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asoiafandotherbooks · 5 months

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TWOIAF/Fire & Blood: Rhaena In The Aftermath Of The Gods Eye

Warning, Spoilers Ahead…

Aegon the Uncrowned’s rebellion has been put down. One question remains: where is Rhaena Targaryen? She was not found among the survivors nor the corpses of the battle at the Gods Eye.

Rhaena’s last known location was Pinkmaiden. The master states it is unknown if Aegon asked Rhaena to remain behind or if it was her choice to stay at Pinkmaiden. Mu guess is Rhaena chose to remain at Pinkmaiden. Her plan of choice was to flee across the Narrow Sea with her family. I can’t see Rhaena wanting to leave the twins without a parent if both her and Aegon were to fall in battle.

Rhaena listened to the news of the passing of Aegon and Melony Piper in stony silence. When asked if she would weep, Rhaena responded: “I do not have time for tears”. Rhaena gathered up her daughters and fled, first to Lannisport and then across the seas to Fair Isle, where the new lord Marq Farman (who lost his father and elder brother when they fought for Aegon at the Gods Eye) gave her sanctuary and swore no harm would come to her.

For most of the year, the residents of Fair Isle waited for Maegor to storm the island, but it never happened.

I wish we had insight into Rhaena’s head.

She had to feel a myriad of emotions upon hearing of Aegon and Melony’s deaths:

Anger at Maegor for causing their deaths, anger at Aegon for pursuing this foolish quest and putting his personal glory before the safety of their family, anger at those who didn’t support her husband in his claim

Regret for not being able to stop Aegon from launching this doomed rebellion, regret for not joining him on the battlefield – she may have felt she could have saved Aegon or Melony if she had been there

Guilt – Melony only joined Aegon’s forces because of her love for Rhaena

Grief – She would be mourning the loss of her brother/husband and her best friend/childhood love, she may have had other friends that died during the battle

Fear – Aegon rose up in rebellion and lost, Maegor is not a kind man – what will he to do to the twins and herself, not to mention her family at King’s Landing

Uncertainty – where does she go from here

I would love a novel of Rhena’s life. Told from her viewpoint – to see her start as the young, shy, animal-loving child and then to watch as the traumas of her life turn her into a bitter, shattered recluse. It would be a devastating roller-coaster of emotions. I love Rhaena. I find her to be the most interesting Targaryen – yes, even more than Daenerys, Rhaenyra, Aegon the Conqueror, Daemon Blackfyre, or Rhaegar Targaryen.

Rhaena isn’t a prince that was promised, a mother of dragons, a conqueror, or rebellious upstart – she doesn’t have blinking lights surrounding her shouting “I’m Special”! She’s a young girl whose life was shattered (on multiple occasions) due to her family’s obsession with the throne, suffered severe trauma due to the shatterings, lashed out because of the shatterings, made enemies and alienated family when she lashed out, causing more traumas until she ended up a broken, bitter recluse. The emotions I would feel reading the story from her point of view! I feel plenty of emotions reading about her from a maester’s viewpoint!

Up next, Maegor is back at the Red Keep.

#asoiaf #game of thrones #hotd #house targaryen #rhaena targaryen #aegon the uncrowned #aegon targaryen #maegor targaryen #melony piper #marq farman #fair isle #twoiaf #fire and blood

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princerenly · 1 year

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i wish there was a riverlands character pov (as in someone from the riverlands) beyond cat because obviously cat cares about the riverlands but also she is concerned with her children and cycles of revenge etc and i think it would be interesting to see the war through the eyes of someone who’s watching their homeland get destroyed and particularly if they were part of robb’s army where they were all united against the common foe of the lannisters (including bracken and blackwood!) because of the same injuries they all faced and then one of their own (regardless of whether they liked walder frey) betrayed them in spite of this common cause and where does that put them all then

#i was thinking about the smallfolk who are killed (in asos) for feeding lannister soldiers #and its like. i would love to get into the head of the likes of marq piper or one of that group #and see how thats reconciled with the overall mission and then how walder freys betrayal kind of fits into that #text

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asoiafreadthru · 10 months

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HOSTER TULLY, Lord of Riverrun,

His wife, [LADY MINISA, of House Whent], died in childbed,

Their children:

CATELYN, the eldest daughter, wed to Lord Eddard Stark,

LYSA, the younger daughter, wed to Lord Jon Arryn,

SER EDMURE, heir to Riverrun,

His brother, SER BRYNDEN, called the Blackfish,

His household:

MAESTER VYMAN, counselor, healer, and tutor,

SER DESMOND GRELL, master-at-arms,

SER ROBIN RYGER, captain of the guard,

UTHERYDES WAYN, steward of Riverrun,

His knights and lords bannermen:

JASON MALLISTER, Lord of Seagard,

PATREK MALLISTER, his son and heir,

WALDER FREY, Lord of the Crossing,

His numerous sons, grandsons, and bastards,

JONOS BRACKEN, Lord of the Stone Hedge,

TYTOS BLACKWOOD, Lord of Raventree,

SER RAYMUN DARRY,

SER KARYL VANCE,

SER MARQ PIPER,

SHELLA WHENT, Lady of Harrenhal,

SER WILLIS WODE, a knight in her service.

Lesser houses sworn to Riverrun include Darry, Frey, Mallister, Bracken, Blackwood, Whent, Ryger, Piper, and Vance.

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west1rosi · 8 months

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STARTER CALL: MAIN TIMELINE.

like this post for a starter from one of the muses of main timeline of asoiaf. if you are a multimuse, please specify your muses. make sure to also choose one of mine or at least, choose a few for me to pick from. only liking and not specifying will be ignored.

muse list of main asoiaf timeline era:

lord tywin lannister. faceclaim : charles dance.

lady elyra brax (oc). faceclaim : jessica alexander.

king viserys iii targaryen. faceclaim : harry lloyd.

king robert baratheon. faceclaim: mark addy.

princess orysa baratheon (oc). faceclaim : jennie jacques.

gendry baratheon. faceclaim : joe dempsey.

theon greyjoy. faceclaim : alfie allen.

captain indya sunderly (oc). faceclaim : jessie mei li.

lady myranda royce. faceclaim : yuliya khlynina.

lord ned stark. faceclaim : sean bean.

lady catelyn stark. faceclaim : michelle fairley.

queen jeyne westerling. faceclaim : synnove karslen.

lord asher forrester. faceclaim : liam mcintyre.

lady mara mormont (oc). faceclaim : matilda de argelis.

lady jeyne poole. faceclaim : elinor crowley.

wylla manderly. faceclaim : alice agneson.

val of the free folk. faceclaim : frida gustavsson.

prince doran martell. faceclaim : alfredo castro.

prince oberyn martell. faceclaim : pedro pascal.

princess arianne martell. faceclaim : yvette monreal.

lady regent, allyria dayne. faceclaim : marina moschen.

lord edmure tully. faceclaim : tobias menzies.

lady roslin tully. faceclaim : rose williams.

ser patrek mallister. faceclaim : aneurin barnard.

marq piper. faceclaim : jose ramon barreto.

alerie tyrell. faceclaim : joely richarson.

olenna tyrell. faceclaim : diana rigg.

lord willas tyrell. faceclaim : gwilym lee.

ryna hightower. faceclaim : danielle rose russell.

elinor tyrell. faceclaim : isabela merced.

margaery tyrell. faceclaim : natalie dormer

lady mina redwyne. faceclaim : claire ferlini.

lady desmera redwyne. faceclaim : charlotte hope.

meredyth crane. faceclaim : caitlin stasey.

jocelyn swyft. faceclaim: tamsin egerton.

addam marbrand. faceclaim: toby stephens.

lady alyssane lefford. faceclaim: sarah bolger.

lady shyra errol. faceclaim: holliday grainger.

alys karstark. faceclaim: gevenieve gaunt.

marei hill. faceclaim: eloise smyth.

ardrian celtigar. faceclaim : tony leung.

syrenia celtigar. faceclaim : dianne doan.

harras harlow. faceclaim : daniel sharman.

ser jorah mormont. faceclaim : iain glen.

#⸻ . ✷ ❛ permanent calls❜ 〉mutuals can interact .

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alleyskywalker · 5 months

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NEW FIC: Undeniable Spice (Theon/various)

Title: Undeniable Spice Co-Author: @hell-heron Fandom: A Song of Ice and Fire Characters/Pairings: Theon/Alys Karstark, Theon/Bessa, Theon/Catelyn, Theon/Daryn Hornwood, Theon/Eleyna Westerling, Theon/Falia Flowers, Theon/Greydon Goodbrother, Theon/Hagen's daughter, Theon/Irri, Theon/Jeyne P., Theon/Kyra, Theon/Loras, Theon/Marq Piper, Theon/Nymeria Sand, Theon/Olyvar, Theon/Patrek, Theon/Quentyn, Theon/Robb, Theon/Squirrel, Theon/Tris, Theon/Miller's Wife from Acorn Water, Theon/Wynafryd, Theon/Captain's Daughter, Theon/Yohn Farwynd, Theon/Zia Frey Rating: R / Mature Word Count: ~10,700 Summary: A collection of drabbles and ficlets featuring different Theon ships (sweet, bitter or spicy!), one for each letter of the alphabet.

Read on AO3

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aegor-bamfsteel · 1 year

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How would Riverrun have been as a place for Theon Greyjoy to spend his time as a hostage, compared to Winterfell? What would Hoster Tully be like as a foster-father, and do you think Theon would have gotten along well with Edmure?

It doesn’t say that House Tully was involved in the Greyjoy Rebellion, though it seems likely that at least Blackfish fought during the raids on the coast. That said, Riverrun is more centrally located than Winterfell, meaning Theon wouldn’t have to travel far for entertainment and there are theoretically more people around (Edmure’s friends of Mallister, Vance, Piper, and Goodbrook are at opposite ends of the Riverlands). However, he wouldn’t be in the same role as “older brother” relative to Robb, since Edmure is at least 4 years older than him (possibly as much as 12), meaning he wouldn’t get to make as much of an impression on Edmure as he did Robb (who was still maturing when they met). As for being a “foster father”/hostage keeper, we get a sense of how Hoster may be in his treatment of Petyr Baelish; not one to confide his problems to (apparently that was the Blackfish), maybe taking him on a few journeys, but having little patience for Theon’s womanizing at his castle, and punishing him if he ever tried bedding a noblewoman (he couldn’t banish Theon, but at least he has no daughters at home to seduce). That said, considering Theon bonded with Patrek Mallister over their shared love of “drink, women and hawking” (even though his dad killed Theon’s brother, it seems they had a threesome with a miller’s wife, bringing to mind Theon’s possible foursome with Robb, Kyra, and Bessa. And now I’m realizing the significance of that scene with Ramsay and Jeyne), and Mallister along with Marq Piper (a hot-tempered warrior who trades suggestive jests with Alyx Frey) is best friends with Edmure Tully, I’m sure they’d get along pretty well. Maybe the four of them do a lot of drinking, carousing, hunting, and are “very good friends” (Basically the AU of this on AO3 would likely be rated E and tagged “it’s not gay if it’s in a threeway”) It’s not like Theon is going to own up to his feelings of emotional repression over being a hostage to Edmure though, if he didn’t to Robb, and he only did when Rodrik had him cornered.

#ask #what if #theon greyjoy #asoiaf #riverlands

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turtle-paced · 2 years

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Why did Edmure refuse to see cateyln “Edmure had not returned after his first visit, preferring to spend his days with Marq Piper and Patrek Mallister, listening to Rymund the Rhymer's verses about the battle at the Stone Mill. Robb is not Edmure, though. Robb will see me.- ASOS chapter 2”

Because he was angry Catelyn freed the most important prisoner the Starks had ever taken from Edmure's own custody. He doesn't want to go have the shouting match, though; he's distracting himself from the problem with something that makes him feel better.

#asoiaf #valyrianscrolls #edmure tully #catelyn stark #a storm of swords

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warsofasoiaf · 1 year

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Scrolling down and your the Oberyn and Willas question. It got me wanting to ask. Why do you think Willas and Edmure weren’t friends? Both are very close in age, may even be born in the same year if the 273 estimates are correct. They’re also L.P heirs, unmarried, and both seem like nice people. Why do you think they haven’t become friends? If Willas could be penpals with Oberyn surely adding a LP heir would be a good idea? Or at least encouraged by Hoster/Olenna

Edmure is friends with Marq Piper, who is known to be a bit hot-headed. Willas, from everything we've been given, is more of a mellow, cerebral individual. So I think the reason they aren't friends is more due to a personality clash than anything else, but it's entirely speculative.

Thanks for the question, Anon.

SomethingLikeALawyer, Hand of the King

#speculation #edmure tully #willas tyrell

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dcviline · 7 months

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᯽⊱ @west1rosi ⊱ 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐪 𝐏𝐢𝐩𝐞𝐫 said:

❝ I know you hold no love for me. How could you when we are practically strangers? And I know we may never come to love each other, but we can at least be friends. ❞

ㅤㅤㅤIS THIS THE PRICE SHE MUST PAY FOR A PEACEFUL LIFE? The North is fractured, and the Riverlands fare just as well in the aftermath of war. A sense of unity must be restored first and foremost, and there is no better way to create unity between houses than to solidify alliances through matrimony. It was her own suggestion, yet she hadn't foreseen herself being volunteered for that purpose. In public, she would not dismiss the proposed betrothal outright; she has not lost her sense of manners, but in private, she had railed against it. She had survived an engagement to Joffrey and being wed to Tyrion, must she sacrifice more of her life to unwilling courtship? Marq is no Joffrey, at least, and she can see the advantage of wedding a man of one of the principle houses of the Riverlands. One that is still standing, at least. And he's not entirely a stranger; he had been friends with Robb and Theon, but the most she knew of him personally was of his brashness, and she doubts his intentions will be different than any other man.

ㅤㅤㅤ❝ Friends ? ❞ Sansa scoffs, Tully blues holding an icy chill as she finally turns away from the hearth before her to face her betrothed. ❝ You're not marrying me to be my friend , Lord Piper. Let's not pretend otherwise. ❞ He may try to speak sweetly, but surely he will prove no different. She's learned how this goes by now. But she is not the same girl cowering in the corner, pleading in silence for mercy she will not be shown. Sansa knows the power she holds now, and one word to her brothers will see this whole thing put to an end if egregious enough. She need not receive nothing in return for her hand and her compliance this time around. ❝ I've agreed to this because I know it will benefit the realms, and I will play my part. I'll be your wife, but I have my own conditions. ❞ Her arms cross over her chest. She's never been one to make demands of others like this, but this is a power that she is learning to wield more freely. It almost makes her feel guilty for a moment, treating him so harshly when thus far he has done nothing to cause offense, and yet her past experiences scream at her from within to prepare for the worst at hand lest she be caught in the same trappings she had fought so desperately to escape before. The Stark must reassure herself. It is not cruel to make oneself clear. If he is a good man, he will listen. ❝ Firstly, you may not compel anything of me. Not to serve you, not to share your bed, not anything. I will do my duty, but only so far as you respect my personhood. Is that understood? ❞

#west1rosi #᯽⊱ west1rosi ⊱ 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐪 𝐏𝐢𝐩𝐞𝐫 #᯽ muse ⊱ ── 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐚 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐤 #she's a little snippy blame the trauma

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istumpysk · 2 years

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Operation Stumpy Re-Read

ASOS: Arya XII (Chapter 65)

She could feel the hole inside her every morning when she woke. It wasn't hunger, though sometimes there was that too. It was a hollow place, an emptiness where her heart had been, where her brothers had lived, and her parents. Her head hurt too. Not as bad as it had at first, but still pretty bad. Arya was used to that, though, and at least the lump was going down. But the hole inside her stayed the same. The hole will never feel any better, she told herself when she went to sleep.

Some mornings Arya did not want to wake at all. She would huddle beneath her cloak with her eyes squeezed shut and try to will herself back to sleep. If the Hound would only have left her alone, she would have slept all day and all night.

Big sister energy throughout this chapter.

She drew the curtains around her bed, slept, woke weeping, and slept again. When she could not sleep she lay under her blankets shivering with grief. - Sansa VI, AGOT

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That was the best part, the dreaming. She dreamed of wolves most every night. A great pack of wolves, with her at the head. She was bigger than any of them, stronger, swifter, faster. She could outrun horses and outfight lions.

Interesting animals he's chosen there.

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"Dry off and feed the bloody horses," he told her, and she did.

They had two now, Stranger and a sorrel palfrey mare Arya had named Craven, because Sandor said she'd likely run off from the Twins the same as them. They'd found her wandering riderless through a field the morning after the slaughter. She was a good enough horse, but Arya could not love a coward. Stranger would have fought. Still, she tended the mare as best she knew.

Isn't that exactly what the Hound did during the Battle of the Blackwater?

Oh, I get it. That's funny. She's the Stranger, and he's craven. They're riding on the wrong horse.

The Hound had turned craven, she heard it said; at the height of the battle, he got so drunk the Imp had to take his men. - Sansa I, ASOS

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Where would she go? Winterfell was gone. Her grandfather's brother was at Riverrun, but he didn't know her, no more than she knew him. Maybe Lady Smallwood would take her in at Acorn Hall, but maybe she wouldn't. Besides, Arya wasn't even sure she could find Acorn Hall again.

There's those two people again.

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Sometimes she thought she might go back to Sharna's inn, if the floods hadn't washed it away. She could stay with Hot Pie, or maybe Lord Beric would find her there. Anguy would teach her to use a bow, and she could ride with Gendry and be an outlaw, like Wenda the White Fawn in the songs.

But that was just stupid, like something Sansa might dream.

It wasn't stupid. Even little Arya has a few songs in her head.

(Bow!)

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"You'd be dead if I had. You ought to thank me. You ought to sing me a pretty little song, the way your sister did."

"Did you hit her with an axe too?"

"I hit you with the flat of the axe, you stupid little bitch. If I'd hit you with the blade there'd still be chunks of your head floating down the Green Fork. Now shut your bloody mouth. If I had any sense I'd give you to the silent sisters. They cut the tongues out of girls who talk too much."

This loser keeps trying to convince Arya that Sansa voluntarily sang for him. How pathetic.

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His [Ser Marq Piper's man] shoulder was swollen grotesquely, and pus and blood had stained his whole left side. There was a stink to him too. He smells like a corpse. The man begged them for a drink of wine.

"If I'd had any wine, I'd have drunk it myself," the Hound told him. "I can give you water, and the gift of mercy."

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When she came back, the archer turned his face up and she poured the water into his mouth.

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The Hound eased his dagger into the man's chest almost tenderly, the weight of his body driving the point through his surcoat, ringmail, and the quilting beneath. As he slid the blade back out and wiped it on the dead man, he looked at Arya. "That's where the heart is, girl. That's how you kill a man." That's one way.

I've got some bad news for everyone. It's not a good thing this is appearing in the same chapter Nymeria finds Catelyn.

Almost tenderly? Didn't like reading that.

Arya thinking to herself there's more than one way to kill someone with a dagger? Equally funny and depressing.

Anyway, this is the second time Arya has given water to a dying man. I think it keeps happening? Maybe we should pay attention to it.

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"Will we bury him?"

"Why?" Sandor said. "He don't care, and we've got no spade. Leave him for the wolves and wild dogs. Your brothers and mine." He gave her a hard look. "First we rob him, though."

Nice, Ygritte.

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There were two silver stags in the archer's purse, and almost thirty coppers. His dagger had a pretty pink stone in the hilt. The Hound hefted the knife in his hand, then flipped it toward Arya. She caught it by the hilt, slid it through her belt, and felt a little better. It wasn't Needle, but it was steel. The dead man had a quiver of arrows too, but arrows weren't much good without a bow.

You have no idea how obsessed I just became with this dagger. I tracked it! She keeps it, and brings it to Braavos. Needle on her right hip, the dagger on her left.

(Bow!)

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"Where are we going?" she asked again.

This time the Hound answered her. "You have an aunt in the Eyrie. Might be she'll want to ransom your scrawny arse, though the gods know why. Once we find the high road, we can follow it all the way to the Bloody Gate."

Dontos is determined to get that reward.

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That night she went to sleep thinking of her mother, and wondering if she should kill the Hound in his sleep and rescue Lady Catelyn herself. When she closed her eyes she saw her mother's face against the back of her eyelids. She's so close I could almost smell her . . .

. . . and then she could smell her.

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Dead men clogged the shallows, some still moving as the water pushed them, others washed up on the banks. Her brothers and sisters swarmed around them, tearing at the rich ripe flesh.

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The crows were there too, screaming at the wolves and filling the air with feathers. Their blood was hotter, and one of her sisters had snapped at one as it took flight and caught it by the wing. It made her want a crow herself. She wanted to taste the blood, to hear the bones crunch between her teeth, to fill her belly with warm flesh instead of cold.

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She sniffed the air again. There it was, and now she saw it too, something pale and white drifting down the river, turning where it brushed against a snag. The reeds bowed down before it.

[...]

She paddled after the sharp red whisper of cold blood, the sweet cloying stench of death. She chased them as she had often chased a red deer through the trees, and in the end she ran them down, and her jaw closed around a pale white arm. She shook it to make it move, but there was only death and blood in her mouth. By now she was tiring, and it was all she could do to pull the body back to shore. As she dragged it up the muddy bank, one of her little brothers came prowling, his tongue lolling from his mouth. She had to snarl to drive him off, or else he would have fed. Only then did she stop to shake the water from her fur. The white thing lay facedown in the mud, her dead flesh wrinkled and pale, cold blood trickling from her throat. Rise, she thought. Rise and eat and run with us.

Oh, she'll eat. Don't worry about that.

I have to include it, but I don't have much to say. That crow part is weird.

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The sound of horses turned her head. Men. They were coming from downwind, so she had not smelled them, but now they were almost here. Men on horses, with flapping black and yellow and pink wings and long shiny claws in hand.

Here comes Beric!

Don't do it Beric!

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When morning came, the Hound did not need to shout at Arya or shake her awake. She had woken before him for a change, and even watered the horses. They broke their fast in silence, until Sandor said, "This thing about your mother . . ."

"It doesn't matter," Arya said in a dull voice. "I know she's dead. I saw her in a dream."

The Hound looked at her a long time, then nodded. No more was said of it. They rode on toward the mountains.

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His dream of selling Arya to Lady Arryn died there in the hills, though. "There's frost above us and snow in the high passes," the village elder said. "If you don't freeze or starve, the shadowcats will get you, or the cave bears. There's the clans as well. The Burned Men are fearless since Timett One-Eye came back from the war. And half a year ago, Gunthor son of Gurn led the Stone Crows down on a village not eight miles from here. They took every woman and every scrap of grain, and killed half the men. They have steel now, good swords and mail hauberks, and they watch the high road—the Stone Crows, the Milk Snakes, the Sons of the Mist, all of them. Might be you'd take a few with you, but in the end they'd kill you and make off with your daughter."

Wow, look at all this information. This sounds awful. We wouldn't want a daughter getting stolen by some mountain wildlings.

Did you know this is the first time he's ever called Timett One-Eye? :)

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I'm not his daughter, Arya might have shouted, if she hadn't felt so tired. She was no one's daughter now. She was no one. Not Arya, not Weasel, not Nan nor Arry nor Squab, not even Lumpyhead.

✨ foreshadowing ✨

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And there was one girl who took to following her, the village elder's daughter. She was of an age with Arya, but just a child; she cried if she skinned a knee, and carried a stupid cloth doll with her everywhere she went. The doll was made up to look like a man-at-arms, sort of, so the girl called him Ser Soldier and bragged how he kept her safe. "Go away," Arya told her half a hundred times. "Just leave me be." She wouldn't, though, so finally Arya took the doll away from her, ripped it open, and pulled the rag stuffing out of its belly with a finger. "Now he really looks like a soldier!" she said, before she threw the doll in a brook.

It was more than Sansa could stand. "Robert, stop that." Instead he swung the doll again, and a foot of wall exploded. She grabbed for his hand but she caught the doll instead. There was a loud ripping sound as the thin cloth tore. Suddenly she had the doll's head, Robert had the legs and body, and the rag-and-sawdust stuffing was spilling in the snow.

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A mad rage seized hold of her. She picked up a broken branch and smashed the torn doll's head down on top of it, then pushed it down atop the shattered gatehouse of her snow castle. - Sansa VII, ASOS

Arya throws the doll in a stream. Sansa puts the doll's head on a spike.

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"Aye. We don't get travelers here, that's so, but we go to market, and to fairs. We know about King Joffrey's dog."

"When these Stone Crows come calling, you might be glad to have a dog."

"Might be." The man hesitated, then gathered up his courage. "But they say you lost your belly for fighting at the Blackwater. They say—"

"I know what they say." Sandor's voice sounded like two woodsaws grinding together. "Pay me, and we'll be gone."

They say you're craven. They say you're craven. They say you're craven. They say you're craven. They say you're craven. They say you're craven. They say you're craven. They say you're craven. They say you're craven. They say you're craven. They say you're craven.

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"We'll make for Riverrun," he told Arya as they roasted a hare he'd killed. "Maybe the Blackfish wants to buy himself a she-wolf."

"He doesn't know me. He won't even know I'm really me."

That's peculiar wording.

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Sandor's laugh was half a growl. "The little wolf bitch wants to join the Night's Watch, does she?"

"My brother's on the Wall," she said stubbornly.

His mouth gave a twitch. "The Wall's a thousand leagues from here. We'd need to fight through the bloody Freys just to reach the Neck. There's lizard lions in those swamps that eat wolves every day for breakfast. And if we did reach the north with our skins intact, there's ironborn in half the castles, and thousands of bloody buggering northmen as well."

"Are you scared of them?" she asked. "Have you lost your belly for fighting?"

For a moment she thought he was going to hit her. By then the hare was brown, though, skin crackling and grease popping as it dripped down into the cookfire. Sandor took it off the stick, ripped it apart with his big hands, and tossed half of it into Arya's lap. "There's nothing wrong with my belly," he said as he pulled off a leg, "but I don't give a rat's arse for you or your brother. I have a brother too."

That's one little wolf bitch that didn't make it to the Wall!

Final thoughts:

What goes through a Sansan's head when he's constantly mistaken for Arya's father?

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