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I am his/hers, and s/he is mine, from this day, till the end of my days.
Marriage customs vary considerably between the lands and major faiths, i.e. followers of the old gods, the Faith of the Seven, R'hllor, and the Drowned God. All appear to be religious ceremonies between one man and one woman (who should not be more closely related than first cousins), involving the exchange of vows in the presence of particular sacred witnesses e.g. a septon, a heart tree, or a priest/ess. It is followed by the feast, where the bride and groom eat and drink with everyone and finally, there is the bedding.
— When my husband brought that baby home from the war, I couldn’t bear to look at him, didn’t want to see those brown stranger’s eyes staring at me. So I prayed to the gods “Take him away, make him die”. He got the pox and I knew I was the worst woman who ever lived. A murderer. I’d condemned this poor, innocent child to a horrible death all because I was jealous of his mother, a woman he didn’t even know! So I prayed to all Seven Gods “Let the boy live. Let him live and I’ll love him. I’ll be a mother to him. I’ll beg my husband to give him a true name, to call him Stark and be done with it, to make him one of us”.
people give so much shit to robb for marrying talisa/jeyne and breaking his promise to walder frey but lyanna broke her promise to robert and ran away with rhaegar and look where that got them and yet those same people call it the greatest love story in asoiaf like double standards much
The Nine Free Cities are the daughters of Valyria that was.
Each of the Free Cities has its own history and character, and each has come to have its own tongue. These are all corruptions of the original, pure form of High Valyrian, dialects that drift further from their origin with each new century since the Doom befell the Freehold.
My mother doesn’t have much of a social life with other A-list people. Which in a way I’m very grateful for, because if I do make something of my career I will be able to say it wasn’t because I was a Chaplin.
“So I prayed to all Seven Gods. Let the boy live. Let him live and I’ll love him. I’ll be a mother to him. I’ll beg my husband to give him a true name, to call him Stark and be done with it. To make him one of us.”