"She licked her lips, remembering. The bleating of the sheep, the terror in the shepherd’s eyes, the sound the dogs had made as she killed them one by one, the snarling of her pack. Game had become scarcer since the snows began to fall, but last night they had feasted. Lamb and dog and mutton and the flesh of man. Some of her little grey cousins were afraid of men, even dead men, but not her. Meat was meat, and men were prey. She was the night wolf. But only when she dreamed."
❝ rhaenys was a beautiful woman with silver-gold hair, which she kept long and wore loose, purple eyes, and a slender body. rhaenys was kindhearted, graceful, playful, curious, impulsive, and given to flights of fancy, with a mischievous aspect to her personality. ❞
The snow drifted down and down, all in ghostly silence, and lay thick and unbroken on the ground. All color had fled the world outside. It was a place of whites and blacks and greys. White towers and white snow and white statues, black shadows and black trees, the dark grey sky above. A pure world, Sansa thought. I do not belong here.
Yet she stepped out all the same.
Her boots tore ankle-deep holes into the smooth white surface of the snow, yet made no sound. Sansa drifted past frosted shrubs and thin dark trees, and wondered if she were still dreaming. Drifting snowflakes brushed her face as light as lover’s kisses, and melted on her cheeks. At the center of the garden, beside the statue of the weeping woman that lay broken and half-buried on the ground, she turned her face up to the sky and closed her eyes. She could feel the snow on her lashes, taste it on her lips. It was the taste of Winterfell. The taste of innocence. The taste of dreams.
Arya Stark returns to Westeros after two years of sailing and exploring the West. She passes through the North to see her family, and then makes her way to the Stormlands. Gendry Baratheon has been ruling as Lord of Storm’s End since the attack on King’s Landing. He is surprised but overjoyed when Arya arrives at the castle. It takes some time for Arya and Gendry to grow back together, but they are as in love as they ever were. Now Arya rules by Gendry’s side as her own kind of Lady.
I found the comment about the wifi that I mentioned in my last post
This is from Elliot and Harry’s TikTok Game of Thrones Live!
Please I love these two boys so much
*I thought Trystane and Myrcella were sweet. Also, I know how Tyrion and Shae ended, but I've chosen to ignore that like other things I ignore in that show lol.
"Just… just be Arya, be his wife. Please him, or… just please him, and stop this talk about being someone else." Jeyne, her name is Jeyne, it rhymes with pain. The music was growing more insistent. "It is time. Wipe those tears from your eyes." Brown eyes. They should be grey. Someone will see. Someone will remember.