“ Gods be good , why would any man ever want to be king ? When everyone was shouting King in the North , King in the North , I told myself … swore to myself … that I would be a good king , as honorable as Father, strong , just , loyal to my friends and brave when I faced my enemies … now I can’t even tell one from the other.
“ -Robb Stark
Marceline, Is it just you and me in the wreckage of the world? That must be so confusing for a little girl. And I know you’re going to need me here with you. But I’m losing myself, and I’m afraid you’re gonna lose me too.
Here’s an old drawing of little Marceline. I kinda messed it up
“Arya, the lone wolf, still lived, but the wolves of the pack had been taken and slain and skinned.”
Vengeance for her pack burned within her, she’d set the Seven Kingdoms on fire to light the emptiness they left in her heart🐺
Pretty enough for a child, Jaime decided, but not a girl
to lose a kingdom for. “What happened to her?”, he asked the mother.
nothing”, insisted Lady Sybell. “She
would not give up the little crown the rebel gave her, and when I tried to take
it from her head the child fought me.”
“It was mine”,
Jeyne sobbed. “You had no right.
Robb had it made for me. I loved him.”
made to slap her but Jaime stepped
between them. “None of that”, he warned. “I’m sorry for your loss. The boy had
courage, I’ll give him that. There’s one question I must ask you: Are you
carrying his child, my lady?”
from her chair sobbing and fled the room. “She is not”, said Lady Sybell. “I made certain for that, as
your lord father bid me. Your father promised me worthy marriages for Jeyne and
her siblings in return for our betrayal of the Starks. Lords and heirs not
second sons or knights.”
Lords and heirs? These woman’s family were up-jumped merchants.
Her grandmother was a half-mad witch from the east.
your sons: We could arrange a marriage with my uncle’s illegitimate daughter
want a Westerling to marry a bastard?”
more than I want Joy to marry the son of some scheming turncloak bitch. Your
daughter is worth ten of you, my lady. You’ll leave on the morrow. Until then,
you would do well to stay out of my sight.”
How much did Lord Westerling know about is wife’s
thought. How much do men know at all?