♕ ASOIAF Favourite Location: Dorne
They called him the Young Wolf. He was born to be Lord of Winterfell but when the War of the Five Kings started he was one of them, crowned at fifteen after the battle of the Whispering Wood where he captured the Kingslayer. It’s said that when he raised to accept his crown, all men and their families knelt to swear feilty, and all the wolves in the Seven Kingdoms howled at once. He never lost a battle, and some say that he put a bit of himself in his Grey Wind every time he rode against another army, killing enemies with a sword and with his bare teeth both. But what the stories won’t tell you is that Robb Stark had his mother’s eyes, and he always had a place for bastards and broken things at his table. He was terrible at sums, but maps and houses came to him so naturally, as if he had been born to be a king and know every piece of land and the men who served him. Winterfell’s name was the one he cried in battle and he was every bit his father’s son, but family, duty and honor were part of him just as much as winter. He was a good king, kind and noble and just, and when he died the North died with him. But they raised once more and remembered. The Young Wolf is nothing more than a song now… and it’s the loudest one of them.
“As a member of the Wildling tribe, the actress shoots the bulk of her outdoor scenes in Iceland. She says the toughest thing about the extreme environment isn’t the cold, but walking in thick snow while trying to stay in character on camera. “You become very aware that this is Ygritte’s home, she’s incredibly comfortable in this particular surrounding,” Leslie says. “You can’t look like you’re working so hard to trudge up a hill. I’m like panting inside.”
A girl in grey on a dying horse, he thought. Coming here, to you.
#alys is fantastic like you think you’re full up on asoiaf ladies to love but then boom here comes another one #and omg her/the magnar otppppppppp #i love love love complex royal women/soldiers who are in over their head ships #and omg the bit where jon is watching them dance and the magnar is like so into it omg can’t #and okay i rly love how jon is constantly floored by every woman he meets #he’s just like ‘oh hey val you’re a wildling badass; i respect that’ #and then he’s like ‘hey yo melisandre youre nuts; i respect that’ #and then alys rocks up and he’s like ‘hey girl you’ve got balls of steel and you’re only like 15; i respect that’ #tell em jon
“They called Rickon Stark the Young Wolf Reborn, in the image of his brother. But some could argue that there was never a king with more fury than the forgotten pup of Winterfell.”
“A blue flower grew from a chink in a wall of ice, and filled the air with sweetness.” - A Clash of Kings
Now two children danced across the godswood, hooting at one another as they dueled with broken branches. The girl was the older and taller of the two. Arya! Bran thought eagerly, as he watched her leap up onto a rock and cut at the boy. But that couldn’t be right. If the girl was Arya, the boy was Bran himself, and he had never worn his hair so long. And Arya never beat me playing swords, the way that girl is beating him. She slashed the boy across his thigh, so hard that his leg went out from under him and he fell into the pool and began to splash and shout. “You be quiet, stupid,” the girl said, tossing her own branch aside. “It’s just water. Do you want Old Nan to hear and run tell Father?” She knelt and pulled her brother from pool, but before she got him out again, the two of them were gone.
05/07/12 @ 09:41pm
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because i seriously need one right now.
