" He cannot see me, Bran realized, despairing. He wanted to reach out and touch him, but all that he could do was watch and listen. I am in the tree. I am inside the heart tree, looking out of its red eyes, but the weirwood cannot talk, so I can’t. Eddard Stark resumed his prayer. Bran felt his eyes fill up with tears. But were they his own tears, or the weirwood’s? If I cry, will the tree begin to weep?"

Sansa, your mother would want you to carry on. You know its true.

bevsi:

c’mon grab your friends

What is the worst pain? To me, it’s always the pain that is present.

wintersansa:

Two swords

Killing a man at a wedding; horrid. What sort of monster would do such a thing?

In all the world there were but three living dragons, and those were hers; they were a wonder, and a terror, and beyond price.

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