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agentrouka-blog · 10 months

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I was rereading AGOT and I forgot how… soft Sansa is?? Especially from Arya’s POV??? Like just look at her,,,,

Sansa’s needlework was exquisite. Everyone said so. “Sansa’s work is as pretty as she is,” Septa Mordane told their lady mother once.” She has such fine, delicate hands.”

…

Sansa was chatting away happily as she worked. Beth Cassel, Ser Rodrik’s little girl, was sitting by her feet, listening to every word she said, and Jayne Poole was leaning over to whisper something in her ear.

“What are you talking about?” Arya asked suddenly.

Jeyne gave her a startled look, then giggled. Sansa looked abashed. Beth blushed. No one answered.

“Tell me,” Arya said.

Jeyne glanced over to make certain that Septa Mordane was not listening. Myrcella said something then, and the septa laughed along with the rest of the ladies.

“We were talking about the Prince,” Sansa said, her voice soft as a kiss.

That’s why she was abashed? Because she was caught talking about Joffrey? 🥺

…

Sansa had the grace to blush. She blushed prettily. She did everything prettily, Arya thought with dull resentment. “Beth, you shouldn’t make up stories,” Sansa corrected the younger girl, gently stroking her hair to take the harshness out of her words. She looked at Arya. “What did you think of Prince Joff, sister? He’s very gallant, don’t you think?”

“Jon says he looks like a girl,” Arya said.

Sansa sighed as she stitched. “Poor Jon,” she said. “He gets jealous because he’s a bastard.”

This appears to be said with genuine sympathy; note her sighing, and think about Jon’s station in-world compared to Joffrey’s.

“He’s our brother,” Arya said, much too loudly. her voice cut through the afternoon quiet of the tower room.

Septa Mordane raised her eyes. She had a bony face, sharp eyes, and a thin lipless mouth made for frowning. It was frowning now. “What are you talking about, children?”

“Our half brother,” Sansa corrected, soft and precise. She smiled for the septa. “Arya and I were remarking on how pleased we were to have the princess with us today,” she said.

Sansa lying in a way that compliments Myrcella (“Princess Myrcella smiled uncertainly at the compliment”) and benefits Arya by making her look good???

😍😍😍

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Everyone was looking at her. It was too much. Sansa was too well bred to smile at her sister’s disgrace, but Jeyne was smirking on her behalf. Even princess Myrcella looked sorry for her.

…

It wasn't fair. Sansa had everything. Sansa was two years older; maybe by the time Arya had been born, there had been nothing left. Often it felt that way. Sansa could sew and dance and sing. She wrote poetry. She knew how to dress. She played the high harp and the bells. Worse, she was beautiful. Sansa had gotten their mother's fine high cheekbones and the thick auburn hair of the Tullys. Arya took after their lord father. Her hair was a lusterless brown, and her face was long and solemn. Jeyne used to call her Arya Horseface, and neigh whenever she came near. It hurt that the one thing Arya could do better than her sister was ride a horse. Well, that and manage a household. Sansa had never had much of a head for figures. If she did marry Prince Joff, Arya hoped for his sake that he had a good steward.

AHH I LOVE HER SM

Anyway I just wanted to rant about how 🌷🌹🎀🧸😍🥹🥰 she is!!!

I appreciate your rant, thank you!!

#rouka queue #sansa stark

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eonweheraldodemanwe · 4 months

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Starks models for A Song of Ice and Fire Tactics

Catelyn Stark

Arya Stark

Robb Stark

Great Jon Umber

Ser Rodrik Cassel

Bronn

#asoiaf #a song of ice and fire #got #game of thrones #wargames #house stark #catelyn tully #arya stark #robb stark #greatjon umber #rodrik cassel #bronn

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asoiafreadthru · 1 year

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EDDARD STARK, Lord of Winterfell, Warden of the North,

His wife, LADY CATELYN, of House Tully,

Their children:

ROBB, the heir to Winterfell, fourteen years of age,

SANSA, the eldest daughter, eleven,

ARYA, the younger daughter, a girl of nine,

BRANDON, called Bran, seven,

RICKON, a boy of three,

His bastard son, JON SNOW, a boy of fourteen,

His ward, THEON GREYJOY, heir to the Iron Islands,

His siblings:

[BRANDON], his elder brother, murdered by the command of Aerys II Targaryen,

[LYANNA], his younger sister, died in the mountains of Dorne,

BENJEN, his younger brother, a man of the Night’s Watch,

His household:

MAESTER LUWIN, counselor, healer, and tutor,

VAYON POOLE, steward of Winterfell,

JEYNE, his daughter, Sansa’s closest friend,

JORY CASSEL, captain of the guard,

HALLIS MOLLEN, DESMOND, JACKS, PORTHER, QUENT, ALYN, TOMARD, VARLY, HEWARD, CAYN, WYL, guardsmen,

SER RODRIK CASSEL, master-at-arms, Jory’s uncle,

BETH, his young daughter,

SEPTA MORDANE, tutor to Lord Eddard’s daughters,

SEPTON CHAYLE, keeper of the castle sept and library,

HULLEN, master of horse,

His son, HARWIN, a guardsman,

JOSETH, a stableman and horse trainer,

FARLEN, kennelmaster,

OLD NAN, storyteller, once a wet nurse,

HODOR, her great-grandson, a simpleminded stableboy,

GAGE, the cook,

MIKKEN, smith and armorer,

His principal lords bannermen:

SER HELMAN TALLHART,

RICKARD KARSTARK, Lord of Karhold,

ROOSE BOLTON, Lord of the Dreadfort,

JON UMBER, called the Greatjon,

GALBART and ROBETT GLOVER,

WYMAN MANDERLY, Lord of White Harbor,

MAEGE MORMONT, the Lady of Bear Island.

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racefortheironthrone · 1 year

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I was just reading through some old "So Spake Martin" responses and saw that GRRM had said "Those who follow the old gods can be the northern equivalent of knights, but it's not quite the same". Seeing as in early AGOT Bran dreamed of becoming a knight, this seems kind of contradictory. Should we just take this as a child being unrealistic? Or is it a normal thing for Northerners to convert to the Seven just so they can become knights?

OK, so there's a couple different things to keep in mind here:

first, Bran is the child of a mixed-religion marriage. Ned follows the Old Gods, Catelyn follows the Seven, and Ned being a tolerant sort has allowed Catelyn to build a small sept and have a septon and septa on hand so that her children would be raised in both religious traditions. So it's totally understandable that Bran would dream of being a knight, because there's a close link between the ideals of chivalry and the Faith of the Seven.

second, converting to the Seven is not the only way to become a knight - there's also being knighted by the king. During the Greyjoy Rebellion, King Robert made a number of northerners knights as rewards for bravery in battle, such as Jorah Mormont and probably Rodrik Cassel as well. And then there's Ser Bartimus at White Harbor, who's a knight who follows the Old Gods who was probably knighted for bravery during Robert's Rebellion.

third, there are non-Seven versions of the knighthood oath that can be administered, such as the Brotherhood Without Banner's oath.

fourth, then there's the social/military category of Northern cavalry. This is essentially a standard of military training and equipment which is equivalent to that of a knight, similar to being a man-at-arms. Northern nobility are trained to this standard, similar to their southern counterparts, but they also maintain and are expected to bring a certain number of "sworn sword" with them when the banners are called.

#asoiaf #asoiaf meta #knighthood #faith of the seven #the old gods #northern cavalry #men-at-arms

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alaynasansa · 1 year

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‘ Sansa was chatting away happily as she worked. Beth Cassel, Ser Rodrik's little girl, was sitting by her feet, listening to every word she said, and Jeyne Poole was leaning over to whisper something in her ear ’

‘ The kitchen yielded no lemon cakes, but they did find half of a cold strawberry pie, and that was almost as good. They ate it on the tower steps, giggling and gossiping and sharing secrets ’

‘ Sansa dried her own tears as she struggled to comfort her friend. They went to sleep in the same bed, cradled in each other's arms like sisters ’

‘ Sansa was confused. “I don't understand,” she said. “Where is Jeyne's father ? Why can't Ser Boros take her to him instead of Lord Petyr having to do it ?” She had promised herself she would be a lady, gentle as the queen and as strong as her mother, the Lady Catelyn, but all of a sudden she was scared again. For a second she thought she might cry. “Where are you sending her ? She hasn't done anything wrong, she's a good girl” ’

‘ She missed Septa Mordane, and even more Jeyne Poole, her truest friend. The septa had lost her head with the rest, for the crime of serving House Stark. Sansa did not know what had happened to Jeyne, who had disappeared from her rooms afterward, never to be mentioned again. She tried not to think of them too often, yet sometimes the memories came unbidden, and then it was hard to hold back the tears ’

Sansa Month 2023 : day seven — jeyne poole

#sansa stark #jeyne poole #source: a game of thrones #source: a clash of kings #source: a game of thrones graphic novel #source: jeyne poole doing sansa stark's hair by linda tso #sansamonth2023 #sansastarkappreciationfest2023

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branwendaughterofllyr · 1 year

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Branwen reads ASOIAF (again) - AGOT ARYA I

yeah, uh, it’s been a couple months. I spent that time FIGHTING for my life during the last semester since I’m in the final year of my degree and it’s only going to get worse from here. But I’m back and ready for GRRM to absolutely massacre me again. And it’s going to be a rough start, because I really don’t like this chapter and, believe it or not, I’ve already rewritten this summary at least once because I’m not trying to engage in ~the discourse~ too much.

And listen, I like Arya a lot. She’s always somewhere in my top five. I like the whole justice versus revenge narrative she has going on. I like feral little girls with knives. There should be more of them!

But this chapter is not it, y’all. Now, I’ve read quite a lot of 90s fantasy with spunky tomboy heroines in my day, and this chapter is like middle tier at best. If I’m gong to read 90s fantasy with a spunky tomboy heroine, I’d much rather go for the crème de la crème like Song of the Lioness by Tamora Pierce or even The Hero and the Crown by Robin McKinley (which is actually 80s and the likely originator of a least a few spunky heroine tropes.) But I’ll freely admit that I’ve always been sensitive to men writing female characters who do a lot of hating on other women. Sue me.

ANd I guess I’ve come around on this chapter some??? I think it’s a pretty good piece of character writing and unreliable narrators upon reflection, but I still don’t have to like it.

So onto the chapter, I guess, though @alaynasansa has already summarized this chapter better than I ever could

That’s it, that’s most of the chapter.

But no seriously, Arya is a nine year old kid with a well-behaved older sister, who she resents for being well-behaved, and needs a lot of recess time to in order to pay attention in class. Give Arya scheduled run-around time, and I feel like half of the problems could be solved.

We open on Arya having crooked stitches, yet again, while Sansa’s sewing her perfect.

“Sansa’s work is as pretty as she is,” Septa Mordane told their lady mother once. “She has such fine, delicate hands.” When Lady Catelyn had asked about Arya, the septa had sniffed. “Arya has the hands of a blacksmith.”

Mordane, I’m begging, at least put the tiniest of effort in to not showing favoritism. We all know you’re Wenda the White Fawn and should not be anyone’s governess, but a shred of effort towards maintaining your cover. please!

Also, rip to all that Gentry foreshadowing struck down by the time skip being cut. You will be missed. 🫡

Arya thought that Myrcella’s stitches looked a little crooked too, but you would never know it from the way Septa Mordane was cooing.

The Starklings need to stop dogpiling on Myrcella. She’s done nothing to you??? She has like two character traits, both of which contradict each other, and she’s an incest baby. She’s got enough on her plate.

She studied her own work again, looking for some way to salvage it, then sighed and put down the needle.

I ask the same question every time. WTF have you done to your sewing, Arya? I’m assuming some comically big knot that would never exist in reality.

And then we get EVUL Sansa talking with her fellow preteens.

Sansa was chatting away happily as she worked. Beth Cassel, Ser Rodrik’s little girl, was sitting by her feet, listening to every word she said, and Jeyne Poole was leaning over to whisper something in her ear.

Beth is, what, ten? And Jeyne is the same age as Sansa. Keep this in mind when GRRM decides to fridge both of them. (The wiki refers to them as Sansa’s “more glamorous retinue” and who ever wrote that needs to be shot.)

So Arya wants to be included in the conversation, which fair enough, Arya. I, too, am a gossip hound.

“We were talking about the prince,” Sansa said, her voice soft as a kiss. Arya knew which prince she meant: Joffrey, of course. The tall, handsome one. Sansa got to sit with him at the feast. Arya had to sit with the little fat one. Naturally.

Now, now, Arya. Don’t go judging appearances, or you too will be almost raped at knife point. Also, people would (and do!) kill to sit next to Tommen instead of Joffrey, so.

“Joffrey likes your sister,” Jeyne whispered, proud as if she had something to do with it. She was the daughter of Winterfell’s steward and Sansa’s dearest friend.

It’s feeling sad about Jeyne hours.

I choose to believe that Sansa and Jeyne have one of these:

“He’s going to marry her,” little Beth said dreamily, hugging herself.

This chapter is just making me sad.

Sansa had the grace to blush. She blushed prettily. She did everything prettily, Arya thought with dull resentment.

Peak sibling behavior. Your sibling is literally just sitting there, and you're like “they’re doing this to spite me specifically” and half the time, you're right.

“Beth, you shouldn’t make up stories,” Sansa corrected the younger girl, gently stroking her hair to take the harshness out of her words.

I hope nothing happens to these sweet kids. 😬

“What did you think of Prince Joff, sister? He’s very gallant, don’t you think?” “Jon says he looks like a girl,” Arya said. Sansa sighed as she stitched. “Poor Jon,” she said. “He gets jealous because he’s a bastard.”

Is she wrong? No, we all read Jon I. We saw the breakdown. Sansa just succinctly summarized one of Jon's core character conflicts in one sentence, and I have to laugh a little. More Jon and Joffrey foiling. (Actually this whole chapter is JoJo foiling, really.)

“He’s our brother,” Arya said, much too loudly. Her voice cut through the afternoon quiet of the tower room. Septa Mordane raised her eyes. She had a bony face, sharp eyes, and a thin lipless mouth made for frowning. It was frowning now. “What are you talking about, children?”

Maybe Syrio’s greatest lesson was teaching Arya how to use her inside voice.

“Our half brother,” Sansa corrected, soft and precise.

EVUL Sansa. How dare you!!!!!! (Nevermind all the times the other Starklings call Jon their half-brother, shhh, Sansa is the evil Catelyn 2.0)

She smiled for the septa. “Arya and I were remarking on how pleased we were to have the princess with us today,” she said.

Look how smoothly Sansa covers for Arya!

One thing I’ve noticed about this chapter, is how chill Sansa really is to Arya. She’s just very relaxed and isn’t that interested in picking a fight with Arya. It’s such a contrast to their later AGOT chapters, when both of them are under immense amounts of stress. It seems that fist fights at the breakfast table is, in fact, not their default state.

Septa Mordane nodded. “Indeed. A great honor for us all.” Princess Myrcella smiled uncertainly at the compliment.

Somebody help Myrcella. She has no clue what's going on.

“Arya, why aren’t you at work?” the septa asked. She rose to her feet, starched skirts rustling as she started across the room. “Let me see your stitches.” Arya wanted to scream. It was just like Sansa to go and attract the septa’s attention.

Unreliable narrator Arya Stark. You were the one being loud three paragraphs ago. But love the commitment to blaming it on your sister, peak sibling behavior! (Is George an only child? He must have a sibling, he captures the dynamic so well).

The septa examined the fabric. “Arya, Arya, Arya,” she said. “This will not do. This will not do at all.”

I am once again asking what Arya has done to her sewing.

Everyone was looking at her. It was too much. Sansa was too well bred to smile at her sister’s disgrace, but Jeyne was smirking on her behalf. Even Princess Myrcella looked sorry for her.

Yeah, being the negative center of attention can be rough. I get it. But also, love the assumption that Sansa would of course smile at Arya getting in trouble if it wasn't rude, when she was covering for Arya five seconds ago. I will not be commenting on Jeyne at this point in time.

Arya felt tears filling her eyes. She pushed herself out of her chair and bolted for the door.

I am struck by how similar Jon and Arya are. Both them run out in tears in their first chapters. This is probably on purpose.

Arya stopped at the door and turned back, biting her lip. The tears were running down her cheeks now. She managed a stiff little bow to Myrcella. “By your leave, my lady.” Myrcella blinked at her and looked to her ladies for guidance.

Myrcella is literally just here. She’s only got brothers, she’s completely lost here.

“Just where do you think you are going, Arya?” the septa demanded. Arya glared at her. “I have to go shoe a horse,” she said sweetly, taking a brief satisfaction in the shock on the septa’s face. Then she whirled and made her exit, running down the steps as fast as her feet would take her.

Arya Snark makes her first appearance. Rip that gendrya foreshadowing.

I don’t know who’s more glad that Arya escaped that sewing lesson, me or her.

It wasn’t fair. Sansa had everything. Sansa was two years older; maybe by the time Arya had been born, there had been nothing left.

This is just what having an older sister is like. Most realistic thing George has ever written. This is peak realism.

Her hair was a lusterless brown, and her face was long and solemn. Jeyne used to call her Arya Horseface, and neigh whenever she came near. It hurt that the one thing Arya could do better than her sister was ride a horse.

The realism of the steward’s daughter name-calling the lord’s daughter aside (because, really? You don’t think Vayon is pulling Jeyne aside and nipping that in the bud?), Arya is usually covered in dirt and can mistaken for a stable boy and she loves riding horses, so I feel like this nickname might be for multiple reasons.

Well, that and manage a household. Sansa had never had much of a head for figures. If she did marry Prince Joff, Arya hoped for his sake that he had a good steward.

We’ll see about that, Arya! Sansa’s taking a summer class on how to run a castle in two books, and we’ll see what grade she gets.

(But love the hyper nine-year old asserting that she could be a better household manager than the patient eleven-year-old. Never lose that confidence, Arya)

Nymeria was waiting for her in the guardroom at the base of the stairs. She bounded to her feet as soon as she caught sight of Arya. Arya grinned. The wolf pup loved her, even if no one else did. They went everywhere together, and Nymeria slept in her room, at the foot of her bed.

I am not immune to the cute prehistoric killing machine and it’s cute little paws.

She had yellow eyes. When they caught the sunlight, they gleamed like two golden coins. Arya had named her after the warrior queen of the Rhoyne, who had led her people across the narrow sea. That had been a great scandal too.

Somebody smarter than talk about Nymeria’s golden eyes. Doesn’t Lady also have golden eyes?

Also, love Arya’s naming choice. When I was ten, I named my cat Cleopatra. Very relatable. (But also, what's the scandal? Did the septa sniff when Arya announced it? Seems like a fine and very Arya name.)

But a warrior queen and body of water. HMMMMM. The ship girl foreshadowing starts early.

Sansa, of course, had named her pup “Lady.”

Be still my heart. 😩

The boys were at practice in the yard. She wanted to see Robb put gallant Prince Joffrey flat on his back.

Have I mentioned how fond I am of Arya?

There was a window in the covered bridge between the armory and the Great Keep where you had a view of the whole yard. That was where they headed.

Another puzzle piece for the people meticulously reconstructing WF in Minecraft. Godspeed to them.

Jon is watching from the window, and Ghost and Nymeria have a cute moment that melts my frozen heart.

To her disappointment, it was the younger boys drilling. Bran was so heavily padded he looked as though he had belted on a featherbed, and Prince Tommen, who was plump to begin with, seemed positively round. They were huffing and puffing and hitting at each other with padded wooden swords under the watchful eye of old Ser Rodrik Cassel, the master-at-arms, a great stout keg of a man with magnificent white cheek whiskers.

I know that this moments gets a ton of callbacks, being a big moment of King Bran and dead Tommen foreshadowing, but look at the bundled-up seven year olds! SO cute!

“A shade more exhausting than needlework,” Jon observed. “A shade more fun than needlework,” Arya gave back at him.

I mean- we all know where this is going.

Jon had their father’s face, as she did. They were the only ones. Robb and Sansa and Bran and even little Rickon all took after the Tullys, with easy smiles and fire in their hair. When Arya had been little, she had been afraid that meant that she was a bastard too. It had been Jon she had gone to in her fear, and Jon who had reassured her.

I am not immune to Jon and Arya being adorable together.

Little Arya is afraid of being a bastard because she sees how Jon is treated, so she goes to him, and Jon puts all of problems to one side to comfort his little sister. Argh, my heart.

“Why aren’t you down in the yard?” Arya asked him. He gave her a half smile. “Bastards are not allowed to damage young princes,” he said. “Any bruises they take in the practice yard must come from trueborn swords.”

It’s- It’s irony. Becuase- because the Baratheon kids are bastards, and Jon is a prince.

(Is Jon actually a bastard, or is he true born through some horrible shenanigans? Let’s keep a running list.)

“Oh.” Arya felt abashed. She should have realized. For the second time today, Arya reflected that life was not fair.

I feel like this speaks for itself mainly. All of Jon’s siblings can be thoughtless when it comes to Jon’s situation.

She watched her little brother whack at Tommen. “I could do just as good as Bran,” she said. “He’s only seven. I’m nine.”

The sibling age hierarchy is so very real.

Jon looked her over with all his fourteen-year-old wisdom.

This will never not be funny to me.

“The Lannisters are proud,” Jon observed. “You’d think the royal sigil would be sufficient, but no. He makes his mother’s House equal in honor to the king’s.” “The woman is important too!” Arya protested.

Get em, Arya!

“Perhaps you should do the same thing, little sister. Wed Tully to Stark in your arms.” “A wolf with a fish in its mouth?” It made her laugh.

I- I can’t. What do you want me to do with this??? Because my mind is in fact a gutter. Someone put me out of my misery.

“Girls get the arms but not the swords. Bastards get the swords but not the arms.

This feel significant on multiple levels. The way that daughters and bastard sons are permanently slotted below true born sons in the Westerosi patriarchy. The way that a bastard son and true born daughter could consolidate their claims together to make a stronger one. Something something.

Prince Tommen was rolling in the dust, trying to get up and failing. All the padding made him look like a turtle on its back. Bran was standing over him with upraised wooden sword, ready to whack him again once he regained his feet.

Yeah, Tommen’s pretty toast. There can be only one apparently, and its going t be Bran.

Ser Rodrik has got to one of my favorite silly old men, with his silly little beard.

And then we get the Joffrey-Robb conflict foreshadowing that feels like they were actually supposed to have a more personal showdown but it got dropped.

Arya could see Robb bristle. His pride was wounded. He turned on Ser Rodrik. “Let me do it. I can beat him.” “Beat him with a tourney blade, then,” Ser Rodrik said. Joffrey shrugged. “Come and see me when you’re older, Stark. If you’re not too old.” There was laughter from the Lannister men.

Is this or is this not fulfilled by the war of the Five Kings? You decide, I guess.

The Hound is terrible, Joffrey is terrible, Theon has to hold Robb back from committing some serious treason, Jon has a cryptic description.

Jon watched them leave, and Arya watched Jon. His face had grown as still as the pool at the heart of the godswood.

Huh. Always interesting to see how Jon is identified with WF early on.

“You had best run back to your room, little sister. Septa Mordane will surely be lurking. The longer you hide, the sterner the penance. You’ll be sewing all through winter. When the spring thaw comes, they will find your body with a needle still locked tight between your frozen fingers.”

JESUS FUCKING CHRIST, JON. DO not foreshadow your little sister like that. Now she’s definitely losing her fingers, if not her hand. You’re worst than Ned, I swear.

The chapter ends with a funny haha sitcom moment that does not make me want to gouge my eyes out at all.

It was worse than Jon had thought. It wasn’t Septa Mordane waiting in her room. It was Septa Mordane and her mother.

I’m laughing so hard, guys.

Conclusion: Uh. Arya is peak sibling behavior in every way, Sansa is actually very chill when her spirit animal hasn’t been killed, the Bran and Tommen see saw is real, and Jon is a great big brother when he’s not foreshadowing.

And no women wins under patriarchy?

Who’s next? Bran? Thank god!

#This was very much a head empty no thoughts summary #so my apologies #genuinely just not a huge fan of this one #agot #Arya I #branwen reads asoiaf again

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iceywolf24 · 3 months

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Bran and the Cassels

Rodrik

"I will be," Bran said, though it was hard. Ser Rodrik killed and Maester Luwin, everyone, everyone . . .

Beth

"Why can't you marry her?" Bran asked. "You said she was comely, and Beth would have a mother."

Jory

Bran did not know what to say. He felt as if he'd been punched. Jory had been captain of the household guard at Winterfell since before Bran was born. "They killed Jory?" He remembered all the times Jory had chased him over the roofs. He could picture him striding across the yard in mail and plate, or sitting at his accustomed place on the bench in the Great Hall, joking as he ate. "Why would anyone kill Jory?"

#asoiaf #bran stark #rodrik cassel #Beth cassel #Jory cassel #House cassel

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aegor-bamfsteel · 1 year

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Do you think Jon as a kid didn't get that why he never had a mother unlike Starklings till he came to know he is a bastard? Who helped in raising him?

From Jon’s memory of Robb telling him he can’t be lord of Winterfell, I figure he didn’t understand why he never had a mother until he was told he was “bastard-born”. They must’ve been very young at the time, since they started sparring since they were old enough to walk.

Minus Catelyn of course, I think all of the Winterfell Castle staff helped raise Jon: Septon Chayle the librarian, Maester Luwin the teacher, Old Nan the storyteller, Ser Rodrik Cassel and even Jory the arm’s trainers, probably some serving maids, and Catelyn mentions “Jon and his wet-nurse” had already been installed at Winterfell when she arrived, so her as well. It was Catelyn’s coldness that hurt Jon emotionally, but he still thinks fondly of the Winterfell retainers, so I think they all helped raise him.

#ask #asoiaf headcanon #jon snow

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isefyres-archive · 4 months

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𝕹𝖊𝖜 𝕸𝖚𝖘𝖊𝖘 𝕬𝖉𝖉𝖊𝖉:

Lynara Stark. was a noblewoman of House Stark during the second century after Aegon's Conquest, and the third wife of Lord Cregan Stark of Winterfell. She lived in Winterfell most of her childhood and when she often served to attend and help his previous wives, specially Black Aly, who she became good friends. She would later marry Cregan. The main line of House Stark's lineage descends from her. Canon. Dance Era.

Lord Torrhen Manderly. as a knight from House Manderly during the Dance of the Dragons and the second son of Lord Desmond Manderly. He later became the Lord of White Harbor, as well as Lord Regent and Hand of the King during the minority of King Aegon III Targaryen. Like most northmen, he supported Queen Rhaenyra's claim to the throne. Torrhen's father, Lord Desmond Manderly, sent Torrhen and his brother, Ser Medrick, south to aid Queen Rhaenyra Targaryen. After Rhaenyra lost two dragons to the Two Betrayers. Canon. Dance Era.

Ser Addam Marbrand. is a knight of House Marbrand, and the son and heir of Lord Damon Marbrand of Ashemark. He is one of the chief knights in the service of Tywin Lannister, Lord of Casterly Rock and a knight of the Rock. Addam is a trusted friend of Ser Jaime Lannister of the Kingsguard. During his youth, Addam was a page at Casterly Rock, and a childhood friend of Ser Jaime Lannister. Canon. Song Era.

Lady Jeyne Farman. Jeyne Farman is a noblewoman of House Farman. She is the sister of Lord Sebaston Farman, the Lord of Fair Isle, and is the wife of Ser Gareth Clifton. Jeyne was a childhood friend of Cersei Lannister. She accompanied Cersei and Melara Hetherspoon into the tent of Maggy the Frog, to hear their futures told. When Maggy opened her eyes, Jeyne fled into the night, never hearing her future. The visit to Maggy the Frog fractured the friendship with Cersei, who Jeyne refused to visit. Canon. Song Era.

Lord Tytos Manning. House Manning is a noble house from the crownlands. As the sole heir to an enderly and sickly lord, he acts as Regent of his House. The Mannings control the port and harbor of King's Landing and who comes and goes, keeping a record of everything and everyone who enters, specially they control the area of Blackwater Bay. OC. Song Era.

Damon Vypren is a knight from House Vypren, the son and heir of Lord Lucias Vypren. Damon is introduced to Lady Catelyn Tully at the Twins on the eve of Lord Edmure Tully's wedding. Damon passed out drunk in the woods during the wedding and upon discovering his father's wealth gained from conspiring with the Freys, Damon decides to atone for his father's sins and move Norht. Canon. Song Era.

Lady Beth Cassel. Beth Cassel is a noblewoman of House Cassel and is the only surviving child of Ser Rodrik Cassel, Winterfell's master-at-arms. Beth is raised at Winterfell with the Stark children. Though closer in age to Arya, she tends to hover around Sansa's more glamorous retinue. Beth is one of the prisoners at Winterfell when the castle is taken by Theon Greyjoy. After this, she is taken by the Dreadfort, where she is rescued by her uncle Brandon. Canon. Song Era.

Lady Eddara Tallhart is the daughter of Ser Helman Tallhart, she is named in honor of Ned Stark. After the deaths of her father, Helman, and elder brother, Benfred, Eddara becomes the Lady of Torrhen's Square. Eddara is held captive by the ironmen at Torrhen's Square, following its capture by Dagmer. After being released, she pledges her alliance to the new King in the North but refuses to accept apologies from Theon Greyjoy and his actions. Canon. Song Era.

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