the evils of the world had taken away his wife and unborn child…Robb to solace in the fact that he had killed Blackwalder himself. At least avenging his wife.

Arya slowly walked up to her eldest brother, and he knelt to her eye level and the two embraced each other. Hot tears ran down her face as she felt Robb place his forehead against hers and held her small body protectively close to his.

“When the snows fall and the wind blows,…” Robb whispered to her softly.

Arya cried harder as she realized Robb was quoting their father, “The lone wolf dies, but the pack survives.”

Two of the Stark children were together again after so long, and as Catelyn watched her eldest son and youngest daughter embrace each other, she prayed to the gods of old and new that her Ned was watching.

Robb looked back into his sister’s eyes and that they were bloodshot from crying and suddenly she became harder to see. It was then he realized his own eyes were beginning to water from tears. He felt his legs give and the King in the North felt to his knees, finally losing his balance.

Arya, Catelyn, and Grey Wind rushed to his side, Dacey and GreatJon stayed close by keeping guard on the family. Robb let out a sobbing roar of rage. He roared as the loss of his wife, his child, his men, and the betrayal of his family. He roared out into the empty hall, tears streaming down his face as he stared at the bodies of the traitors that littered the hall.

Arya and Cat cried with Robb, while Grey Wind’s howls filled the empty hall.

GreatJon was the first to speak up after giving the family a moment. “Your Grace…”

“I know.” Robb said standing up on weak legs, “We must leave this place.”

Catelyn nodded her head somberly. She took Arya’s hand in her own and the small group left. They were not welcome here anymore.

The group started to make their way out, but now before setting fire the Twins as they left.

They gathered what little forces they have left. The King’s survival inside had helped the soldier’s survival outside by sheer moral alone. The battle was still raging on, but they knew getting the Royal family out of the chaos was of the utmost importance.

As GreatJob and Dacey helped Arya and Catelyn into a Wagon that the Hound had found, Robb looked at the man gratefully. He would’ve been dead if Arya had not freed Grey Wind in time…Grey Wind would’ve been dead…He wasn’t sure he could have survived losing Grey Wind too. The Direwolf was too much of his own self.

“When this is over, Clegane, I will make you a rich man,” Robb said as he and Grey Wind got into the wagon.

Sandor raised an eyebrow “What did yer have in mind, Young Wolf?” The Hound was genuinely curious.

“Gold of course,” Robb said simply, but then his features turned dark “And after I kill every last Bolton, Frey, and Lannister, you will have your pick of their land.”

Sandor let out a cynical chuckle but didn’t say a word. Perhaps the Young Wolf had what it took to win this war after all.

As the Wagon rode away, two hundred men followed, while many more stayed behind to battle, laying down their lives for their King. The soldiers surrounded the King, Princess and the Lady, Grey Wind resting on Robb’s knees, sleeping soundly. Tired of battle.

Catelyn and Arya were holding onto each other as hard as they could still. Afraid to part. There were tears in both of their eyes, but they were too exhausted to move. Cat kissed Arya’s head. She had one of her girls back. For the first time in what felt like years, she had hope again. That may be…just maybe they could win and could get her Sansa back as well.

Arya was passed out in her mother’s arms. She couldn’t keep her eyes open anymore. She had her brother and mother with her. That was enough for now.

GreatJon stayed awake, ever vigilance for any threats that could befall the family. They would not be harmed as long as he drew breath. He mourned his son silently. Wishing he could have saved him, but his anger kept him strong. He would avenge SmallJon.

Dacey stayed between the Starks, injured, yet willing to lay down her life to keep her King safe. She looked over at Robb, and moved closer to him and his Direwolf, giving his hand a reassuring squeeze. She would protect her king to her dying breath. House Mormont knew no king, but the King of the North who’s name was Stark.

Robb Stark would be her King from until his last day…till her last day as well.

Robb looked up at her, weary eyes looked back at hers and he nodded a thank you at her way, which in turn she silently mouthed you’re welcome before slowly dropping her hand away. Fingers lingering close to his before going back to her post.

The Young wolf looked out into the darkness at the slowly retreating Twins. This war was not over yet. The North remembers and he would make sure that winter would come for the traitors to his family.

The Young Wolf, King in the North, Lord of the Trident had survived the Red Wedding.

The She-Wolf, the youngest Stark Princess had been returned to them.

They would make all who betrayed them pay for their crimes. He would show them what it felt like to lose something they loved.

Arya was back with them, now all the needed was Sansa…then he would kill them all.

The Northerners will never forget.

News of the King in the North’s survival of the Red wedding had spread across the realm like wildfire.

No one spoke a word in the small council as Tyrion read aloud the message that had just arrived by a raven.

“The wolves had feasted hardy at the twins! The Northerners had made sure that the Freys were greatly rewarded for their hospitality. During the festivities, the wolves had found their missing pup and a scarred hound. Alas, all good things come to an end, the wolves had left the Twins burning with gratitude. It was unfortunate that the Lions couldn’t make it, but the wolves appreciated that they had sent their regards. They hope to see the Old Lion soon. They mentioned something about getting their Red Wolf back and putting the false Stag’s head on a spike…ah, my memory ain’t what it use to be. The North remembers though…they always remember…


The Late Walder Frey.”

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anonymous asked:

Would you pretty pretty please write Dickon courting Sansa and having to face all of her protective male family members (everyone lives because this is Denial Town)

Denial Town AU

Standing in the courtyard once again waiting for their southroun visitors just as they did many moons ago when King Robert came along with Queen Cersei and Prince Joffrey…how Sansa had admired him! She had fancied herself in love with him, had thought he would be her Prince Aemon the Dragonknight or the Florian to her Jonquil, soon enough she started to see that wasn’t the case (Lady) and still she tried so hard to be like all the ladies from the songs, wanted to be as beautiful and just as queen Alyssane…

She wouldn’t.

Lord Baelish had warned her life wasn’t a song, and now she understood, father had explained the Queen’s treachery and Joffrey’s baseborn nature, the Kingslayer incestuous relationship with Queen Cersei… She had been so horrified at first she thought them to be lies, but her father would never say anything but the truth, worst of all had been King Robert’s wrath, she could still hear the screams and the thunderous sound of the warhammer against the bodies of the Queen and her children . Life wasn’t a song alright, life was a horror tale like the ones Old Nan used to tell during the stormy nights.

Truth to be told she wasn’t specially looking forward to meet her possible bethroted, as far as she knew he was the heir and her Lord father said he got the highest praises from his elder brother at the Wall (why would an heir leave his home for the Wall she could not fathom) but then again everyone had said the most wondrous things about Joffrey, and while he showed himself charming and gallant at the start he lied to the King and did nothing when Queen Cersei had Lady killed.

The Tarly’s seat (that Dickon would inherit someday) was Hornhill said to be a beautiful keep in the Reach. The South had always been her dream, and Hornhill was surely lovely, full of flowers and frutal trees of all kinds but, at the same time she felt weary, the South wasn’t kind to the Starks it hadn’t been kind to her gentle and beautiful Lady.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the sounds of the horses’ hoots thuding against the fresh summer snow that coated lightly the soil of the King’s Road. Her lady mother instructed Rickon to stand straight and checked once more Arya was in her proper place beside her. Strangely enough her usually unruly sister had dressed without making a fuss and was in her very best behavior.

Two guards entered the courtyard carrying the banner with a red hunter against the green field that was the Tarly’s sigil, right behind him a giant of a man (though definetly shorter than Ser Gregor Clegane) with a balding head, close trimmed beard and stern square face rode a magnificent black stallion, she guessed he was Lord Randyll Tarly.

Beside him a tall and handsome boy of golden hair and blue eyes, a shade or two darker than her own riding a dark brown horse. That was him, her stomach knotted, that was Dickon Tarly.

The golden hair reminded her of Joffrey for a moment, but the two boys had nothing else in common, where Joffrey had been lean and delicate Dickon was broad and strong looking, his face was square like his Lord’s father but without the sterness, he lacked completely the easy charm and authority Joffrey had displayed, Dickon had an aura of awkwardness around him… but he also looked surprisingly gentle.

Her eyes met with his for a moment, and she almost giggles at the expression in his face (mouth agape, blue eyes open wide and color rising in his cheeks) she lowered her eyes to prevent in but still a smile broke into her face. He, this possible new bethroted of hers, was strangely endearing.



Robb didn’t like this boy, he was blond like a Lannister and that foolish expression he made at the sight of his sister! He was most probably as craven as that bastard prince Joffrey.

His Lord father had told him about Joffrey’s supposed cruelty and how badly he would have treated his sweet sister, and asked him to keep and observant eye on the Tarly boy, his first impression of the blond boy had been completely unflattering, but that didn’t mean he was opposed to a more through inspection in the courtyard, if the boy wasn’t at least passable with the sword then he was not deserving of Sansa, she needed someone strong enough to protect her.

After the small feast his father had thrown in the honor of the Tarlys, during which Robb had to escort Lady Talla Tarly, a sweet little girl as timid as princess Myrcella had been. Robb asked Lord Dickon to spar with him in the courtyard, his mother had shot him a disapproving glare but Lord Tarly had seemed eager for his son to accept, and when Dickon finally did Lord Tarly insisted on watching.

“I’ll fetch the padded armors” Ser Rodrick said.

“There’s no need for that” Lord Tarly stepped out blocking Winterfell’s Maester at Arms way “My heir knows well the blows of the wooden sword, he is a Tarly of Hornhill and needs padded armors as much as Winterfell’s heir”

Robb nodded “We’ll do it the way Lord Tarly desires Ser Rodrick” he took one of the wooden swords in the rack and swung it with ease from side to side “‘Tis are but wooden swords, no real harm can be done with them”

Blond haired Dickon took a sword of his own and they began at Ser Rodrick’s comand. Robb’s first blow was packed with as much strenght as he could muster but the Tarly boy stopped it easily with his own shield and gave his own blow, Robb barely avoided to take it in full force, begrudgingly he admited the hit would have probably made him drop his sword, the boy two years his junior was taller than him and now that he was really looking at him Robb realised he and the bastard Lannister had nothing in common but the hair color, the Tarly had strong arms and broad shoulders.

Both had taken numerous blows, but now the sun was setting and soon they would be called for supper, Robb was sure his Lady mother wouldn’t take kindly to ther future Warden of the North supping with sweat deipping down the table, much less in font of guests. And even if Lord Tarly ad been very insistent, his father had insisted both of them needed food and some rest, at the end he had to admit the boy was very good, Robb had still won most of the matches but in a few years maybe the lad will give him a run for his money.

“Your swordmanship is very good” Robb said while both, he and Dickon put their swords in their rack.

The boy looked surprised and almost bashful before his face split in a grin “Thank you! I– I mean thank you m'lord, it was an honor”

He shook his head “It’s fine you needn’t be so formal, I had a very good time” then feeling mischevious leaned closed so only Dickon could hear “but if you ever harm my sister I’m afraid the next time our swords cross it won’t be fun…well at least for you” The boy nodded fervently, he wasn’t scared as Robb was aiming, he seemed almost solemn “I would never dare m'lord” And that’s the moment Robb thought mayhaps the boy would make him a fine goodbrother.



Arya glared at the blond haired prick sitted beside her sister, he was such a ridiculous fool, all stamering and blushing like a maid. Not for the first time she wished Jon was here so they could both laugh at the fool.

Robb seemed to like him well enough, but then again Robb had never dealt with Joffrey, he didn’t know how those kind of monsters would act all sweet and knightly with Sansa and then sent someone to murder common boys like her friend Mycah.

She rememberd how her father had talked with her after she had screamed at Sansa on their way back home because her sister ever the perfect lady had insisted on praying for the souls of the Lannisters.

“He is a liar, and so was the Queen and her brother! Why waste her tears and prayers on them? They also killed Lady!”

Her father had looked her in the eye and said very patiently “That may be so, but Tommen and Myrcella were completely innocent, your sister has a good soul if she can forgive them for the harm they caused her”

“I know she does” she sighed “It’s just irritating how blind she was! Joffrey would have been awful to her and then I would have killed him, I was going to anyway”

“You musn’t speak like that, taking a life is no easy matter and should not be taking lightly. Instead of thinking such a things you should try to help your sister like I told you before you need each other, if your sister is blind to other’s faults then be her eyes”

And that’s what she was doing, Sansa sometimes irritated her to no end, but there were times she was pretty funny, and even if they fought constantly Arya still loved her, and she would ever allow her sister to marry a prick like Joffrey so she was using the abilities Syrio had taught her, she observed and waited, she even dressed in that stupid uncomfortable wool dress she hated and behave the best she could just so she wouldn’t draw attention to herself. She had watched him in the courtyard with Robb, he was awfully clumsy but also strong, nothing impressing for strenght was nothing against tha dance of swords Syrio was teaching her.

So after supper she followed him silent as a cat, like she did back in the Red Keep, and followed the blond Tarly to his chambers.

Swiftly she cornered him agaist the door pressing the tip of Needle to his doublet.

“M'Lady!” he squealed surprised and frightened in equal meassures.

She glared at him “ I just want you to know I’ll be watching you, and if you are anything like Joffrey or make Sansa cry you’ll end up full of holes, I may not be strong like you but I’m quicker”

“I would never do any harm to Lady Sansa” he said “but if I do you have my permission to do as you please m'lady”

She drew back Needle “I don’t need your permission”

“I-I know” and then added with a timid smile “That’s a nice sword, did your Lord father gave it to you?”

She shook her head “My brother Jon, he is at the Wall”

“My older brother Sam– I mean Samwell is at the Wall as well though he didn’t left me such a nice gift, he didn’t even said goodbye”

The sadness in his face and voice made Arya feel uncomfortable, she knew what it was like to miss a brother but if Jon hadn’t even said goodbye… It wasn’t fair! He was supposed to be awful but he was not, he was actually pretty likeable, irritatingly nice just like Sansa.

“I think you should ask my father about him, he went at the Wall to see Jon”

His stupid face cheered up instantly “I will, thank you m'lady”

And with a groan Arya left.



After breaking their fast on the morrow Robb took the Tarly oy to the kennels were their direwolves were kept, their mother had instructed them to leave them there as to not to starttle the Tarlys, but Dickon had showed a lot of interest in seeing them and Robb really enjoyed the boy’s company, besides it would be amusing if he got scared.

Figures Rickon and Bran had beat them there and were feeding their pups.

“Why did you come here?” asked little Rickon as the young Tarly had at least reached out to pet Greywind.

Dickon blushed “ I– w-well, m-my Lord father–”

Taking pity on him Robb answered “Father is seeking to make a match between him and Sansa”

“What does that mean Bran?” he asked turning to his brother who was sitting in a chair beside him.

“Father wants Sansa to marry them when they are older, and Sansa will become the lady of Hornhill.” Bran explained.

“And where is that?”

“In the Reach, very far away in the south”

Rickon furrowed his brow and turned towards Dickon.

“You can’t take my sister to the South!” he threw himself at Dickon and began to hit him where he could reach “she just came back, you can’t!”

Luckily Robb intervened before Shaggydog could involve himself on that fight. But now Rickon was trashing and crying in Robb’s arms.

“I’m afraid I don’t really have a say in that, but if LadySansa goes with me back to Hornhill I promise we’ll come visit as often as possible, and if your Lord father allows it maybe you cam visit as well m'lord, Hornhill has big forests and lots of hills I am sure your direwolves would like them very much.”

Rickon looked at him distrustfully “You would?”

“Yes m'lord”

“See Rickon?” said Bran ruffled his little brother’s hair “There’s nothing to worry about, and if there was well even if I can’t promise I could be of any use Summer could”

Even though Bran was smiling Robb shuddered a little, well better for the lad to be warned.



That evening Dickon would spend some time in the company of Lady Sansa, his father had pressed him to behave as the heir of Hornhill would (he still wasn’t really sure what that meant, he knew his obligations and tried his very best to be as strong as his father wanted but what did an heir exactly meant?) and his mother told him to be charming and gallant (he also didn’t know exactly how to be those, specially around pretty Lady Sansa, he could barely speak a word to her without blushing!) she even had him wear his finest doublet the emerald silk one with his house’s huntsman embroidered in small rubies on the left side of his chest.

When he entered Lady Stark’s solar she was already there with her Septa that was to chaperone them, her direwolf the smallest and prettiest of the pack in his opinion at her feet, she was singing and sewing. The song was not familiar to him– but then again he didn’t knew a lot of songs, his father said the heir of Hornhill had no time for songs and stupid stories– but he liked the sound of it.

“Sansa” the Septa called “Lord Tarly has arrived”

The girl raised her beautiful clear blue eyes at him and smiled. Dickon’s cheeks grew warm.

She stood and curtisied prettily at him “Good evening m'lord, you must forgive my rudeness”

He bowed, damning his clumsiness and lack of grace “N-no– I mean it’s fine. You-you did nothing wrong m'lady”

She smiled and prompted him to sit in front of her.

“Er- you have a lovely voice, what song were you singing m'lady?”

“Thank you m'lord, it was “The Winter Maid” is not a very popular song so maybe that is why you didn’t knew of it” “I really don’t know much about songs”

She stared at him very solemnly “Do they displease you?”

“No” he rushed to say “They please me well enough, it’s just that my Lord father doesn’t think I should spend a lot of time with songs and stories, I liked when my brother read them to me though” he said wistfully.

“If you want I could sing them for you” she offered timidly, her cheeks flushed.

He nodded dumbly, now he understood why the Starks were so protective over Lady Sansa she was so sweet and pretty surely no treasure in the North could compare to her. And really what were a few threats (that he himself would do when the time came for his father to seek matches for his little sisters) if he could have that smile and bright blue eyes?


So basically Ned got out of KL with Arya and Sansa after Robert muredred Cersei and her children, Robb never called the bannerman,Cat is back in WF, Bran and Rickon are alive and well and safe in WF. Ned went to the wall and told Jon about R+L=J but he still decided to stay in the wall, Ned meets Sam who talks great stuff about lil’ bro Dickon, and as Sansa is still sad about all the awful stuff that happened and wants to look for a good match for her as he promised he decides to invite the Tarly to WF. WW are not a thing cuz everyone lives happily ever after, and I know this doesn’t make any political sense and Randyll wouldn’t go all the way to WF (or maybe he would? i mean is a very good match and Sansa is a highborn lady of a very old and respectable house so Idk?) but politics and that stuff don’t matter in Denial Town.

manbunjon  asked:

game of thrones!

Eeeee of course XD 

1. Sansa Stark
— the queen of my heart; the only queen I’ll acknowledge. my light, my life, my one and only love.

2. Arya Stark
— my warrior princess. she’s mulan and i’m mushu, and i’m just so proud of my baby going out there killing everyone. 

3. Jon Snow
— my broody angry kitten. he tries so hard and does so much. he honestly just deserves a holiday (preferably with my queen). 

4. Brienne of Tarth
— my knight in shining armour. i would kill for her. or let her kill for me. i don’t know. she’s so strong yet so vulnerable. massive hearts.

5. Cersei Lannister
— the most snarky, evil badass bitch. there’s never a dull moment when she’s on screen. she is wonderful.

6. Robb Stark
— he deserved better. all he wanted was love and happiness and safety. the king of my heart.

7. Jaime Lannister
— he’s my problematic fav aka he really needs to break out and let his real true colours show. we all know you’re a good guy, jaime. act like one. 

8. Daenerys Targaryen
— my fiery bratty princess. honey, you’re a villain and you know it. embrace the fire and blood of your house. let it rain, girl. let it rain!

9. Olenna Tyrell
— the dowager queen of badassery and sass. *sends out fireworks for our grandmother forever*

10. Tormund Giantsbane
— my big ginger giant. you make me laugh in the most depressing show. what a man! 

To be fair, these are all subject to change in terms of order except for the Top 4 (my children), and honourable mentions include Tywin, Ygritte, Sam and the rest of the Starklings, but these 10 characters are so interesting. I love them all! ^_^ 

+ send me a show and i will list my top 10 + 

anonymous asked:

Jon is born with silver hair and purple eyes and Sansa is the one to take after her Aunt Lyanna.

To be honest, it took me a while to figure out how this would be different from any other “Jon is raised somewhere other than Winterfell” AU, but then I realized how much Sansa have the Stark looks might impact her time in King’s Landing. Also ended up exploring a little of Sansa and Arya’s relationship if they’d stayed together.

This just keeps growing and growing, so there will definitely be a part 2.

Trigger warnings: physical assault via Joffrey and Robert Baratheon lusting after girls young enough to be his daughter.

Echoes of Yesterday

Though it meant an end to her naiveté, to having her idealistic dreams crash down around her, Sansa didn’t long trust in her princely betrothed and his mother, the Queen. After King Robert began lavishing her with uncomfortable amounts of attention and waxing poetic about her resemblance to her Aunt Lyanna, his wife’s veneer of gracious courtesy proved itself a flimsy thing. The queen made little effort to hide her scorn, and soon enough, the ladies of court and the crown prince followed suit. Though Joffrey didn’t yet make his penchant of cruelty clear, he seemed to delight in every sneer and discourtesy. It was Cersei’s snide remarks that made her realize it was desire and not just nostalgia that motivated the king  to look at her the way he did, to lean too close and compare her too often to a woman dead before Sansa’s birth.

It wasn’t long after the Hand’s Tourney that everything came to a head, an evening when Robert leaned just a little too close, wine heavy on his breath as he said yet again invoked her aunt’s name, “You’re so much like her, girl. Like sweet Lyanna was born again.”

That was the moment when everyone’s masks began to fully crack, when there was a flash of pure hate and disgust across Cersei’s haughty features, where there was an anger like she had never seen in her father’s face, as he hastily excused them and had Jory escort her to bed.

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blacksmithgendry  asked:

sis tell me about your top 5 Arya moments and quotes pls. your wisdom is much needed in these trying times :D

alright lets do this: 

“The wolf blood.” Arya remembered now. “I’ll be as strong as Robb. I said I would.” She took a deep breath, then lifted the broomstick in both hands and brought it down across her knee. It broke with a loud crack, and she threw the pieces aside. I am a direwolf, and done with wooden teeth.”

I feel like such a cliche with this one but its a classic for a reason lol. theres nothing about this scene i don’t love. all the nature imagery for starters: the sound of the wind and the water. the eyes of the gods peering into arya as she kneels before the heart tree, asking for their help. and then! “ from somewhere out in the world, came the long lonely howl of a wolf” and arya feels lightheaded. i don’t think she’s actually hearing nymeria either. she’s warging her wolf. the best part is the old gods actually communicating with arya, obviously. i will never stop stressing this because ?? it literally never happens in any other scene?? this is the most northern thing ever too and it happens in the middle of the riverlands. it has huge significance for arya’s identity arc as well. she starts to doubt herself here. after hearing the news that winterfell has been burned and her little brothers are dead but the gods intervene and with ned’s voice reminding arya of who she is and where she belongs she finds the strength to carry on. its just an intense and beautiful scene.

She looked at their filthy hair and scraggly beards and reddened eyes, at their dry, cracked, bleeding lips. Wolves, she thought again. Like me. Was this her pack? How could they be Robb’s men? She wanted to hit them. She wanted to hurt them. She wanted to cry. They all seemed to be looking at her, the living and the dead alike.

this moment is so important to me. its so important to the story. arya has seen so much of the war. she’s fought in the battles. she’s seen the dead bodies and burned villages. she’s seen all this death and destruction. and its mostly from the lannisters. but then she starts too see a lot of the evil the northmen are doing too. and it breaks arya’s heart. she’s so ashamed. but its an inevitable truth of war, unfortunately. i like to harp on this a lot but the truth is very important in arya’s story so this is something she has to see. she hates these men for what they’ve done. they’re supposed to be her people but they have betrayed everything she stands for. but all the same, she shows them mercy. the villagers yell at her to stop but she fills her own cup until its brimming over with water. while standing on gendrys shoulders (yes this detail is important) she pours it over the first man. and she does it all again for the other two. these men are criminals. they’re in disgusting shape, naked and filthy. but arya is still able to do and watch as they’re given mercy via anguy’s arrows without flinching. she feels duty bound to give them one last drink of water but she doesn’t make excuses for these men. this shows the huge potential in arya to become a great leader. the experience is so valuable as well. all these lessons the war taught her will effect how she rules in the future.

Arya put her lips to his ear. “It’s Jaqen H'ghar.”
Even in the burning barn, with walls of flame towering all around and him in chains, he had not seemed so distraught as he did now. “A girl … she makes a jest.”
“You swore. The gods heard you swear.”

she 👏 did 👏 that 👏 arya played a faceless man like it was nothing. she is the damn champ. and this is only in the second book. now that she’s had faceless men training herself arya going to be a an even bigger force to be reckoned with. but yeah this is just one of the best tricks in asoiaf. jaqen really thought he had the power and arya just switched it up before he knew what was happening. i love how the three wishes trope is used with all the power of names business. its very old school. the entire “only death may pay for life” stuff is my favorite too. i even like all the weasel soup stuff that follows even though its horrifying. “a girl should be bloody too. this is her work” but like my last point, thats a lesson arya learns from. she’s cunning and clever and a very quick study. i love her.

“I’m sorry, my lady.” Arya suddenly felt bad for her, and ashamed. “I’m sorry I tore the acorn dress too. It was pretty.”
“Yes, child. And so are you. Be brave.”

when i started this i said i wasn’t going to include any arya/gendry moments but i lied to my damn self. kinda. this is only partially about the otp. i love this entire chapter because its pretty different from a lot of arya’s. the theme of love and romance is really strong (i wonder why?) her interactions with lady smallwood are beautiful. the dialogue between them is great and this woman treats her so kindly. arya’s so responsive to that. we see her open up to lady smallwood. unlike with the highborn women she grew up with. she even says the acorn dress is pretty in the end. the “be brave” just destroys me. and arya even remembers the lady who said she was pretty at acorn hall. theres the wrestling and the song :) i mean what can i say that i havent said a hundred times before? arya and gendry are gonna fall in love. another fave bit is when harwin says “arya was much the same at winterfell” after her and gendry play fight. which shows that she can be her true self with him. he even says just arya when asking if she wants to see the forge with him. she’s not in survival mode or hiding her identity. she’s just arya. and he’s gendry. and they’re beautiful.

… but it wasn’t.
Needle was Robb and Bran and Rickon, her mother and her father, even Sansa. Needle was Winterfell’s grey walls, and the laughter of its people. Needle was the summer snows, Old Nan’s stories, the heart tree with its red leaves and scary face, the warm earthy smell of the glass gardens, the sound of the north wind rattling the shutters of her room. Needle was Jon Snow’s smile. He used to mess my hair and call me "little sister,” she remembered, and suddenly there were tears in her eyes.

ah, needle. i couldn’t not include this scene, ya know? i tear up every time i read it. i love the dark, watery atmosphere of braavos. its the perfect backdrop for this scene which is essentially a rebirth. arya is told by the kindly man she must rid herself of her possessions. thats the first step. the next will be her body and her feelings and, ultimately, her future. so she takes everything out into the night and stands at the waters edge and throws it all in; her little trinkets and even her clothes. everything except needle. she can’t part with it. that sword is a symbol of everything that makes arya stark. its such a profound moment for an identity arc. when we’re stripped bare, what makes us who we are? and this is what makes arya: her mother and her father. her brothers and her sister. old nan’s stories. her home and its people. jon snow’s smile. (and i am actually tearing up now as i type this lmao) thats who she is and arya cannot give that up. she thinks the old gods wanted her to have needle. the many faced god can’t have it. so arya hides needle. she conceals it from the faceless men and buries those memories deep in her heart. with a promise that one day she’ll be back for them all. and that day will be the day i die.

imagine: daenerys arrives at dragonstone after planning her voyage across the narrow sea to claim her “rightful” place as ruler of the seven kingdoms on the iron throne for several years.

she hears of the king in the north, a fierce fighter and a strong leader. she needs this man to bend the knee so that she can secure the north under her rule, so she asks for tyrion to send a raven.


seated at the high table at winterfell, robb absorbs the words on the scroll he holds before him once more. he had read it several times now. this “queen” was demanding his alliegence, his people, the north.

“after all the north has endured, after all our people have suffered and bled, I am expected to fall to my knees, hand over my kingdom and kiss her arse?” the king lifts his strong jaw and looks to his wife, roslin, seated next to him. she runs her hand over her swollen belly and gazes at her husband with soft eyes.

he glances back at the scroll, thinking of the time tyrion had helped his brother, bran. he is not a bad man - not as bad the rest of his family, anyway - but whether this targaryen is different from her mad father, it did not matter. the north would not fall under the rule of a southern monarch again. especially a targaryen.

‘my dear father’, he thinks. ‘his own father and his brother were murdered by the mad king, a targaryen, this “queens” father’.

he hears the opening of doors and footsteps and looks up to find his sister, sansa, enter the great hall. she approaches him with a gentle smile. he returns it.

“you sent for me?” she came to a stop before the table, giving her curtisies to the king and queen.

“yes,” robb sighs. he extends his arm for her to to take the scroll, so she steps forward to retrieve it. her eyes scan the words before finding his once again.


robb sends an emissary on his behalf. he would not leave his people, especially with the great threat looming ever closer. if this “queen” did not agree to his terms and was so desperate to claim the north, she could come to him and tell him herself. with all that is going on, he did not have time for her supposed claims over the seven kingdoms; there were lives to be saved and plans to be prepared.


daenerys isn’t happy that it was not the king himself she receives, but those who go in his place explain that king robb would not leave his home and his people to meet with a complete stranger demanding his kingdom.

she throws around her titles and spews that she in not someone to simply push aside, that she is the rightful ruler blah blah blah. the northernmen stand, stoic and uncaring, saying nothing until she finishes.

“king robb has certain terms he hopes you will meet,” one of the men says, revealing a scroll.

robb wants her help in the great war to come; her dragons are vital, and her numbers are vast. it’ll take more than his brother and best fighter, jon, and all their men if this war is to be won. daenerys has an advantage the north and the realm in general would greatly benefit from.


when his men return from meeting daenerys targaryen, robb is overlooking a dark and cold winterfell buried in snow. his people are gathering the food they can, stocking up and trying to keep warm.

'the storm is coming,’ he thinks as he casts his eyes toward the sky.


after all that had gone on, the wolf king of the north finally manages to strike a deal with daenerys targaryen. robb thinks very little of her. sure, he respects her rise to power and how she got where she did, but she’s entitled and demanding, and she would not be taking his home.

daenerys targaryen was to fight for westeros in the great war. after the war is won, the north will respect her “claim” as queen, but only in the south. they would not involve themselves in the overthrowing of queen cersei: instead, the north would stay in the north. robb refuses to send anymore of his men into battle: there has been enough bloodshed.

daenerys may take the south, but she will never touch the north. the north is where the wolves roam, and they will roam free.

now and always.

siriustopsremus  asked:

Robb Stark from GoT

Originally posted by imagineseverywhere

Robb Stark? Do you mean the King of my heart?

I had a whole fic series planned, with two chapters already written out. And it was actually only recently that I decided to revisit it, but change the characters. 

I also have some Robb/Renley. Robb/Jon. And a fic where Arya visits Robb at the Twins years after he was killed.

So, under the cut, is the first chapter of the fic I began writing (five years ago).

From the Depths

summary: Before going off to war, the Queen of the Southron Realm seeks an alliance with the Young Wolf. Robb Stark / OFC

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anonymous asked:

I was thinking about D&D knowing endgame while writing S2. Makes me think of the book vs. show changes during the Battle of Blackwater. Show!Sansa spent more time with Cersei and the scared women. Sansa, acting more a good queen than Cersei, tried to comfort the scared women. I feel strongly there will be a mirror to this for Sansa in S7 or S8 during the battle against the WW. Sansa, again, coming off better fitting the role of a good, strong queen, maybe even contrasted to another queen again

Thanks for the question.

The short answer is yes, I agree with you that the Battle of Blackwater was a foreshadowing of events that will happen during the great war.

But, if you’ll just bear with me a little while longer, I also have a long answer. 

Ok, let’s start 😉

Sansa is an integral part of her family and her role will be crucial as much as Jon, Bran and Arya.

She will be the one to protect Winterfell during the Great War.

GRRM showed us what can happen if no one is left to guard their home during a war, so the Starks won’t make the same mistake again.

I’m talking about Robb losing Winterfell during the Five Kings War: Robb left the castle to Bran, who was not a bad Lord of Winterfell just too young to defend the castle. True Bran was not alone, but even with some help both in the books and in the show taking Winterfell for Theon was a piece of cake when Bran was in charge.

If there’s a lesson to be learned from what happened to Robb is that a castle without someone strong enough to take the responsibility to defend the castle walls can be easily conquered by ill-intentioned.

And in wartime, while men fight away from home, day after day there are more and more ill-intentioned around.

Sansa now has power enough to be that person.

And she will not only have to protect Winterfell from external threats if needed she will also have to keep their people alive.

Jon will fight the NK and I think Bran will fight too, somehow ( I have no idea and I’m so curious what will be Arya’s role) but not everyone will go to the War.

Women, children and old people will stay home and they will need someone to protect, help and comfort them because like Lord Cerwyn said:

Winter has come.

If the maesters are right, it’ll be the coldest one in a thousand years.

If Winterfell won’t be ready to face the winter people will die and at the end of the war there will be no one left at home.

So, like you said, Sansa will need to be the good and strong ruler that will keep everyone together and alive at home.

I also want to add that not only the Battle of Blackwater foreshadow that Sansa will be a good queen in the time of need, she is so connected to Winterfell ( she is the key to the North, she built a snow castle of Winterfell in the Vale, she was willing to fight or die trying to take back the castle from Ramsey ) that imo she will continue to be the Queen in the North ( she already is in a way, not officially but de facto).

Now about this:

maybe even contrasted to another queen again   

tbh I think there is already a contrast with another queen.

Not in the show yet, but fans already see it.

If you look around you’ll easily find Sansa haters who will tell you she is no Queen and these same people will tell you that Danielle will rule the 7K.

Personally I think this contrast will soon be in the show too.

Because what I think Sansa wants is a free North and her family safe, but with Danielle set to conquer the 7K, her misguided belief that she has a right to impose summary justice and considering how much she loves barbecue I can’t foresee a friendship between these 2 queens.

Maybe they will form an alliance in the beginning for the greater good ( Jon will go to DS after all and I’m sure he will go as representative of the North and as possible ally), but it won’t last if Danielle will keep her attitude to take what she thinks is hers with fire and blood.

More Stark/Martell comparisons

“This is what I have to do. For Dorne. For my father. For Cletus and Will and Maester Kedry.”

“They’re dead,” said Gerris. “They won’t care.”

“All dead,” Quentyn agreed. “For what? To bring me here, so I might wed the dragon queen. A grand adventure, Cletus called it. Demon roads and stormy seas, and at the end of it the most beautiful woman in the world. A tale to tell our grandchildren. But Cletus will never father a child, unless he left a bastard in the belly of that tavern wench he liked. Will will never have his wedding. Their deaths should have some meaning.”

A Dance With Dragons, The Spurned Suitor

“Peace,” said her uncle Brynden. “Peace is sweet, my lady … but on what terms? It is no good hammering your sword into a plowshare if you must forge it again on the morrow.”

“What did Torrhen and my Eddard die for, if I am to return to Karhold with nothing but their bones?” asked Rickard Karstark.

“Aye,” said Lord Bracken. “Gregor Clegane laid waste to my fields, slaughtered my smallfolk, and left Stone Hedge a smoking ruin. Am I now to bend the knee to the ones who sent him? What have we fought for, if we are to put all back as it was before?”

A Game of Thrones, Catelyn XI

“Are you hungry, my prince?”

“I have hungered for a long time. Though not for food. Pray tell me, when will the justice be served?”

A Storm of Swords, Tyrion V

The yellow skull was melting too, and the kindliest old man that she had ever seen was smiling down at her. “No one has ever tried to eat my worm before,” he said. “Are you hungry, child?”

Yes, she thought, but not for food.

A Feast for Crows, Arya I

Of course we have Ellaria and Catelyn’s famous monologues, but I also like the comparison of Catelyn and Doran, both who have a strong desire for justice to be served, but their need for vengeance is tempered by their duty to those they feel responsible for. For Catelyn, she does seem concerned with all the deaths war would cause,

“Robb, if that sword could bring him back, I should never let you sheathe it until Ned stood at my side once more … but he is gone, and a hundred Whispering Woods will not change that. Ned is gone, and Daryn Hornwood, and Lord Karstark’s valiant sons, and many other good men besides, and none of them will return to us. Must we have more deaths still?”

A Game of Thrones, Catelyn XI

but her family’s livelihood takes far greater precedence to her than the potential innocent lives lost in a conflict. Her chapters are full of these two conflicting desires: to take vengeance (killing Jaime, for example), or protect the lives of her children. And she chooses her love for and duty to her children every time…until she no longer has children.

“If I could wish the Kingslayer back in chains I would. You freed him without my knowledge or consent … but what you did, I know you did for love. For Arya and Sansa, and out of grief for Bran and Rickon. Love’s not always wise, I’ve learned. It can lead us to great folly, but we follow our hearts … wherever they take us. Don’t we, Mother?" 

A Storm of Swords, Catelyn II

"She wants her son alive, or the men who killed him dead,” said the big man. “She wants to feed the crows, like they did at the Red Wedding. Freys and Boltons, aye.

A Feast for Crows, Brienne VIII

Doran is very similar to Catelyn in this: grief fueling his vengeance, and the only thing that stays his hand is the innocent lives he is responsible for: not just his own children, but all the people of Dorne.

As the children splashed in the pools, Daenerys watched from amongst the orange trees, and a realization came to her. She could not tell the highborn from the low. Naked, they were only children. All innocent, all vulnerable, all deserving of long life, love, protection. ‘There is your realm,’ she told her son and heir, 'remember them, in everything you do.’ My own mother said those same words to me when I was old enough to leave the pools. It is an easy thing for a prince to call the spears, but in the end the children pay the price. For their sake, the wise prince will wage no war without good cause, nor any war he cannot hope to win.

A Dance with Dragons, The Watcher

The biggest difference between the two is that Catelyn commits to vengeance when she thinks she has no more children, and therefore nothing to temper her and nothing to lose, while Doran commits to his vengeance when he thinks his irreconcilable desires are now reconcilable: that he can have his vengeance with minimal bloodshed thanks to Daenerys and her dragons. 

The board is set going into TWOW, and Doran has a lot to lose. Will he react to Quentyn’s death like Catelyn would, and hold his other children closer, or will he react as Robb, to fight not just for justice, but to give Quentyn’s death meaning? 

anyways I appreciate Osha so much she is honestly one of my favorite minor characters and such a good example of how deep Stark loyalty runs. Osha was a wildling who tried to kill Bran, but once she was shown mercy by Robb she became Bran’s fiercest protector. She took him and his brother out of Winterfell when Theon captured it, she was a constant reassuring and grounding figure to both boys, she saw to their needs above her own, she took care of their beloved maester in his final moments. Then when the time came that it was clear that their paths must split, Osha left Bran with people she trusted and took Rickon to Skagos, and what she hoped would be a safe place.

She is patient and strong and so fiercely loyal to these two boys, she would do and has done anything to take care of them, and I’m just so emotional about it. 

Game of Thrones Theory

Spoilers for Season 5 Episode 10: Mother’s Mercy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Still here? 


Ok, the character of Melisandre has always really bothered me. I’m a staunch atheist, and I’m not exactly a fan of the divine intervention and fanatical religious tactics that the Red Priestess regularly employs. That said, she’s arguably the most successful character on the show, aside from perhaps Littlefinger. 

She started a slave. By embracing the Lord of Light, she improved her lot and managed to gain a tremendous amount of power and influence over a powerful and influential man, Stannis. In a society that oppresses women in a million different ways, that’s pretty damn impressive. 

Religion is a big part of the world of Game of Thrones. Most of the characters have some sort of religion. In 95% of cases, the characters pray to their respective gods, the Old and the New, and shit still happens. That’s part of the joy of being on a TV show based on a book series written by George R R Martin. It reflects normal life– people believe or don’t believe, pray or don’t pray, and both good and bad things happen. 

Sansa prays to the Old Gods, and half of her family still ends up dead. The High Sparrow holds an even more powerful position than Melisandre; he has the authority to bring down members of the royal family. Yet, for all his prayers for the common people, are they any better off? Most of those seen mocking Cersei during her Walk of Atonement looked rather worse for wear. 

However, Melisandre’s prayers don’t seem to go unanswered. Her visions come to pass; she said that he would betray himself and his family back in Season 2. By using Gendry’s blood, she managed to kill Stannis’ two greatest threats: Joffrey and Robb Stark. She even killed Renly with a fucking shadow assassin, to which she had given birth. 

Only once before has she notably failed: the Battle of Blackwater. Davos convinced Stannis to leave her behind, but should that have mattered? She killed Renly at a distance. She performed the magic that killed Robb Stark and Joffrey from afar. Shouldn’t the Lord of Light be able to hear her anywhere? 

And now, once more, she has failed during a battle. And this time, there’s no retreat to fight another day– Stannis is dead. The army is decimated. She can’t even attempt to seize control of the remnants. And there’s one major, blaring difference between this instance and the Battle of Blackwater: 

Melisandre was there, at first, until things went downhill. She sacrificed Shireen, Stannis’ own daughter, king’s blood. The first time, she had predictions, but no blood magic. We’ve already established that the distance conditionality has to be complete bullshit. Her magic (or her God’s magic) can work at a distance. 

Here’s my theory: Regardless of the validity of Melisandre’s faith and god, she has strong magical abilities. She used Stannis to gain power and further her own goals, but she never thought he was the Prince That Was Promised. 

She sincerely seems to serve the Lord of Light. If she wants to precipitate the coming of the Lord’s Chosen, she needs to get challengers out of the way. Stannis provided a method by which to do so: in his bid for the Iron Throne, he would need to take out contenders like Renly and Robb Stark, who were in the way. 

Renly and Robb were lesser threats. Renly didn’t have proper military experience to be a serious threat to the Throne, and Robb had no ambitions beyond the North. By clearing them out, Melisandre wasn’t actually putting Stannis in a position where he would actually have to rule.  Same goes for Joffrey– she managed to weaken the Lannister’s power by tearing apart the family. Tyrion, the true Lannister mastermind, was either to die or disappear; better yet, he did disappear and took out Tywin in doing so. A weak child was put on the throne in Joffrey’s place. And now, the Lannisters are a mess. When the true Lord’s Chosen comes along, he/she can simply topple the Lannisters with a single breath. 

Melisandre couldn’t risk Stannis actually succeeding in his bid for the Throne. That’s why she didn’t win him Blackwater. And that’s why she allowed for his army to fail against the Boltons, and for him to lose his life.

R’Hllor is supposed to be a god of life and light. In history and mythology, many gods are bloodthirsty, but many seem to frown upon the sacrifice of children, especially one’s own. The example recently brought up in regard to the sacrifice of Shireen is Agamemnon’s sacrifice of Iphigenia. Despite his sacrifice, Agamemnon met a fateful end. Tantalus was punished for eternity for sacrificing his own children to feed to Zeus. Stannis didn’t have good precedents.

Melisandre is a zealot, but hardly stupid or shortsighted in the least. She ought to have known that the sacrifice of Shireen would lose Stannis the support of half of his men (the unconverted ones). She could have foreseen it pushing Selyse over the edge. And maybe she even imagined it would anger the Lord of Light, so Stannis wouldn’t have his blessing in battle. Perhaps it was even an extreme version of the “Abraham and Isaac” scenario– only The Lord of Light (or at least Melisandre) was testing decency, not obedience or devotion. By agreeing to sacrifice his beloved daughter and only heir, Stannis proved he was not the true Prince That Was Promised, or even a worthy king. 

So who is the Prince That Was Promised? I have a couple of theories.

1. Daenerys Targaryen. She has all the fancy toys necessary to defeating the White Walkers. She has the bloodline and her heart is in the right place. But I can’t see Melisandre misleading Stannis for Daenerys, a woman she’s never met (as far as we know) or even mentioned. 

2. Jon Snow. She saw something in him when she met him. Every fan suspects that Jon Snow isn’t your run-of-the-mill bastard. He’s killed a White Walker, and he seemed to be the Night Watch’s best chance in winning that war. Would she lie and kill for Jon? If she were convinced he was worth it, yes, I think she would.

And now he’s dead. 

Yeah, right.

Melisandre abandoned Stannis and went straight to the Wall. She could have gone anywhere. At first blush, the decision to flee seems to indicate a desire for security. And the Wall is hardly more secure. If she wanted to be safe, she should have headed South.

Her predictions are pretty accurate. She may have foreseen his death. It’s not much of a stretch. And we know that Red Priests are capable of resurrecting the dead. Thoros of Myr did it. 


Maybe Jon Snow’s death is a necessary phase in his process of rebirth, so he can be unbound by his vows when he rises. If Jon is actually a secret Targaryen, recall the House’s words: “Fire and Blood.” George R R Martin said that Daenerys’ stunt at the end of Season 1 was a one-time, magical event made possible by blood magic and fire. 

If Melisandre feared for Jon’s life, the life of the true Prince That Was Promised, maybe she would have required a rather significant sacrifice to save him. 

Shireen provided the fire.

Jon provided the blood. 

It’s also possible that the Night’s Watch ends up burning his body. They don’t want him reanimating, of course. The prophecy also says that the Lord’s Chosen is born amidst “salt and smoke.” Burning the body would provide smoke. Not sure about the salt. Tears? Melisandre’s tears?

By blood and fire, Jon Snow will rise again as the Prince That Was Promised.

TL;DR: Melisandre never thought Stannis was the Prince That Was Promised; Jon is and she is acting in his interest. She made Stannis lose the Battle of Blackwater and Battle of Winterfell on purpose, to keep him from his goal of the throne, which she wants open for Jon. She will resurrect him by blood magic and fire, which will prove his Targaryen lineage. 

Now that Jon is back, I hope things get better for the Stark family.
I want him to avenge Ned’s death,to remind all those who humiliated and backstabbed him, all those who called him a traitor, that THE NORTH REMEMBERS.
I want him to make them cry tears of blood , those who tortured his sweet Sister Sansa, to make every tear of hers count.
I want them to slaughter those who betrayed his beloved brother Robb, The King in the North.
I want him to slit the throats of those who gave Catelyn that horrible, painful death.
I want Arya to come back to westeros,to The North where she belongs and I want Jon to hug her tight and tell her that everything will be alright, that she will be alright, that she doesn’t need to be no one, she doesn’t need to be anyone, beacause she is Arya Stark.
I want him to find Bran and Rickon and tell Bran how brave he is, how strong and how proud their Lord father would be of him
I Want Rickon to meet his elder siblings, the sweet child needs his family. He needs Jon , Sansa, Arya and Bran to tell him how much he was missed and how much he is loved.
I want Jon to avenge Ygritte, his beloved Ygritte. I want him to tear apart all those who have wronged his family. They shall suffer. They shall pay. Because THE NORTH REMEMBERS.