She was as beautiful as men said. A jeweled tiara gleamed amidst her long golden hair, its emeralds a perfect match for the green of her eyes.
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“Blue is a good color on you, my lady,” Jaime observed. “It goes well with your eyes.” She does have astonishing eyes.
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the murdered do haunt their murderers
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What is honor compared to a woman’s love? What is duty against the feel of a newborn son in your arms… or the memory of a brother’s smile? Wind and words. Wind and words. We are only human, and the gods have fashioned us for love. That is our great glory, and our great tragedy.
Jon Snow - and family that haunts him, because sometimes ghosts make for the best love stories.
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Dragon Sighting Above Hull
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“Lady Rhaena of House Targaryen, brave Baela’s twin, had brought a dragon’s egg with her to the Vale...an egg that had proved fertile, bringing forth a pale pink hatchling with black horns and crest. Rhaena named her Morning.”
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(very affectionate. i think sansa deserves to stare into ppl's souls. as a treat)
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She gazed down at the bones that were all that remained of her lord and love. “Now leave me, all of you. I would be alone with Ned tonight.” / The women in grey bowed their heads. The silent sisters do not speak to the living, Catelyn remembered dully, but some say they can talk to the dead. And how she envied that . . .
“Lady Stoneheart.” / “Some call her that. Some call her other things. The Silent Sister. Mother Merciless. The Hangwoman.”
Grey was the color of the silent sisters, the handmaidens of the Stranger. Brienne felt a shiver climb her spine. Stoneheart.
Happy Harlaween @hxmosuperior!
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i loved a maid as white as winter/as red as autumn.
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old gods most specialest princess ever
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