“So the girl is as clever as she is pretty”
a game of thrones auin ruck and quibble of courtfolk
the giant hulked, I tell you, on her scene
with hands like derricks,
looks fierce and black as rooks;
why, all the windows broke when he stalked in.
-The Queen’s Complaint, Sylvia Plath
In the end, Robb gives Sansa Joffrey’s head. Presents it to her, the blood drip-splattering against the stone floor. She touches the matted hair, finger catching in the knots, as if she needs to test the solidness of it, the realness. Joffrey’s is not the only head to be cleaved from his shoulders—his is the last, in fact, Robb had made him watch as he took Queen Cersei’s and Lord Tywin’s and Ser Jaime’s and Lord Tyrion’s; the man who passes the sentence, he had said to the crowd that had gathered, must be the one to swing the sword and down he had brought Ice, over and over again until the Sept of Baelor ran red—but they are insignificant to her. She cares only for the head of her betrothed.
Robb asks her what she wants. Sansa requests Winterfell, home. He sends her there with Eddard Stark’s bones for the crypt and Joffrey’s head for Winterfell’s walls. The North does not forget, he tells his sister, and she repeats it like a prayer.
Lady Catelyn ransoms Arya from the Hound, who is given his gold but not his life. He had eaten under her father’s roof and was treated with every courtesy, but the Brothers Without Banners soon fall upon him, he does not leave the Riverlands alive—he asks for gold and it was given, Lady Catelyn writes to her son, he never once asked for life. Perhaps he had not wanted it.
The executions go on for days. Varys and Grand Maestar Pycelle, Spymaster Qyburn and countless gold cloaks. He promises a similar to fate to Lord Baelish, disappeared into the night.
Winter had come, at last, to King’s Landing and what a chill it was, Ice cutting through flesh as it were the softest bread.
It was Barristan who said to Robb, “And the Iron Throne, Your Grace? What of it?”
Robb sends his sister north, but he stays. Dacey Mormont takes up the White Cloak left unworn in the wake of Jaime Lannister’s demise. He names a reluctant Brynden Tully his Hand. Not long after, in the cover of darkness, Balon Greyjoy dies—his son takes the Seastone Chair as his own, and bends his knee to the King in the North, who traveled south.
And Robb Stark’s queen, the girl who had once been Jeyne Westerling, cannot help but tremble beneath the crown they place on top her head.
maisie williams for assitant magazine
Daenerys Stormborn of House Targaryen + Face Appreciation 3/?
Be humble for you are made of earth. Be noble for you are made of stars.
Elia Martell, Princess of Dorne. You raped her. You murdered her. You killed her children. Say the name! | I have worked at the downfall of Tywin Lannister since the day they told me of Elia and her children.
Preasoiaf meme: 5 preasoiaf characters [5/5] → Elia Martell
A woman may weep, but not a queen.
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