Something in the air seemed off this night, something that upsetted the boy’s direwolf and had the beast prowling restlessly through the castle, spooking several handmaidens and such who would rather not turn the corner to have a rather large direwolf staring them nearly straight in the eye. But if only they knew how big an actual direwolf could get, and how much Summer would become. But the size of the wolf didn’t matter, he would’ve taken the beast if he was slow, if he was weak, for he was still oddly attached to the wolf who the boy currently found himself, in a predicament similar to that of the beast. Though instead of wandering, he was left to lay in his bed, watching the candle light flicker until the door creaked open, though not due to Summer nosing it open.
Footfalls were soft, barely able to be heard
as the beauty roamed the castle, of Winterfell.
She was still becoming used to the feeling of
being free. She had run from Neverland, fled
actually, finally managed to free herself from
the horrid clutches of Peter. The endless
nights of being forced to be ‘his’, while her
mind traveled elsewhere. She had simply
fallen into the wrong land after she had used
the magic bean to transport her. She landed
in Westeros, a place she had never heard of
before, another realm entirely. She still couldn’t
sleep at night, even after being in the castle
of the Stark’s for nearly 2 weeks.
Her dreams were laced with horrors, both memories,
and nightmares. She awoke tangled in her sheets
screaming for Peter to get off of her. She remembered
the way he would punish her if she didn’t please him,
and threaten her. He had murdered her brothers, just
because he could, severing the only bond she had had
left to run home to. She found herself trapped in this
strange realm, but she had no family regardless, even
if she were in her own realm. The only comfort she found
was with the crippled Stark boy. She had grown fond of
him, and sometimes found herself in his room, when she
was unable to sleep due to the nightmares.
She wiped at the tears, unable to stop
them from steaming down her cheeks,
and she slowly slipped into Bran’s
chambers, moving to sit on his bed slowly.
”I…I didn’t mean to startle you….” She
admitted her fingers reaching out to take
his hand, slowly, as she sat on his bed.
I wanted to make a strong mother character. The portrayal of women in epic fantasy has been problematical for a long time. These books are largely written by men but women also read them in great, great numbers. And the women in fantasy tend to be very atypical women… They tend to be the woman warrior or the spunky princess who wouldn’t accept what her father lays down, and I have those archetypes in my books as well. However, with Catelyn there is something reset for the Eleanor of Aquitaine, the figure of the woman who accepted her role and functions with a narrow society and, nonetheless, achieves considerable influence and power and authority despite accepting the risks and limitations of this society. - GRRM on Catelyn Stark
“There is only one hell, princess. The one we live in now.” — Melisandre
“I am only a little lion, child, and I vow, I shall not savage you.”
↳ alayneestone said: Jaime or Tyrion
"You’re like one of those birds from the Summer Isles, aren’t you? A pretty little talking bird, repeating all the pretty little words they taught you to recite"…
I haven’t been myself since we’ve returned. I should have realized the reason why.
It’s because I don’t have h e r.
game of thrones meme: whatever i want [7/10] → daenerys & khal drogo
You must look in his eyes always. Love comes in at the eyes.
You are… a far crueler curse than the hybrid curse. You are the woman I love. And I get to watch you die. Over and over again. (x)