Do you believe the Ashford Tourney Theory? I think Varys would account for the last northern claim (more allies = good for Aegon's Conquest) if he knew it still existed in a living Sansa and try to arrange a match with Aegon, using Ser Shadrich as a tool to take her back to King's Landing. I'm not quite seeing the plot or thematic point of Ser Shadrich otherwise... Plus, Aegon can always push his Martell blood as a point that they own him their allegiance instead of a Arianne and Aegon union.
Hiya! Naw, I don’t. I think it’s a red herring or sheer coincidence, both of which happen.
I think the point of Ser Shadrich is that his failed attempt at kidnapping is what exposes Sansa’s identity. And I think Sansa, given her quick insightful political/performative mind, will seize upon the elements of chivalric stories here (a hidden princess carried off by an uncouth hedge knight) to build upon the symbolic buffet Littlefinger promises her at the end of AFFC.
“When Robert dies, Harry the Heir becomes Lord Harrold, Defender of the Vale and Lord of the Eyrie. Jon Arryn’s bannermen will never love me, nor our silly, shaking Robert, but they will love their Young Falcon…and when they come together for his wedding, and you come out with your long auburn hair, clad in a maiden’s cloak of white and grey with a direwolf emblazoned on the back…why, every knight in the Vale will pledge his sword to win you back your birthright.”
And Harry just kinda watches all this in a daze and says the right things when poked.
After all, if Ser Shadrich succeeds, what happens to the entirety of the Vale plot built up throughout AFFC and the released chapter of TWOW? No, I think Sansa’s story keeps her with Littlefinger, not Varys, and takes her to Winterfell, not King’s Landing; she’s headed home at book’s end, same as her sister (although she has to loop through the Riverlands first to pick up Sandor, Gendry, and her wolfpack).
What does the character represent to you? Mads Mikkelsen: On a very basic level, in terms of what he physically is, he’s a slave and he’s trying to find a way home. He doesn’t know where he comes from – he doesn’t know whether he’s Norwegian or Scottish or Danish, and he can’t speak. He’s lost. But in terms of the film’s universe, I’d say he’s been there forever. He is whatever we want him to be – like religion is. We want religion to take on certain meanings, so we start making different books that describe it in a specific way. That’s what he is – he means different things to different people. [x]
I’m working on a ponified remix of Wesker’s theme, so when the Season Finale of My Little Pony comes and I get conformation of the new villain or returning villain and the songs, I’ll finish the second half.
(Based loosely on the story of the earth and sky in Egyptian mythology)
“My mother used to tell me stories every day, you know.”
Cinder looked at him, blanket rustling. The moonlight outlined his profile in silver, strands of hair waving in the cool night breeze.
“She told me one about the sun and the moon,” he continued. His eyes were closed, and his voice was mellow but distant, not completely there. Cinder shifted, listening intensely.
“She said they had met one day in the sky, and they had fallen madly in love. They would laugh and sing and dance and…play mahjong, apparently. I think that’s the g-rated version.”
Cinder snickered softly and saw one corner of Kai’s mouth go up, but he continued.
“But then the wind got really mad and very jealous of the moon. I don’t know why. But she got furious and pushed the moon away, sending her into the night.”
“But the moon refused to fade. She was always there, lighting a path in the dark. Even when it was the sun’s turn to take the sky, she would be there, very faintly, giving him hope. But she was not close enough.”
“And the sun missed her so, so much. So he gave up some of his brightness so that he may send stars to keep the moon company in the night. And every dawn and dusk, he would try to kiss her one last time.”
They were silent for a time, listening to the frogs croaking and the koi fish splashing in the pond. Cinder nearly fell asleep, surrounded by the soothing gardens and Kai’s warmth and the remnants of the story, but his voice brought her back again.
“That was the only story she would tell me that didn’t have a happy ending.”
Cinder sniffed and inched closer to him, wrapping her arms around him. “Well then we should make a happy ending. I say the moon gets rid of the wind once and for all and she ends up with the sun and they rule the skies forever after, the end.”
He laughed, and she felt the rumble going through his chest. She sighed, laying her head on his shoulder.