No one looked at him. No one spoke to him. No one paid him any mind.
"When you play the game of thrones, you win or you die. There is no middle ground."
House Tyrell | Growing Strong | a golden rose on a green field
House Targaryen | Fire And Blood | a three-headed dragon breathing flames, red on black
House Tully | Family, Duty, Honor | a silver trout leaping on a blue and red striped field
House Martell | Unbowed, Unbent, Unbroken | a gold spear piercing a red sun on an orange field
House Baratheon | Ours Is The Fury | a crowned black stag on a field of gold
House Stark | Winter is Coming | a grey direwolf racing across a field of white
House Lannister | Hear Me Roar! | a golden lion on a field of crimson
House Greyjoy | We Do Not Sow | a golden kraken on a black field
As Arya crossed the yard to the bathhouse, she spied a raven circling down toward the rookery, and wondered where it had come from and what message it carried. Might be it’s from Robb, come to say it wasn’t true about Bran and Rickon. She chewed on her lip, hoping. If I had wings I could fly back to Winterfell and see for myself. And if it was true, I’d just fly away, fly up past the moon and the shining stars, and see all the things in Old Nan’s stories, dragons and sea monsters and the Titan of Braavos, and maybe I wouldn’t ever fly back unless I wanted to.
" Roslin’s a pretty little thing, hardly stoatish at all. And fond of Edmure, queerly. Perwyn tells me she’s praying for a girl.”
“ Jaime considered that a moment. “Once Edmure’s son is born, Lord Walder will have no more need of Edmure.”