the tully that keeps on giving


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. And he lived. And he lived. And I couldn’t keep my promise. And everything that’s happened since then… all this horror that’s come to my family… it’s all because I couldn’t love a motherless child.