my real father…

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. 

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

“I have lost my Ned, the rock my life was built on…” 

admiratios:

holiday gifts → for phaust 

when the snows fall and the white winds blow, the lone wolf dies but the pack survives. 

“And was it really such a terrible thing, to want a pretty wife? She remembered her own childish disappointment, the first time she had laid eyes on Eddard Stark. She had pictured him as a younger version of his brother Brandon, but that was wrong. Ned was shorter and plainer of face, and so somber. He spoke courteously enough, but beneath the words she sensed a coolness that was all at odds with Brandon, whose mirths had been as wild as his rages. Even when he took her maidenhood, their love had more of duty to it than of passion. We made Robb that night, though; we made a king together. And after the war, at Winterfell, I had love enough for any woman, once I found the good sweet heart beneath Ned’s solemn face.”

Ned had hoped to discover the king still abed in a wine-soaked
sleep, but luck was not with him. They found Robert drinking
beer from a polished horn and roaring his displeasure at two
young squires who were trying to buckle him into his armor.

“My father went south once, to answer the summons of a king. He never came home again.”

“A different time,” Maester Luwin said. “A different king.”

robbstark:

I want you to stay.

“can a man still be brave when he’s afraid?”
“that’s the only time a man can be brave.”

I have lost my Ned…

 When you play the game of thrones, you win or you die.