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lyanna @ the night king: back off my son or i will yeet you over the wall with my bare hands

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lyanna @ the night king: back off my son or i will yeet you over the wall with my bare hands

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     i will FIGHT until my last breath, and you better pray i stay down.

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i just want to say that if lyanna was still alive, she would’ve 100% fought in the battle of winterfell and wouldn’t have let anyone tell her otherwise.

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pre. game of thrones ♔ the tourney at harrenhal 

The tourney Lord Whent staged at Harrenhal beside the Gods Eye, in the year of the false spring. A notable event. Besides the jousting, there was a mêlée in the old style fought between seven teams of knights, as well as archery and axe-throwing, a horse race, a tournament of singers, a mummer show, and many feasts and frolics. Lord Whent was as open handed as he was rich. The lavish purses he proclaimed drew hundreds of challengers. Even your royal father came to Harrenhal, when he had not left the Red Keep for long years. The greatest lords and mightiest champions of the Seven Kingdoms rode in that tourney, and the Prince of Dragonstone bested them all.

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fancast meme // Starks not portrayed in the show      → Adelaide Kane as Lyanna Stark

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——  “I was with her when she died,” Ned reminded the king. “She wanted to come home, to rest beside Brandon and Father.” He could hear her still at times. Promise me, she had cried, in a room that smelled of BLOOD AND ROSES. Promise me, Ned. The fever had taken her strength and her voice had been faint as a whisper, but when he gave her his word, the fear had gone out of his sister’s eyes. Ned remembered the way she had smiled then, how tightly her fingers had clutched his as she gave up her hold on life, the rose petals spilling from her palm, dead and black. After that he remembered nothing. They had found him still holding her body, silent with grief. The little crannogman, Howland Reed, had taken her hand from his. Ned could recall none of it. “I bring her flowers when I can,” he said. “Lyanna was … fond of flowers.”

                                           I N D E P E N D E N T & P R I V A T E                                                            LYANNA STARK

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the  d r a g o n  and the  w o l f

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You remind me of her sometimes. You even look like her.

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h - ello ?   is this thing on ?

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@vaedar replied to your post “Can I kiss you?”

“You’re too good for that emo harpist, he doesn’t deserve you, don’t fall for his sad puppy eyes.” ����

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“ we’re gonna see each other again, right? right? ”

                    lyanna was DREADING this day.     her baby boy was leaving her, and he was going where she could no longer protect him.     his decision to join the night’s watch was noble, as very few join by their own will these days, but she wanted to keep him CLOSE.     and no matter how many times she envisioned their farewell, nothing could have prepared her. 

                    his almost DESPERATE question made her smile for a moment, and she placed both of her hands on his cheeks.     her eyes trailed over his face, trying to commit every detail to memory.     why did he have to grow up so FAST.     

                    ❝ i hope so, my love, ❞     she answered with a SHAKY voice, unable to prevent the tears that welled in her eyes and pooled at her lashes.     ❝ don’t you worry about me, alright ?     worry about yourself, and keep GHOST with you at all times, do you hear me ? ❞

angst & post-angst sentences   //   no longer accepting. 

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“The youthful lovers, Francis and Mary, undisturbed by those cares for the future which were perplexing their advisers, enjoyed that sweet society which is only reserved for mortals so highly favored as they were. Their love, which had grown with their growth, was as true and steadfast as though it had sprung up between a poor shepherd and shepherdess in the green plains of Arcadia.”  - Alexander Hastie Millar, Mary Queen of Scots: Her Life Story