It would be good to return to Winterfell. He ought never have left. His sons were waiting there. Perhaps he and Catelyn would make a new son together when he returned, they were not so old yet. 

Gods give me courage. She took one step, then another. Lords and knights stepped aside silently to let her pass, and she felt the weight of their eyes on her. I must be as strong as my lady mother.

(for sansasparkle)

captainoftheblackwind:

Kissed by Fire + hairporn

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.

You are not taking my husband anywhere. He belongs to me now.

piginawig:

 #Jaime Lannister is not a good man #Jaime Lannister was a good man once #But then he saw the Mad King burn good men alive and rape his sister/wife #And no one ever did a thing to stop it #Because they took vows #And he loved his sister more than anything in the world #And watched Robert beat and rape her#But couldn’t do a thing #Because he took vows #And he saw his father order Tyrion’s wife gang raped #And he did nothing to stop it #Because that’s his father #And he saw Rhaegar’s children’s bodies brought to Robert #And Robert was happy bc they were just dragonspawn #So why bother being honorable? #When even the men who are supposed to be honorable #are terrible fucking people? #So no #Jaime Lannister is not a good man anymore #But he’s the most honest fucking man in Westeros #And maybe you don’t like it #And maybe you hate him #Because he fucks his sister #Because he pushed Bran from a window #Because he will burn the world for Cersei #But Jaime Lannister is one of the most complex #compelling #characters in this ‘verse #And you better fucking recognize#that this is Jaime’s world

“When my husband brought that baby home from war, I couldn’t bare to look at him. Didn’t want to see those brown stranger’s eyes staring at me. So I prayed to the gods ‘Take him away, make him die!’ He got the pox. And I knew I was the worst woman who ever lived. A murderer. I condemned this poor, innocent child to a horrible death. All because I was jealous of his mother, a woman he didn’t even know. So I prayed to all seven gods ‘Let the boy live. Let him live, and I’ll love him. I’ll be a mother to him. I’ll beg my husband to give him a true name. To call him Stark and be done with it. To make him one of us.’”

He wants me gone, Catelyn thought wearily. Kings are not suposed to have mothers, it would seem, and I tell him things he does not want to hear.