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noaahczerny:

In a room sit three great men, a king, a priest, and a rich man with his gold. Between them stands a sellsword, a little man of common birth and no great mind. Each of the great ones bids him slay the other two. ‘Do it,’ says the king, 'for I am your lawful ruler.’ 'Do it,’ says the priest, 'for I command you in the names of the Gods.’ 'Do it,’ says the rich man, 'and all this gold shall be yours.’ So tell me—who lives and who dies? Power resides where men believe it resides.

starkeddard-archive:

Centuries come and go without a person like that coming into the world

feathersofwinter:

theshewolfinwinterfell asked arya/gendry or jon/ygritte
ARYA & GENDRY

They were her pack, her friends, the only living friends that remained to her […] I won’t let them take us, she vowed silently, reaching back over her shoulder to touch the hilt of the sword that Gendry had stolen for her. I won’t.
“She’s my sister” Gendry put a heavy hand on the old man’s shoulder, and squeezed. “Leave her be”.

I’ll dress you all in yellow silk, and on your head a crown. For you shall be my lady love, and I shall be your lord. I’ll always keep you warm and safe, and guard you with my sword.

There was no use trying to convince the Bull of anything. Still, he was the only true friend she had.

- They’re a family. I’ve never had a family.
-  I can be your family!

You wouldn’t be my family. You’d be m’lady.