sigorn thenn

kemmlerthekitschmaster  asked:

Can you elaborate more on how the Alys-Sigorn wedding was awesome and its like a baby that conquered the world? I just really like Alys/Sigorn and want to hear more about it.

Whew, where to begin? The Alys-Sigorn wedding is IMO a strong candidate for “best scene in the series,” and it’s probably exhibit A in the case for ADWD as the best book in that series (give or take Dany X and the dragontaming). It’s the surest sign that GRRM still knows what he’s doing and that the sedimentary layers of story are producing more powerful moments as he goes. It’s such a narratively dense event with so many resonances that you could spend days teasing it apart. Here’s just a brief overview.  

At one level, the wedding symbolizes and enacts the alliance between the Stark North and the Free Folk, presided over by the Lord Commander of the Night’s Watch (himself having been raised in Winterfell, but also having ridden with the wildlings). It’s very ceremonial and ritualistic, GRRM taking his time setting it up and lingering on every detail so you really get what a momentous deal this is: a powerful wildling leader and the daughter of a significant Northern house joining to forge something new. This carries such weight with us because we’ve been living with this bitter divide and the knowledge of how longstanding and entrenched it is for multiple books. Climbing this hill seemed nigh-impossible back in ASOS when Stannis proposed it; now, we see a real ray of hope. And of course, this dovetails so beautifully with what happens at chapter’s end: the horn blast announcing Tormund Giantsbane’s arrival to cement that pact. 

This sense of harmonic resolution wouldn’t mean much, though, if it didn’t also extend to the bride and groom specifically. Alys coming to Jon (specifically as Ned’s son) and securing his help against Cregan and Arnolf marks a symbolic reconciliation between Houses Stark and Karstark. Instead of the latter house as an enemy, as they’ve been since early in ASOS, we now see them as a complex family riven by internal conflict, and there’s a chance to set things right. It helps, of course, that Alys is immediately one of the most lovable characters in the story: “Let him be scared of me.” As for Sigorn, his father died at Castle Black thanks to Jon’s defenses, and earlier in ADWD, Sigorn himself opposed assimilation to the point of threatening Jon’s life. Here, however, he brings the Thenns into the larger realm and makes a very moving peace–and of course he, too, is written to encourage empathy in the wedding scene, coming off nervous, awkward, and ultimately good-hearted. 

But what really makes this scene shine, undergirding and emphasizing all of the above, is the imagery. It…glows. 

And Melisandre said, “Let them come forth, who would be joined.” The flames cast her shadow on the Wall behind her, and her ruby gleamed against the paleness of her throat.

Jon turned to Alys Karstark. “My lady. Are you ready?”

“Yes. Oh, yes.”

“You’re not scared?”

The girl smiled in a way that reminded Jon so much of his little sister that it almost broke his heart. “Let him be scared of me.”The snowflakes were melting on her cheeks, but her hair was wrapped in a swirl of lace that Satin had found somewhere, and the snow had begun to collect there, giving her a frosty crown. Her cheeks were flushed and red, and her eyes sparkled.

“Winter’s lady.” Jon squeezed her hand.

The Magnar of Thenn stood waiting by the fire, clad as if for battle, in fur and leather and bronze scales, a bronze sword at his hip. His receding hair made him look older than his years, but as he turned to watch his bride approach, Jon could see the boy in him. His eyes were big as walnuts, though whether it was the fire, the priestess, or the woman that had put the fear in him Jon could not say. Alys was more right than she knew.

“Who brings this woman to be wed?” asked Melisandre.

“I do,” said Jon. “Now comes Alys of House Karstark, a woman grown and flowered, of noble blood and birth.” He gave her hand one last squeeze and stepped back to join the others.

“Who comes forth to claim this woman?” asked Melisandre.

“Me.” Sigorn slapped his chest. “Magnar of Thenn.”

“Sigorn,” asked Melisandre, “will you share your fire with Alys, and warm her when the night is dark and full of terrors?”

“I swear me.” The Magnar’s promise was a white cloud in the air. Snow dappled his shoulders. His ears were red. “By the red god’s flames, I warm her all her days.”

“Alys, do you swear to share your fire with Sigorn, and warm him when the night is dark and full of terrors?”

“Till his blood is boiling.” Her maiden’s cloak was the black wool of the Night’s Watch. The Karstark sunburst sewn on its back was made of the same white fur that lined it.

Melisandre’s eyes shone as bright as the ruby at her throat. “Then come to me and be as one.” As she beckoned, a wall of flames roared upward, licking at the snowflakes with hot orange tongues. Alys Karstark took her Magnar by the hand.

Side by side they leapt the ditch.

“Two went into the flames.” A gust of wind lifted the red woman’s scarlet skirts till she pressed them down again. “One emerges.” Her coppery hair danced about her head. “What fire joins, none may put asunder.”

This is hope rendered in radiant red and gold; this is what endgame looks like. We saw it, just a flash of it, as their leap (like Theon and Jeyne’s, several chapters later) reached its apex. This leap over the flames and everything that goes with it exists in defiance of the Long Night, in spite of the army of the dead. It’s a fire to circle around, a well from which to draw strength, and a foundation for what comes next. House Thenn’s sigil is appropriate; they represent the Dawn.

House Words Wednesdays: House Thenn

Welcome to House Words Wednesdays! Each week, I’ll take a House without known canon/semi-canon words and present what I think could make sense as that House’s motto. You’re free to suggest more as well; take a look at this link to see what has already been suggested, and shoot me a tweet or ask through Tumblr if you have another House you’d like to see. 

House Thenn is the second of the wildling “Houses” I am doing for House Words Wednesdays. Not that you would ever catch a wildling adopting words of his or her own: house words, like sigils and chivalry, are “southron” concepts utterly alien to the free folk culture. However, I thought the newly created House Thenn fitting to do because of its entry into this more “southron” world in ADWD. The Thenns are perhaps the most organized of the free folk inhabitants beyond the Wall: they have lords and laws, mine copper and tin, are equipped with simple shields, bronze helms, and bronze weapons, forge their own arms, and follow a supreme leader called the Magnar (which itself means “lord” in the Old Tongue). Still, lest it be thought the Thenns are mere transplants of noblemen south of the Wall, the Thenns deal more frequently with the giants than other wildlings do and consider their Magnar closer to a god than a mere liege lord.

In ADWD, the new Magnar of Thenn is young Sigorn, a fierce warrior at first reluctant to join his forces to those of the Night’s Watch, as his father was slain at the Battle of Castle Black. To win his support (and to save Alys Karstark from a forced marriage to her deplorable cousin Cregan), Jon arranges that Sigorn and Alys wed at Castle Black, in a R'hllor-ite ceremony conducted by Melisandre. To mark the creation of the new House Thenn, Jon has made for Sigorn a sigil: a bronze disk surrounded by red flames on a white field. The sigil recalls that of House Karstark - a white sunburst on a black field - as Alys is now head of the House (or at least while her brother Harrion’s fate remains unknown). At the same time, the sigil reflects the Thenn culture (the bronze disk) as well as the R'hllor-ite manner of the House’s creation (Melisandre being always associated with the color red and with fire).

In keeping with this “southron-ization” of the Thenns, I decided to make the words for the newly created House Thenn No Longer in Shadow. I wanted words that were related to the Karstark words (The Sun of Winter) but were at the same time their own motto. So, I thought, as the rising sun casts its light upon winter, so those who were once in shadow would find themselves bathed in its glow. Similarly, House Thenn has emerged from the obscurity of life beyond the Wall (living, so to speak, in the massive Wall’s shadow) to prominence in the North, ruling (at least in name) the important seat of Karhold. Moreover, I like these words for how they reflect the unity of humanity embodied in Alys and Sigorn. The misunderstood, shadowy enemy the “southron” people have to accept is not the Others, it’s the wildlings; only by standing together as a single human entity can humanity be preserved.

Let me know what you think of these words for the Thenns. Next week’s House for HWW goes to the complete opposite end of the Westerosi continent, familiar friends of the Princess Presumptive of Dorne.

The Queen Regent (NFriel)

6/30 - Your Favourite Moment From The Books/Show

*** I’ve not tagged this as a GoT spoiler as I highly bloody doubt any of this will make it into the show, just fyi.

THE WEDDING OF ALYS KARSTARK AND SIGORN THENN

“Jon turned to Alys Karstark. "My lady. Are you ready?’
‘Yes. Oh, yes.’
'You’re not scared?’
The girl smiled in a way that reminded Jon so much of his little sister that it almost broke his heart. ‘Let him be scared of me.’”

“The Magnar of Thenn stood waiting by the fire, clad as if for battle, in fur and leather and bronze scales, a bronze sword at his hip. His receding hair made him look older than his years, but as he turned to watch his bride approach, Jon could see the boy in him. His eyes were as big as walnuts, though whether it was the fire, the priestess, or the woman that had put the fear in him, Jon could not say.”

"Melisandre’s eyes shone as bright as the ruby at her throat. 'Then come to me and be as one.’ As she beckoned, a wall of flames roared upward, licking at the snowflakes with hot orange tongues. Alys Karstark took her Magnar by the hand.
Side by side they leapt the ditch.
'Two went into the flames.’ A gust of wind lifted the red woman’s scarlet skirts until she pressed them down again. 'One emerges.’ Her coppery hair danced about her head. 'What fire joins, none may put asunder.’
What fire joins, none may put asunder,' came the echo, from the queen’s men and Thenns and even a few of the black brothers.”

- Jon II, ADWD II

favourite show moment [here]

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Asoiaf meme (minor characters): (1/9) scenes ⟶ Alys Karstark’s marriage

And Melisandre said, “Let them come forth, who would be joined.” The flames cast her shadow on the Wall behind her, and her ruby gleamed against the paleness of her throat.

Jon turned to Alys Karstark. “My lady. Are you ready?”

“Yes. Oh, yes.”

“You’re not scared?”

The girl smiled in a way that reminded Jon so much of his little sister that it almost broke his heart. “Let him be scared of me.” The snowflakes were melting on her cheeks, but her hair was wrapped in a swirl of lace that Satin had found somewhere, and the snow had begun to collect there, giving her a frosty crown. Her cheeks were flushed and red, and her eyes sparkled.

“Winter’s lady.” Jon squeezed her hand. ― Jon X, A Dance with Dragons.

let him be scared of me

she awakens sore, but not in pain, the tender flesh between her legs stinging when she shifts in the furs.  she knows the difference.  she’d ridden that horse until it was near enough dead, ridden hard and fast through snow and it had made her legs weak and trembling to do it, but she’d done it.  she’d refused to be caught, refused to be some meek little mouse, a pawn in her uncle’s greed. when she’d ridden, she’d awoken sore, and in pain, every muscle in her body protesting the cold, the hunger, the fact that now that she’d awoken it was time to get on her horse again.

she shifts again and it stings again and she opens her eyes and looks at him.

her husband is asleep, lying on his side like a babe, knees curled up towards his chest, hands beneath the pillows.  it must keep you warmer, when you’re so far north, she thinks, looking at him.  and she’d thought karhold had grown cold as winter approached.  he is older than she.  he must have known true winter, darkness that doesn’t abate and people who starve and freeze.  

his chest is muscled, and there are some scars there that twist over his skin.  and his face, relaxed in his sleep, looks younger than it had when they’d wed.  perhaps his office ages him.  perhaps he must seem stern and hard to control his men, but perhaps he is gentle, and young.  he’d been gentle the night before.  he’d kissed her, and caressed her and moved slowly within her though from what alys had heard from her brothers and cousins and uncles, a man bedding a woman should be fast and hard, or else she doesn’t know her place.

alys makes a face at the thought.  do i know my place, uncle? she thinks angrily, triumphantly as she looks at her husband.  i am the sun of winter, i do battle with the night and rise even for just a moment.  i am always victorious in the end.  

let him be scared of me.  but is he her husband or her uncle?  she’s not so sure. she suspects–and she may be wrong, may be a dreaming girl–that her husband may not wish to strike fear in her heart, to make her know her place.  her uncle though…she feels rage in her heart, and thinks again, let him be scared of me.

sigorn’s eyelids drift open and he sees her watching him.  his lips quirk up in a tentative smile and he pulls a hand out from under the pillow and reaches up to take a stray curl through his fingers.  he says something.  she doesn’t understand.  “i suppose i’ll learn,” she says aloud.

he says the word again, then releases the curl and cups her chin.  he says it again, and his hand drifts down her side, his thumb catching the side of her bared breast.  he says it again as he sits up.  he is taller than she is, and she looks up into his eyes.  they are soft.  winter makes men hard, she remembers her father saying.  she wonders what her father would think of her husband, then, with eyes and touch so tentative.

alys takes a deep breath, and shifts again feeling that sting between her legs, and she kisses him.

Typical Girls Names of The North
  • Alys (Alys Stark was a daughter of Lord Cregan Stark and Lady Alysanne Blackwood, Alys Karstark I married Lord Brandon Stark, Alys Karstark II married to Sigorn, Magnar of Thenn)
  • Alysane- a varient of the popular Alysanne (Alysane Mormont also known as the Young She-Bear is Lady Maege Mormont’s second daughter.)
  • Aregelle (Aregelle Stark was the eldest daughter of Elric Stark and Serena Stark she married Robard Cerwyn)
  • Arra (Arra Norrey was married Lord Cregan Stark) 
  • Arrana (Arrana Stark was the youngest daughter of Edric Stark and Serena Stark she married Osric Umber)
  • Arsa (Arsa Stark was a daughter of Lord Brandon Stark and Lady Alys Karstark)
  • Arya (Arya Flint was married to Rodrik Stark grandmother to Eddard, Arya Stark Lord Eddard and Catelyn Tully’s second daughter)
  • Barbrey (Barbrey Ryswell was married William Dustin and is the current lady of House Dustin)
  • Berena (Berena Hornwood is wife of Leobald Tallhart and the sister of the current Lord Halys Hornwood, Berena Stark was the eldest daughter of Lord Beron Stark and Lady Lorra Royce)
  • Eddara (Eddara Tallhart the daughter of Ser Helman Tallhart)
  • Erena (Erena Glover the daughter of the current Lord Robett and Lady Sybelle Glover)
  • Jyana (Jyana Reed is the wife of Lord Howland Reed and the mother of Meera and Jojen Reed)
  • Lorra (Lorra Royce was married to Lord Beron Stark)
  • Lyanna (Lyanna Mormont the youngest daughter of Lady Maege Mormont, Lyanna Stark I the only daughter of Cregan Stark and Lady Lynara Stark, Lyanna Stark II sister to Lord Eddard)
  • Lyanne (Lyanne Glover was married Lord Willam Stark)
  • Lyarra (Lyarra Stark was the second daughter of Rodrik Stark and Arya Flint and married to her cousin once removed Lord Rickard Stark, and had four children with him; Brandon, Eddard, Lyanna and Benjen Stark.)
  • Lyessa (Lyessa Flint is the current Lady of Widow’s Watch)
  • Lynara (Lynara Stark was the third wife of Lord Cregan Stark)
  • Lyra (Lyra Mormont is the third daughter of Lady Maege Mormont)
  • Lysara (Lysara Karstark was married to Artos Stark)
  • Sansa (Sansa Stark I was the Lady of Winterfell and the second daughter of Rickon Stark and Jeyne Manderly she married her father’s half-brother Lord Jonnel Stark, Sansa Stark II first daughter of Eddard Stark and Catelyn Tully)
  • Sarra (Sarra Stark was the eldest daughter of Lord Cregan Stark and Lady Alysanne Blackwood)
  • Serena (Serena Stark was the eldest daughter of Rickon Stark she married twice once to Jon Umber and then to her uncle Edric Stark)
  • Wylla (Wylla Fenn was from the Neck and was the mother of Lord Brandon Stark’s bastard son Lonnel Snow, Wylla Manderly is the second daughter of Ser Wylis Manderly and Leona Woolfield and granddaughter to Lord Wyman)
  • Wynafryd (Wynafryd Manderly is the eldest daughter of Ser Wylis Manderly and Leona Woolfield and granddaughter to Lord Wyman)

Alys Karstark x Sigorn of Thenn for @jillypups 

And Melisandre said, “Let them come forth, who would be joined.” The flames cast her shadow on the Wall behind her, and her ruby gleamed against the paleness of her throat.
Jon turned to Alys Karstark. “My lady. Are you ready?”
“Yes. Oh, yes.”
“You’re not scared?”
The girl smiled in a way that reminded Jon so much of his little sister that it almost broke his heart. “Let him be scared of me.” The snowflakes were melting on her cheeks, but her hair was wrapped in a swirl of lace that Satin had found somewhere, and the snow had begun to collect there, giving her a frosty crown. Her cheeks were flushed and red, and her eyes sparkled.

anonymous asked:

Sigorn x Alys

He has heard that southern women are bred kneelers to submit to their husband’s wills without complaint, but his little southron wife only ever kneels when she wishes and when she kneels, good gods but he has never felt so unmanned.

placetneplacet  asked:

5) things you didn't say at all meme Alys x Sigorn...Pretty pretty please :)

when karhold is ours.

not when karhold is mine.  

when karhold is ours.

perhaps it is a trick of language.  her husband doesn’t have many words of the common tongue, though he learns more by the day.  perhaps it is a false translation.  he doesn’t, after all, grasp the difference between castle and keep, or that some lords are greater lords than others.  "magnar means magnar,“ he had said confused.  "should be different word.”

“there are lords, and kings, and knights,” alys had said patiently.  "but some lords are greater than others.“

"magnar means magnar,” he had repeated again.  alys had sighed, and leaned back against the pillows.  he would learn.  he would understand one day.  one day.

when karhold is ours.

she doesn’t like to think about it, not if it means harrion dies.  harrion is the rightful lord, and her claim hangs by a thread and it is not a claim she wants.  she’s lost her father, and two brothers already, she doesn’t want harrion gone as well.

but still…he’d said ours.  not mine.  

she doesn’t know enough about thenns.  she should learn, she decides.  should learn.  magnar means magnar, but she wonders if a woman can be a magnar as well, or if a magnar shares his title with his wife…

Jon turned to Alys Karstark. “My lady. Are you ready?”

“Yes. Oh, yes.”

“You’re not scared?”

The girl smiled in a way that reminded Jon so much of his little sister that it almost broke his heart. “Let him be scared of me.” The snowflakes were melting on her cheeks, but her hair was wrapped in a swirl of lace that Satin had found somewhere, and the snow had begun to collect there, giving her a frosty crown. Her cheeks were flushed and red, and her eyes sparkled.

“Winter’s lady.” Jon squeezed her hand.

The Magnar of Thenn stood waiting by the fire, clad as if for battle, in fur and leather and bronze scales, a bronze sword at his hip. His receding hair made him look older than his years, but as he turned to watch his bride approach, Jon could see the boy in him. His eyes were big as walnuts, though whether it was the fire, the priestess, or the woman that had put the fear in him Jon could not say. Alys was more right than she knew.

“Who brings this woman to be wed?” asked Melisandre.

“I do,” said Jon. “Now comes Alys of House Karstark, a woman grown and flowered, of noble blood and birth.” He gave her hand one last squeeze and stepped back to join the others.

“Who comes forth to claim this woman?” asked Melisandre.

“Me.” Sigorn slapped his chest. “Magnar of Thenn.”

“Sigorn,” asked Melisandre, “will you share your fire with Alys, and warm her when the night is dark and full of terrors?”

“I swear me.” The Magnar’s promise was a white cloud in the air. Snow dappled his shoulders. His ears were red. “By the red god’s flames, I warm her all her days.”

“Alys, do you swear to share your fire with Sigorn, and warm him when the night is dark and full of terrors?”

“Till his blood is boiling.” Her maiden’s cloak was the black wool of the Night’s Watch. The Karstark sunburst sewn on its back was made of the same white fur that lined it.

Melisandre’s eyes shone as bright as the ruby at her throat. “Then come to me and be as one.” As she beckoned, a wall of flames roared upward, licking at the snowflakes with hot orange tongues.

Alys Karstark took her Magnar by the hand.

Side by side they leapt the ditch.

Amidst all the entropy and failure of the Feastdance, surrounded specifically by chapters about capitulation and cynicism and endless grinding semi-cold war from the Riverlands to Slaver’s Bay, we see it: the Dawn, if only briefly, a ripple sent backwards in time.  

It’s a state of mind as much as a social project; an existential victory, a temporary resolution of “the human heart in conflict with itself,” made practically literal in Melisandre’s two-hearts-as-one framing. The sheer density of personal and political material in the Alys-Sigorn wedding could fill a goddamn book; suffice to say that it’s one of several such the-future-we’re-fighting-for moments in Jon’s ADWD plot, as when he comes across the Castle Black snowball fight (among GRRM’s most blatant metaphors for innocence, and most effective) or the moment in the weirwood grove beyond the Wall when he formulates his later argument to Bowen Marsh, that the wildlings are included in the “realms of men” the Night’s Watch are sworn to protect. 

But Jon’s ADWD arc ends with a false revelation: the Pink Letter, which I’d bet anything ain’t gospel even if we can’t agree on who wrote it. And Jon’s reaction, accordingly, is delusional clarity, if that makes sense; he has banished all the uncertainty that has clouded him throughout ADWD (“Now he was a man grown and the Wall was his, yet all he had were doubts. He could not even seem to conquer those”), but only by overtly refusing to consider the consequences. As relatable as the Shieldhall speech is on a gut level, the Fates punish him for it, because the Dawn won’t come that way. To rebuild Westeros in the image of the Alys-Sigorn wedding, you need to do more than fight evil, whether it be Ramsay or the Others; you need to fight it for the right reasons, which I think will provide much of the (internal, existential) drama for Jon, Dany, and Tyrion in ADOS. 

It’s similar IMO to how Sansa and Sandor are working their way out, with each other’s help in person and from afar, to the revelation that their ultimate triumph is refusing to break, insisting on making their ideals live all the more strongly because the world doesn’t reflect them like they once thought. I said a while back that ASOIAF is about reconstruction as well as deconstruction. GRRM doesn’t want to just leave all the fantasy-shards lying around after his exquisite explosions, he’s trying to rebuild them into something better, genuinely shattering and so then genuinely inspiring: an earned heroism. No matter what’s foretold for you, it’s still you that has to face the fire (or the ice), grab each other’s hands, and leap the ditch. 

lyannas  asked:

Hi! I have a question for you: under normal circumstances (aka in times of peace), how are marriages between noble houses usually carried out? Is it done at the bride's home or the groom's? And whose religion would it be done in (if one party worshipped the old gods vs the seven)? From what I gather, royal weddings are always done in KL and by the Seven's rites. But I'm curious as to what regular lords and ladies did regarding location and religious differences.

Well, unfortunately we’ve had very few described weddings in the books that were in a time of peace, so it’s a little hard to know exactly how things are handled. There’s a few weddings in the prequel stories that qualify as peaceful times, but they also sometimes have extenuating circumstances, so it’s hard to tell with them too. So I might as well list them all and you can decide.

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