My girlfriend recently started reading the game of thrones books so I decided to make her a bookmark. Its double sided!

The Red Wedding as a fairytale in a medieval manuscript 


no but tell me that it wouldn’t have been better to go from the arya scene to the bwb finding cat in the trident all with music playing in the back and beric leans down and tucks a piece of cats hair behind her ear and looks up to thoros and gives a sort of nod/sad smile and thoros starts pushing towards him as beric leans down whispers valar doheris and kisses her thoros reaches him and puts a hand on his shoulder just as his body crumples and thoros is leaning over him eyes wide and shining and then you hear anguy go “seven hells” and then thoros turns slowly afraid of what he’ll see and we slow pan up her body past twitching fingers and linger on her face and then her eyes open milky white and cut to credits


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But Catelyn is no longer the woman she was in the books, and so all of her tragedy lacks sting. The writers scrambled to make amends for past mistakes in order to make the scene more powerful, by actually giving her lines, by acknowledging that she gives good advice and that Robb does rely on her, but it was too little, too late. Imagine how much more powerful Catelyn’s plea to “let it end” would be, if we had seen, over an extended period of time, how Catelyn understands the cost of war, how all she wants is for the war to end so that the people she loves can be safe. Imagine how shocking it would be to have her threaten to cut Walder Frey’s wife’s throat, if Catelyn had been shown to be someone who is not all about revenge, who is honorable and kind and would never do something like that unless she was desperate. Imagine what a strong moment it would be when she then cut that innocent girl’s throat, as a woman who’s lost everything, a woman driven to be someone that she’s not because everything has been stolen from her.


The players in the gallery had finally gotten both king and queen down to their name-day suits. With scarcely a moment’s respite, they began to play a very different sort of song. No one sang the words, but Catelyn knew “The Rains of Castamere” when she heard it. Edwyn was hurrying toward a door. She hurried faster, driven by the music. Six quick strides and she caught him. And who are you, the proud lord said, that I must bow so low?

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