“Nothing will happen to you. Nothing. I could not stand it. They took Ned, and your sweet brothers. Sansa is married, Arya is lost, my father’s dead … if anything befell you, I would go mad, Robb. You are all I have left. You are all the north has left.”

“I am not dead yet, Mother.”


Grant us your revenge,
We are not afraid of death.
Let none of them ever more, ever more,
Lay a hopeful gaze upon the sky!


there sits the only king i mean to bend my knee to. | (sam claflin as smalljon umber for carotam)

Am I your brother?
Now and always. 

Fool’s blood, king’s blood, blood on the maiden’s thigh, but chains for the guests and chains for the bridegroom, aye aye aye.

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