songofwolves

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“Roose has no feelings, you see. Those leeches that he loves so well sucked all the passions out of him years ago. He does not love, he does not hate, he does not grieve. This is a game to him, mildly diverting. Some men hunt, some hawk, some tumble dice. Roose plays with men. You and me, these Freys, Lord Manderly, his plump new wife, even his bastard, we are but his playthings.”

weekly follow these blogs because perfection a.k.a tumblr crushes

catelyn-tully | allmenmustdie | stark-queen | songofwolves |  ticktocknightlocked | lordeddardstark | jaimelannister | qhorin | morghhulis

honorary mention: queencersei (because fran must always be on my crushes)