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writingthrones · 5 years ago

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the northern dragon- part 1.

PART 1: A SPARK.

TAGS: @psychosupernatural , @xleviiiix (feel free to shoot me a message if you’d also like to be tagged!)

DESCRIPTION: the world thought that just 2 dragons survived, that house targaryen was missing its third head. but there was another– the youngest, the final child of the mad king and queen rhaella. of course, she was almostpart of the near extermination of her house. but the honorable ned stark, unable to watch a babe be murdered for crimes she did not commit, rescued her from an awful fate. instead, she grew up amongst wolves within the walls of winterfell.

NOTES: this a rewrite of the original part 1 after an anon pointed out how i definitely rushed it. i hope this gives you all more insight into the reader’s personality and her relationships to the Starks (and Theon). there’s a few flashbacks in this which i thoroughly enjoyed writing, so expect more in the parts to come. as always, i’d love to hear any & all feedback. requests for what you’d like to see in the story are always nice to hear as well!

WARNINGS: violence (so there will be descriptions of attacks, wounds and blood).

Things had been stressful since Ned, Sansa and Arya all left for King’s Landing. There was a lot for you to do now that Lady Catelyn was spending day and night with Bran waiting for him to wake. Even when you did have time away, there wasn’t much to do. Robb was now acting Lord of Winterfell and Theon was constantly at his side– though it wasn’t like you’d spent too much time together anyway. Much to your dismay.

You found yourself wandering the courtyard or spending time at the Godswood whenever you weren’t tending to some sort of duty. Might as well enjoy the northern summer while it lasts. As the saying goes, Winter Is Coming and it is not something to be taken lightly in the North. It is one of those nights, just before you head off to your chambers when you hear… something going on. Your brow furrows with curiosity then fear as you watch Summer take off in a full sprint right into where Bran is being kept. Without a second thought, you take off after the wolf when you happen upon a scene that makes your blood run cold. Lady Catelyn is struggling against a man with a knife with only her bare hands when the direwolf comes to the rescue, tackling him and tearing his throat out.

Falling to your knees beside her, you grab hold of her hands. “Lady Catelyn, are you hurt?! What happened?” Without waiting for an answer, you turn her hands over to check, finding deep cuts to both. She still remains speechless, clearly in a daze and it is certainly no wonder considering what took place. “I’ll– I’ll get help.” You take a glance at the man on the floor, then an untouched Bran with Summer at his side before running out the door. “HELP– HELP!” you cry. Just then, Robb and Theon appear in the courtyard, rushing to answer your call. Again, you fall to your knees, the shaking so bad you couldn’t stand anymore. What if there was others? You left Lady Stark, what if something happened to her?

“Are you okay?” the boys ask, frantically scanning your body for an obvious signs of injury. “Lady Stark– you must go to Lady Stark! Someone tried to hurt her and Bran, GO!” Robb’s eyes go wide as he takes off, while Theon bends down and takes your blood covered hands. “Are you hurt, Y/N?” the concern in his voice is evident as his words come out rushed and nearly blended together. Panting, you shook your head. “I’m fine, you must go with Robb,” you insisted. He hesitates, but releases you then takes off after him. Even if your entire upbringing was spent bickering, there was an instinct to look out for one another. You were a pack– Stark or not.

The perimeter was searched in order to assure that there was no one around to finish the job and everyone was safe. Luckily, they found nothing. After checking in with Catelyn, you headed for your chambers. You needed the rest and yet sleep evaded you. Your mind raced with all the what if’s. What if they had succeeded, what if there was still someone out there.. so on and so forth.

So, you laid there for a while before you just couldn’t handle the stillness and silence anymore. You rose to your feet and peered out the window, allowing yourself that one moment before hurrying to tie up your head wrap. Everyone was supposed to be asleep, but you never know. This wasn’t just about you, Catelyn and Ned would certainly be punished if they were found harboring a Targaryen princess.

You sighed as you finished, wishing you could spend just a little bit of time with the nighttime winds blowing through your hair. Then, you pulled a fur robe over your night gown and started out down the hall until you reached the courtyard. It was so quiet out in the snow, save for the soft crunching of footsteps that could just barely be heard on the outside of the walls. Everyone was on high alert.

The cool air felt good on your warm skin— blood of the dragon and all that. You were making your way to a bench when you heard footsteps behind you, immediately causing you to turn around. Inhaling a sharp gasp, you were just about to scream when you found that it was Robb. You sighed heavily, placing your hand on your chest which your heart was nearly beating out of.

“You scared me!” you whisper-shouted. Robb’s face had been stoic, but then broke into a smirk. “Sorry, my lady.” That granted him the eye roll he was so clearly looking for. Though, it was usually Theon teasingly calling you the lady you were clearly not. “I just needed some air. It’s impossible to sleep after that whole mess.” You sighed, fingers rubbing at the bridge of your nose. “Well, you’re not alone in that, ” he murmured.

Having a quiet moment alone with Robb was.. a bit odd to say the least. The two of you hadn’t really shared moments like this since you were kids. He had responsibilities to tend to now and so did you. “I just don’t understand who would’ve done this. Why would anyone want to hurt Bran?” Robb stiffened before shaking his head, just as lost.

You turned to face him, indigo hues focused on his Tully blues. “I need to do something, Y/N. Someone tried to kill my brother-- twice. My mother thinks it was the Lannisters.. I’d believe it but saying anything will start a war. And everyone knows what Lord Tywin is capable of. I...” his words were rushed, the panic evident. This was all too much, resting heavy on the shoulders of a 17-year-old boy.

“We’re going to figure out who did this and we’re going to make them pay,” you replied, resting your hand gently on top of his. He looked confused. “We?” You nodded, “Yes, we. I love Bran too and I won’t stop until we discover the truth.” You were stronger than he knew, not a lady trained only to serve others. “My mother rides for King’s Landing tomorrow to find proof. We can’t act before she gets it.” You nodded, he was right. If he decided to start the conflict before knowing the truth, then this could lead to a terribly bloody conflict all for nothing. The two of you shared a long look before you removed your hand from atop his, not realizing how long it’d been there. You may have shared tender gestures like these as children but it was no longer appropriate when he was was the heir of Winterfell and you were nobody. So, you rose from your place next to him and hugged the furs closer to your body as you walked back towards your chambers.

“Goodnight, Y/N.”

“Goodnight, Robb.”

That night, you dreamt of your childhood, a memory you thought of fondly. It was before Rickon, Bran was a newborn, Arya was just a babe and Sansa was a toddler. So, it was you and the boys-- Jon and Robb. Theon had yet to be taken on as a ward. The three of you ran around the woods as you did quite often. You had been looking back at them as the chased you, not paying attention to what was in front of you when you sent yourself flying forward after catching your foot on a rock. Bracing for impact, you placed your hands out in front so you wouldn’t damage your face. You yelped as your palms were torn up, feeling your eyes well up with tears. Sitting up, you began to cry looking at all the dirt and blood. Jon and Robb ran over, frantically assessing the damage. Robb moved before Jon could, taking your small hands in his own and examining them. “Are you okay?” he asked, turning his gaze up to meet your eyes. “No!” you huffed, tears still falling down your cheeks. Without another word, he wiped away the mixture of blood and dirt with his sleeve and placed a kiss on each one, mimicking what his mother did when he got hurt. “All better?” he asked, a hopeful smile on his lips. The tears subsided and you smiled, nodding your head. You remember it being the first time you ever felt butterflies.

When you awoke, you could feel the difference in the air. Things were tense now. No matter what Lady Stark discovered, something big was about to happen-- you could feel it in your bones. Whatever it was that happened to Bran sparked something. After dressing, you entered the courtyard and saw Catelyn, preparing for her trip with Ser Rodrik. You ran to see her off before the long journey down the Kingsroad, the last one to say your goodbyes. Your eyes were sad but you forced a smile, as did she. Taking your hands, she spoke, “Take care of them.. please.” She didn’t just mean Bran and Rickon but Robb, too. Sure, he was considered a man now but he was still her boy and she was trusting you keep him from caving under the pressures of his new duties. “I will, I promise,” you said with a nod, feeling tears prick at your eyes. You hated to see her go to such an unsafe place. She nodded, her own eyes looking watery despite the smile on her lips. Taking you into her arms, both of you hold each other tight. Backing away, Catelyn takes your face into her hands. “Don’t worry too much, child,” she said softly. This would be a lot for you to deal with as well, she knew that. It reminded you of when she had to calm you after revealing your identity. Nodding, you backed away and allowed her to get onto her horse and set off.

You intended to keep your promise. You tried spending some time with Bran but you never stayed for long, he was always asking for everyone to leave him alone. It broke your heart, seeing the boy who was once so full of life be completely defeated. You played with Rickon when you could, the young boy’s laugh always putting you in better spirits. Theon was practically attached to Robb and you hardly ever saw either of them. But Catelyn had asked you a promise and you intended to keep it. You tried to visit Robb in the Great Hall or catch him on the way to his chambers, but he always claimed to be too busy to speak with you.

But one night, you finally managed to do it. It was a chance encounter, you spotting him just as he was going to reach his room. You rushed forward, standing in the way to prevent him from leaving. Stopped dead in his tracks, he looks to you with an unreadable expression. “I know you’ve been busy but I just--” He cut you off, “I don’t have time for this. It’s been a long day and I just want some rest, Y/N.” Your brow furrowed with frustration. “Seven hells-- let me speak! I just want to know if you’re okay... this has all been so much, I wanted to check in on you,” your voice grew more soft as you continued to speak. He sighed heavily, “I’m fine, Y/N. You don’t need to worry about me, let’s just both get some rest, okay?” Your gaze was cast downwards before finally looking up, “Fine.” You moved and walked away in frustration. As you turned around a corner, you spotted Theon, who was giving you a questioning look. “What was that, Y/N?” he questioned. You knew what he was insinuating, causing you to only scoff as you pushed past him. He’d been teasing you since you were young about it but you dismissed it every time.

The next morning, you unknowingly walked in on a meeting between Robb and some lords from surrounding areas. Once he spotted you, though, he halted the conversation. So definitely something you weren’t supposed to be listening to– noted. “Robb,” you called, causing all heads to turn. The men stared at you in shock. “…Lord Stark, Lord Tyrion has returned from his trip to the wall. He wishes to speak to you.” Before you can get the door to let him in, he simply does it himself. You stole once last glance before slipping out, off to find something to do.

Weeks went on and Lady Catelyn was still gone on her mission to find the truth about what had happened to her son. Ned remained in the lion’s den down south and all that Robb could do was keep the peace in the North. But the people were growing antsy as word of growing tensions began to reach Winterfell, as were you. On sleepless nights, which was many of them, you ventured out into the courtyard where you practiced your sword work. Before Jon had left, you two practiced from time to time after quite a lot of begging. You may not have been a Lady but you were still a woman and he had said it wasn’t your place to be fighting. It wasn’t meant as an insult, either, he just didn’t want you to end up hurt because of it. You pushed and pushed until he caved, though. A true Northwoman you were; fierce and stubborn.

“Jon, please!” you whined. The pair of you were fourteen at the time. Jon had already been training for several years. He was talented and the only one you had even a chance in persuading to train you to fight. “Y/N, I told you, I can’t!” There was nothing else for you to say, but the look in your eyes was pleading. “Seven hells...” he huffed, an admission of defeat. You grinned and the two of you disappeared into the woods where he began to teach you all he knew. Grunts and sword clangs could be heard for some distance. Just then, Jon spotted something, his eyes going wide as he dropped his weapon. Confused, you whipped around to face whatever it was, hiding the sword behind your back as if it changed anything. It was Robb and Theon. “What do you two think you’re doing?” Theon spoke first. “I asked him to. I want to know how to defend myself!” you shouted back. He scoffed, “You’re a girl! You don’t need to know anything.” Taking the sword from behind your back, you pointed it in his direction. “Shut up!” you yelled. Theon gasped, surely ready to bark back some stupid insult. That’s when Robb stepped in between you two, pushing the end of your weapon down gently. “That’s enough,” he had decided. The three of you then ventured back to Winterfell, Robb trying to mediate the bickering between you and Theon while Jon hung his head. Surprisingly, you still managed to persuade him into continuing your training, this time during periods where no one would think to look for you both. Sometimes you’d meet late at night or early in the morning.

Everything finally boiled over when Ned was imprisoned and Sansa held captive while Arya’s whereabouts remained unknown. Robb quickly assembled the Great Lords whose allegiance was pledged to House Stark in the Great Hall of the castle and determined they would march South and retrieve his father and sisters. You just happened to hear the conversation echoing as you passed through the halls. I’m going with them, you thought to yourself. So you dashed off, hurrying to your room where you began packing away all you would need in a trunk. Even if you had to sneak yourself onto the trip, you were going one way or another. Hopefully it would be alongside Robb.

Not long after, you spotted him leaving Bran’s chambers. Exhaling a deep breath, you approached him with confidence. “I know what you’re doing and I’m going with you,” you said so matter-of-factly. His eyes narrowed. “You’re not,” his voice was resolute as he stepped aside and walked past. Turning quickly on your heels, you grabbed hold of his arm and pulled him backwards. “Yes I am! I will not stay here performing mindless chores while your– our family is under attack!” His jaw was clenching and he opened his mouth to speak again before you cut him off. You weren’t a Stark, you knew that, but Ned had saved you from certain death and it was about time you returned the favor.

“I won’t cause problems,” your voice becoming softer. “I can help…I-I know how to fight, you know I do. I’ll send myself into the front lines if it means you’ll let me come. Please, Robb.” His brow furrowed in thought as he sighed, “I can’t send you out there.” That was a given, though. A woman was not meant to be a solider. “You must-- Let me tend to the mens’ wounds then, anything! I just can’t sit here wondering what’s happening to you all-- I won’t.” You hated begging, you shouldn’t have to. If that’s what got you out there, though, then it would be worth it. It was a long silence between you two and his eyes felt like daggers, piercing through you as he looked down to meet yours. Your heart was nearly beating out of your chest when, finally, he spoke again. “Fine. We march in an hour, gather what you can.” A sigh of relief passed through your lips. “Thank you,” you said softly. Robb said nothing, instead giving a look with a meaning you couldn’t seem to figure out. Was it.. concern, maybe? It was nearly impossible to tell. You hurried back to your chambers, assessing the room one last time to see if there’s anything you’d forgotten. In a rush, you allowed yourself one last look at Rickon and Bran’s sleeping faces, swallowing the lump in your throat. You’d miss them. Who knows if you’d ever see them again. You had to believe that you would, though, that you’d return to them with Ned and their sisters, successfully reuniting them all. Probably far too idealistic for the harsh realities of the world, but you had to hold out hope.

Your belongings were loaded onto a cart as you jumped up on a horse. You may have been lowborn, but you were still allowed to march close to the front, much to the high lords’ confusion. None of them had time to question it, though. It was time for war; not just for justice of the Stark family but for the North as a whole. It was time to take their land back from the Southerners who cared so little for them. The North would be free again, now and always.

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tacitwhisky · 5 years ago

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Jon / Sansa Reread - Bran I, AGOT

In which Bran sees an execution, talks to Jon, talks to Ned, and then finds some direwolves.

I always love when other people do rereads, so I’m trying my hand at it, with a focus on Jon and Sansa and how Martin writes them. This is essentially fanfic research, and for that it’s always best to go back to the original source.

So if this is a Jon and Sansa reread why am I starting with a Bran chapter? Because while on the surface Bran I is about Bran, it’s also equally about introducing the male side of the Starks and so has a lot of valuable insight into Jon’s character. It’s also one of my favorite chapters in the series for just how sparse and laconic Martin’s style is throughout.

The morning had dawned clear and cold, with a crispness that hinted at the end of summer. They set forth at daybreak to see a man beheaded, twenty in all, and Bran rode among them, nervous with excitement. This was the first time he had been deemed old enough to go with his lord father and his brothers to see the king’s justice done. It was the ninth year of summer, and the seventh of Bran’s life.

This is such a great hook to open a chapter and the book as a whole with and ticks a lot of important boxes in just a paragraph: the setting, Bran’s age and state of mind, and a good hook. Who is being beheaded? Why is he being beheaded? Why is a child going to go see it? As a writer you almost always want to have an underlying tension or question that the reader wants answered to drive them forwards.

Bran’s bastard brother Jon Snow moved closer. “Keep the pony well in hand,” he whispered. “And don’t look away. Father will know if you do.”

It’s interesting Martin has Jon play the role of older brother here rather than Robb. Despite his half-brother bastard status Jon is clearly close with Bran, as we’ll see later when he visits Bran’s bedside after he falls. He doesn’t coddle Bran though; partly this is to emphasize the Stark coldness, but also I think it’s an insight into Jon’s character.

There’s a recurring thread through these early chapters that Jon doesn’t have quite the same leeway as the true born Starks in Winterfell. He’s probably especially sensitive to disappointing Ned. After all, his existence at all is already an embarrassment and spot on Ned’s honor.

Bran’s father sat solemnly on his horse, long brown hair stirring in the wind. His closely trimmed beard was shot with white, making him look older than his thirty-five years. He had a grim cast to his grey eyes this day, and he seemed not at all the man who would sit before the fire in the evening and talk softly of the age of heroes and the children of the forest. He had taken off Father’s face, Bran thought, and donned the face of Lord Stark of Winterfell.

As Ned’s son Jon does exactly this in ADWD when he has to don his own Lord Commander face. While in this chapter we don’t get to see into Ned’s head, in ASOS and ADWD we’ll see just how much it costs Jon to maintain the cold Lord Stark persona both personally and politically when he makes Gilly touch the fire and give up her child, or forces Sam to travel south, or demands child hostages from the Wildlings to cross the Wall.

Jon’s cold practically is an aspect of his character that doesn’t really get explored much in fanfic, or even really included at all. There’s a couple reasons for it, I think. First, even if they have read the books, the show’s presentation of Jon tends to be what sticks in most people’s heads, and the show has definite habit of softening and whitewashing Jon’s character so he can be the Hero, not to mention Kit Harington’s constantly plaintive look.

Second, I think a lot of fic writers prefer to have Sansa be the cold hard one (which is also a show invention, but we’ll get into that later) paired with Jon as the emotionally softer one. Which is fair. I love that contrast and dynamic. But I do wish we got a little more examination and exploration of the parallels between how they both got to their Stark face and how they interact now.

The head bounced off a thick root and rolled. It came up near Greyjoy’s feet. Theon was a lean, dark youth of nineteen who found everything amusing. He laughed, put his boot on the head, and kicked it away. “Ass,” Jon muttered, low enough so Greyjoy did not hear. He put a hand on Bran’s shoulder, and Bran looked over at his bastard brother. “You did well,” Jon told him solemnly. Jon was fourteen, an old hand at justice.

Just in case you were wondering if Theon was a terrible person or not.

“The deserter died bravely,” Robb said. He was big and broad and growing every day, with his mother’s coloring, the fair skin, red-brown hair, and blue eyes of the Tullys of Riverrun. “He had courage, at the least.”

“No,” Jon Snow said quietly. “It was not courage. This one was dead of fear. You could see it in his eyes, Stark.” Jon’s eyes were a grey so dark they seemed almost black, but there was little they did not see. He was of an age with Robb, but they did not look alike. Jon was slender where Robb was muscular, dark where Robb was fair, graceful and quick where his half brother was strong and fast.

Jon calling Robb “Stark” here is interesting for a couple reasons. Partly this is just Martin trying to set up really quickly for the reader Jon’s bastard status; even Arya, who Jon is closest to, will in her inner narration call him her half-brother quite a bit. But it also signals a kind of a acknowledged formal space between Jon and the other Starklings, even if it’s one they’re used to.

Robb was not impressed. “The Others take his eyes,” he swore. “He died well. Race you to the bridge?”

“Done,” Jon said, kicking his horse forward. Robb cursed and followed, and they galloped off down the trail, Robb laughing and hooting, Jon silent and intent. The hooves of their horses kicked up showers of snow as they went.

There’s a really chilling kind of casualness to the older boys’ reaction to the execution. Even Jon who treats it more seriously than Theon is still able to shift modes easily. Part of this I think is just early installment weirdness, but it also nicely shoves the reader into the medieval mindset of westeros in a way that the show never quite achieves. Though it’s underrated, the underlying medieval mindset is one of the key differences between books and show and causes havoc in later seasons as the showrunners have to adjust and soften character to make them more palatable to a modern audience while not changing the underlying actions themselves. It creates a sort of cognitive dissonance and some of the themes logical coherence slip through the crack.

The contrast between Robb laughing and Jon silent and intent is a great character detail. Robb isn’t taking this as seriously as Jon, because Jon takes everything seriously. He has to. It’s another way his bastard status influences his personality. Robb can lose and he’ll still be lord of Winterfell one day. Jon? Not so much. So this is how Jon treats everything in his life: seriously. It’s a also a bit of a childhood and teenager thing.

Bran thought about it. “Can a man still be brave if he’s afraid?”

“That is the only time a man can be brave,” his father told him.

This is one of the clearest articulations of Martin’s ethos and the theme in all of his work, but especially ASOIAF, of existential heroism. When we talk about Jon as a hero, it’s that which makes him one in the end, not the magical sword or rags to riches; when it comes down to it he does the right thing no matter how much it costs him personally (ASOS) or materially (ADWD). It’s also one of the themes the show completely misses, instead espousing that being honorable makes you stupid.

His lord father smiled. “Old Nan has been telling you stories again. In truth, the man was an oathbreaker, a deserter from the Night’s Watch. No man is more dangerous. The deserter knows his life is forfeit if he is taken, so he will not flinch from any crime, no matter how vile. But you mistake me. The question was not why the man had to die, but why I must do it.”

Bran had no answer for that. “King Robert has a headsman,” he said, uncertainly.

“He does,” his father admitted. “As did the Targaryen kings before him. Yet our way is the older way. The blood of the First Men still flows in the veins of the Starks, and we hold to the belief that the man who passes the sentence should swing the sword. If you would take a man’s life, you owe it to him to look into his eyes and hear his final words. And if you cannot bear to do that, then perhaps the man does not deserve to die.”

“One day, Bran, you will be Robb’s bannerman, holding a keep of your own for your brother and your king, and justice will fall to you. When that day comes, you must take no pleasure in the task, but neither must you look away. A ruler who hides behind paid executioners soon forgets what death is.”

This has been explored more and better in other meta, but the Starks and the north in general has a far more personal view of justice and governing than the south. This isn’t to say it’s better, but it is different. Later as Lord Commander we’ll see just how much of that ethos Jon picked up from Ned: in beheading Janos Slynt, in the mission creep at Hardhome, and in his failure to really use his institutional power to make changes to the Night’s Watch. There’s a strong sense of personal responsibility and connections in northern governance.

Half-buried in bloodstained snow, a huge dark shape slumped in death. Ice had formed in its shaggy grey fur, and the faint smell of corruption clung to it like a woman’s perfume. Bran glimpsed blind eyes crawling with maggots, a wide mouth full of yellowed teeth. But it was the size of it that made him gasp. It was bigger than his pony, twice the size of the largest hound in his father’s kennel.

“It’s no freak,” Jon said calmly. “That’s a direwolf. They grow larger than the other kind.”

Theon Greyjoy said, “There’s not been a direwolf sighted south of the Wall in two hundred years.”

“I see one now,” Jon replied.

Notice how calm is Jon with Theon here. It’s a bit of a cheap shot at Theon to make us like Jon more as a character, but is also very in line with his character. Very rarely even in later books does Jon react emotionally to things (with a few exceptions like when he tries to murder Alliser Thorne); he tends not to from a place of emotion and almost always takes time to think things through. The reason for this is Jon is calm because he has to be. It’s a result of his marginalized status in the Stark household. There’s no leeway in his bastard position for emotional outbursts: Catelyn isn’t going to put up with that shit, and he’s already enough of an embarrassment to Ned just by existing.

While we don’t ever really get much thought from either Jon or Theon about their relationship with each other, their interaction in this chapter is I think indicative of it as a whole; slightly adversarial and only cordial because of their mutual friendship with Robb. Theon as a whole is a really interesting foil to Jon; irreverent where Jon is serious, emotional where Jon is calm, dismissive where Jon is willing to learn about others.

They both have outsider status in the Stark household, but instead of bonding, Theon is significantly closer to Robb. While Jon does have privilege, Theon has more (he is the Greyjoy heir after all) and more importantly, has internalized it far more. It makes sense that aside from just personality differences Theon would think himself above Jon and be drawn to Robb as a source of privilege.

“Born with the dead,” another man put in. “Worse luck.”

“No matter,” said Hullen. “They be dead soon enough too.”

Bran gave a wordless cry of dismay.

“The sooner the better,” Theon Greyjoy agreed. He drew his sword. “Give the beast here, Bran.”

In case you had any doubt Theon is in fact the worst, here we have him enthusiastically ready to commit puppy murder.

“Lord Stark,” Jon said. It was strange to hear him call Father that, so formal. Bran looked at him with desperate hope. “There are five pups,” he told Father. “Three male, two female.”

“What of it, Jon?”

“You have five trueborn children,” Jon said. “Three sons, two daughters. The direwolf is the sigil of your House. Your children were meant to have these pups, my lord.”

Bran saw his father’s face change, saw the other men exchange glances. He loved Jon with all his heart at that moment. Even at seven, Bran understood what his brother had done. The count had come right only because Jon had omitted himself. He had included the girls, included even Rickon, the baby, but not the bastard who bore the surname Snow, the name that custom decreed be given to all those in the north unlucky enough to be born with no name of their own.

Their father understood as well. “You want no pup for yourself, Jon?” he asked softly.

“The direwolf graces the banners of House Stark,” Jon pointed out. “I am no Stark, Father.”

I don’t have a lot to say about this passage, but it’s a good example of Jon choosing to do the right thing despite how it won’t benefit him and also show just how much he loves his siblings that he’s willing to do this for them.

Halfway across the bridge, Jon pulled up suddenly.

“What is it, Jon?” their lord father asked.

“Can’t you hear it?”

Bran could hear the wind in the trees, the clatter of their hooves on the ironwood planks, the whimpering of his hungry pup, but Jon was listening to something else.

“There,” Jon said. He swung his horse around and galloped back across the bridge. They watched him dismount where the direwolf lay dead in the snow, watched him kneel. A moment later he was riding back to them, smiling.

“He must have crawled away from the others,” Jon said.

“Or been driven away,” their father said, looking at the sixth pup. His fur was white, where the rest of the litter was grey. His eyes were as red as the blood of the ragged man who had died that morning. Bran thought it curious that this pup alone would have opened his eyes while the others were still blind.

This is such a powerful moment to me. Remember that of all the direwolves Ghost never growls or howls or makes any sound at all. And yet Jon hears him somehow. Even though we just met Jon we understand by this point just how left out Jon feels, and here he has a creature that wants him, needs him, loves him. Later when Jon makes the decision to refuse Stannis’ offer of legitimization we’ll see just how much Ghost means to him.

(I’m not bitter about how the show forgets about Ghost and all the direwolves for long periods. Really. It’s fine. I’m fine. It’s fine. It’s fine. It’s fine. I’m fine. It’s fine.)

“An albino,” Theon Greyjoy said with wry amusement. “This one will die even faster than the others.”

Jon Snow gave his father’s ward a long, chilling look. “I think not, Greyjoy,” he said. “This one belongs to me.”

“I think not, Greyjoy” is low-key my favorite line of the series as a whole, and I hate that they cut it from the show. Instead Theon says Ghost is the run of the litter and Jon gives Theon a look that’s neither long nor chilling and actually feels more like he’s slightly annoyed that Theon is right. It goes back to the difference of how the show softens Jon and casts him more as the reluctant and slightly dense Hero instead of sharp and smart and slightly vicious at times.

That’s largely it for Bran I. Overall it’s a really great insight into Jon’s character and his place in the Stark household while also setting up character threads later chapters will pick up. Speaking of, next up will be Jon I, in which Jon gets drunk and talks with Tyrion. I’m aiming to try and get one of these rereads out a week, so subscribe @tacitwhisky if you’re interested.

Next Chapter (Jon I)

#reread #jon snow #sansa stark #bran stark #jonsa #agot #a game of thrones #got #game of thrones #asoiaf meta #asoiaf #meta

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acourtofhopeanddreams · 6 years ago

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Northern Ravens - Chapter 1

Sansa is Queen in the North while Jon is banished to serve the Night's Watch for the rest of his life. And yet, Sansa can't just accept that Jon can never come home again, that he will never be able to answer the feelings she has for him, that she will have to marry someone else to let him father the future heirs of the North. And so she sends ravens. Ravens to Jon to tell him how much she misses him. And ravens to Bran to ask him when it is safe to end Jon's punishment and bring him back to Winterfell.

For years she had heard that council meetings were boring and a waste of time. She had accompanied rulers who had longed to escape from them, who attended as few of them as possible and who preferred leaving all the boring decisions to the other council members.

But Sansa actually enjoyed those meetings. She liked knowing what was going on in her kingdom and what the people worried about. She made sure to listen carefully to every plea and story and to every prompted solution. She wanted to understand the true question, the true issue and she wanted to be certain that the remedy wouldn’t cause any other unwanted problems no one had thought about.

“Are there any other matters we should discuss?” She straightened her back and let her eyes wander over the representatives of the different houses of the North. Even though she didn’t need to wear a crown to be respected and taken seriously, she felt the by now familiar weight of the dire wolf pressing on her red hair.

Her crown represented her father, who died for the kingdom and his children. Her crown represented Rickon, the brother who had been nothing but bait to lure an entire army into a carefully crafted trap. Her crown represented Robb and her mother, who had paid the ultimate price for an independent North and for loving the wrong person. And her crown represented Arya and Bran and most of all Jon, the remaining Starks who were now spread across the world. She liked keeping it close. If she wore it, it felt as if all those family members she loved so much were near her, were with her, no matter how far away they were in reality.

A young boy, actually way too young to be a council member, shook his head. “This was all for today.”

Sansa smiled at him and pushed herself up from her chair. And even though she had witnessed her council members standing up and bending their heads countless of times already, she had not grown completely used to it yet. She doubted if she would ever grown used to it. “I will speak to you all tomorrow then. If something urgent happens in the mean time, feel always free to disturb me.” She walked past them and left the room.

As soon as she was all alone in the hallway though she started to walk faster and faster to climb the stairs leading towards the chamber of her new Maester.

“My Queen.” The Maester didn’t seem surprised when Sansa stormed into his room. Instead he wore an amused smile on his face. “What can I help you with today?”

Sansa rolled her eyes. “Have any ravens arrived today, Maester?” She took a few deep breaths to steady her breathing and she let her hands rest on the wooden desk. Countless of papers laid spread out on it and yet she didn’t see the familiar handwriting she was looking for.

It had been only four days since she had gotten his last letter. Her answer most likely hadn’t even reached him yet in the high north beyond the wall. But still she hoped that maybe he had not waited for her answer to send her a new letter, a new sign that everything was still fine, that he was still safe there and that he was missing her just as much as she was missing him.

“There was a raven today, my Queen.” The Maester spoke annoyingly slowly, but Sansa tried to keep her frustration in check. “Not from the high north though.” He left an agonising long pause. “The raven came from King’s Landing.” He eventually handed her the folded scroll carrying the signet of King Bran the broken. “I didn’t get the chance to open it yet.”

She smiled politely and pressed the letter to her chest. “I don’t think my brother will write me anything harmful.”

Although he would probably not write her the one thing she actually wanted to hear the most either. He kept on telling her that it was too early, that it was too soon, that there were still too many Unsullied and Dothraki lingering around King’s Landing with no idea where to go. He kept on repeating that although he technically couldn’t force her to apply the judgement passed by his kingdom, he did advice her to just wait a little longer, until it was truly safe, until she could be certain she wouldn’t start a new war no one actually wanted to fight.

Her fingers trembled slightly however when she unfolded the paper and let her eyes take in the words.

Dear Queen in the North,

I will let you know when the time is right. There’s no need to take unneeded risks by sending me more ravens with the same question. Life has kept you waiting for your happy end for a long time. I promise it’s not long now anymore. I would however like to ask you a favour. Could you personally travel north for me to see if Jon Snow is still where his punishment demands him to be?

Bran the Broken, King of the Andals and the First Men, Lord of the Six Kingdoms, Protector of the realm

A broad smile spread across Sansa’s face when she handed the letter to her Maester. She shifted her weight constantly while he let his eyes wander over the sentences and she could barely contain the adrenaline rushing through her veins.

“He wants you to visit Jon?” The Maester raised his eyebrows. “Doesn’t a Queen have more important matters to take care of?”

She probably did, but the North was officially independent for more than sixteen months now. “I am sure that the council will understand that once in a while we have to follow the instructions of the King of the Andals.” She looked at him and waited for more protests to roll off his tongue. “I will ask Jon to return to the wall so I won’t be away for too long.” She bit her lip. “And if the kingdom needs me in the mean time, they can always send me a raven and I will return as soon as I can.”

The Maester simply smiled at her and nodded. “As you wish, my Queen.”

#jon snow #Sansa Stark #jonsa #game of thrones #got #jon snow fanfiction #sansa stark fanfiction #jonsa fanfiction #game of thrones fanfiction #got fanfiction #northern ravens #multichapter

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dylanobrienisbatman · 6 years ago

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It’s really interesting to me that Sansa is being framed as ‘power hungry’ and seen as a ‘manipulator’ or ‘Littlefinger 2.0′, because of her choices in season 8, because nothin she did this season or last season communicates that, and it feels like a misunderstanding of her motivations and the culmination of her character arc.

Sansa is offered power, time and time again. She is given the means to take it. She could have usurped Jon at any moment, she knew she has the support of the Northern Lords in season 7, but instead she reiterated her belief in Jon, her faith in her brother, her loyalty to him as King, time and time again. Even in the end, when she is faced with Jon being sent to the Wall, after gaining Northern Independence, she looks at him and says with earnest that North lost their King. When she declared the North independent, she did it because she knew that was what the North had been trying to do since Robb, and probably had wanted since before Robb. She freed her people, she gave them back their home and their liberty, but even after all of that, even after Sansa Stark became the woman who would forever be known as the one who Freed the North, she still believed to her core that Jon was their King, and she feels as though she lost them something, she feels as though she failed not only Jon, but her people, by not being able to bring him home. The dialogue she has with her siblings by the water shows so clearly that she had no lust for a throne of any kind. She freed her people, and tried to bring them back their King. It is Jon who reminds her that they do have a ruler, and that there is no one better than her to lead the North. Sansa brought an Army of Northmen to Kings Landing, a place she vowed never to return, and fought with everything she had to save her brother, and finally free her people. If she had wanted Power, she would have presented herself as an option to be Queen, like Edmure did, or she would have challenged the idea of it being Bran. Instead, she proudly tells him that she knows he will be a good King. Throughout Season 7 and Season 8, we have watched Sansa be within the grasp of great power. She could have gone to the Vale and become Lady Protector, because Yohnn Royce came North for her. She could have Usurped Jon while he was south at Dragonstone. She could have made her case to Usurp Jon as soon as she found out he bent the knee, taking his Throne and ensuring the North were not bound to Jon Snow and the Dragon Queen. She could have let Jon and Dany go south without a word, and become the Lady of Winterfell and the ‘power in the North’ like Tyrion said. But, instead, she did none of that. She operated as Lady of Winterfell, she told the Lords point blank that Jon was their King, and she refused to accept that her own power was worth more than making sure the right person sat on the Iron Throne.

Sansa ‘manipulations’ are another thing that lends itself to a different reading than ‘littlefinger 2.0′. Her manipulations were all done at the expense of her abusers or people who she saw as a threat, unlike Littlefinger. Littlefinger’s manipulations were for the sake of manipulation, versus Sansa, whose manipulations were to right a wrong or ensure safety and protection, and those are two very different things. People like to call on her not telling Jon about the Nights of the Vale, and asking Petyr for help without informing Jon, but she tried. She tried to convince Jon to wait, she tried over and over to tell him that he did not understand Ramsey, not like she did, but no one would listen to her. So she called upon the Nights of the Vale, and she won the Battle of the Bastards, because Jon was loosing, point blank. (Queue up me starting another meta about Sansa’s strategic knowledge and also her intelligence being constantly underestimated until people get totally fucked and realise she was right). She also manipulated Petyr, to trick him and get him in position to put him on trial, and kill him, thus ensuring that her family was finally safe. Her manipulation of Dany is done in the interest of finding out exactly where she stands, and where the North stands. Dany wants to be Queen, but Sansa knows that Dany expects the North to bend, and Sansa uses the moment to really drive home the fact that she will not let that happen. She stands up to a woman with Dragons and two armies, with nothing but her steel skin and leather armour, for her people. She tells Tyrion, who tells Varys, who can make real change, not because she just wants to pick the King, but because she truly, honestly, does not believe that Dany will be a good Queen (and she’s right), and she waits until she realises that Tyrion doesn’t fully believe it either before she says anything because I think part of her hoped maybe her distrust came from a place of wanting to protect her home, but Tyrion’s fear proves her right. Over and over, Sansa uses her manipulations, a skill she learned from Cersei and from Littlefinger, to ensure that she and her people, her family, her home, and the things she cares about, are safe. Littlefinger did what he did for power, for influence, for control. Sansa did what she did for altruistic purposes. Those are not the same, and no matter who she learned her skill from, the way she uses it is what matters.

Sansa ends up the Queen in the North not because she manipulated and played The Game to put herself there, but because the people of the North saw how good of a leader she would be and saw everything she did for them, and chose her for their Queen. So much of what happened to her could have made her evil, could have turned her dark, or into a vicious and cruel copy of those who had tried to shape her into something else, but instead, it made her steadfast in her convictions. Her abuse and her trauma made her more loving, more loyal, more true to her words, and above all, it made her more herself. What happened to her reminded her, again and again, who she was. She was Sansa Stark, daughter of Eddard and Catelyn, the blood of Winterfell, she was a Nothern girl, and she was stronger and better when she was home. She saw what the people around her became when they used their minds and their skills for self betterment, and she chose another way. She saw what happened to the people who had tried to break her when they lusted for power and for influence, and she chose another way. She took all of their lessons, and not only learned what they were teaching her, but how to use those lessons to make the world safer, to make the world better, for herself and her people. Sansa is the Queen in the North because, in spite of all the horrible people who tried to turn her into a monster, she became good instead.

#sansa stark #queen in the north #game of thrones #meta #im just ranting now but i love her and seeing people say she's littlefinger 2.0 makes me saf #because i feel like it just shows a fundamental misunderstand of what she was trying to achieve

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Chapter 17 - In all but name

With each passing day, Ylina could feel herself growing more and more anxious. Of course it had only been a few days since Ser Rodrik left, but still, she couldn't stop herself from worrying. Especially not when Bran and Rickon constantly asked her about their loyal master-at-arms and she couldn't give them a proper answer.

There had been no word from Torrent's Square, which could mean one of two things: either the battle was so thick not one of Ser Rodrik's men could spare a few moments to write their lady a letter or Ser Rodrik and the 150 men he took with him had lost the battle the moment they got to it. Neither of those looked too promising to the Starks and Ylina knew it. That was why she made a point of showing Osha all the hidden pathways they had under the castle for the lords and ladies of Winterfell to run if they ever needed to. Meanwhile, she also made sure to talk to the 250 men she still had in her guard. She made sure to spend almost a whole day discussing strengths, weaknesses and battle plans if Winterfell ever happened to be attacked. Because, as much as she worried about her brothers' and son's safety, Ylina knew an attack to Winterfell meant much more than simply losing her home.

If Ser Rodrik was right and the attackers were sworn to the Lannisters, she knew she was in a bad position. Should Ser Rodrik lose his battle, Winterfell was the next step and, with 250 men, no matter how good they were, Ylina knew she wouldn't be able to hold the castle much longer. Even from Southerners. And should she lose her hold on the castle, it would be a blow to Robb's image. She knew it. She knew that if her castle was taken from her, it would make Robb look bad in the eyes of many of his men, since about half of them didn't even like the idea of Ylina being their lady to begin with.

Ylina knew it. She had too much at stake, but, unlike her brother, she didn't even stand a chance. So she did the only thing she knew she could do at that point: pray.

Going to Godswood seemed almost foreign to her now. Ylina wasn't sure when it was the last time she did it. She couldn't remember the last time she stained her dress, kneeling in front of the big tree in the middle of the woods and whispered the words under her breath. Maybe it was that day, after her fight with her Mother after Bran was pushed from the tower. Maybe it was the day after Robb and Theon left to war. Maybe it was the day the news of her Father's murder got to her. She wasn't sure, but in any case, she was glad she still remembered the words. She was glad she still knew how to plead for the gods so they would be kind to her brother, so they would be kind to Ser Rodrik, so they would be kind to her, so they would allow Winterfell to come out unscratched from this war.

Apparently, Ylina was saying her words wrong, however, because not a second after she got back up to her feet and shook the dust from the skirts of her dress, one of the messenger boys of the castle approached her carefully.

"A letter from Deepwood Motte, my lady." He said, handing her the paper.

With a frown, Ylina looked at the gloved fist stamp that represented the Glovers. Pulling it open, her eyes scanned the letters rapidly, before she let out a frustrated groan.

"Find me Maester Luwin and send him to my study. Now!" She demanded, as the messenger bowed at her and watched as she passed by him with certainty in her steps.

"My lady." He mumbled before quickly running off to obey the young woman.

Ylina’s thoughts were flying at a fast pace through her mind. Now, Deepwood Motte was a way more strategic place to attack. The Glovers were a very powerful and ancient house in the North, but they were proud people, always ready to prove their strength, which made them reckless. Ylina was sure Lord Robett Glover had sent all of his sons to war with Robb and, at least two thirds of his army and if she knew it, so did the Lannisters. So if they were attacking Torrent's Square now, why not attack the greater House with, more likely than not, the least amount of armed men?

Still, one thing didn't make sense… Deepwood Motte had received its name for a reason. The Glover's castle was surrounded, if not for the dense Wolfswood, then for the sea of the Bay of Ice. How could the Lannisters attack there? The only reasonable answer to that, was that they attacked with ships, but whose ships?

"My lady?" Maester Luwin's voice snapped her out of her thoughts and, running toward the closed door of her study, Ylina pulled it open, quickly motioning for the man to step inside. "I understand Lady Glover sent you a message."

"Yes. She sent me a message alright." The girl answered through gritted teeth, giving the old man the letter she had been crushing in her hands without even noticing. "Told me at least 20 ships were approaching at their bay and shooting fire arrows to the soil without a second thought."

"Deepwood Motte under attack?" Maester Luwin frowned, trying to make sense of the situation.

"Not any attack. From the sea." Ylina noted, pacing around in the room. "Tell me, Maester, if it is the Lannisters attacking us, how could they possibly be doing it with a fleet? They don't have it. They fight in land!"

"I-I wouldn't know, my lady." The Maester stammered, unsure of what to say.

"Well, neither do I. But what am I supposed to do? I have a third of the man power Winterfell used to have. I sent 150 with Ser Rodrik. If I send another 150 to aid Lord Glover, that leaves me 100 men here. How can a 100 men protect Winterfell? Besides, who would lead the men up to Deepwood Motte? Half of them have never stepped foot in the Wolfswood. I can not…"

Ylina stopped rambling the second she heard a knock on her door. Cursing under her breath, the girl walked there and pulled it open, staring at the guard in front of her with fire burning behind her grey eyes. The guard gulped down hard, knowing his lady was angry and, as much as he knew her to be just and kind, he had never seen her in a moment of proper rage, so he wasn't sure what she could actually do.

"Forgive me, my lady, but there are men outside the walls, waiting to come inside."

"Men? Whose men?"

"Bolton's."

With a frown, Ylina turned to Maester Luwin and, when the man shrugged, she sighed.

"Very well… Send them in." She decided, as the guard bowed at her and left.

Turning to her Maester again, Ylina fixed the sleeves of her dress before running her finger through her hair to make sure it looked at least somewhat presentable.

"We are not fighting off the lions." She said, causing Maester Luwin to agree begrudgingly.

"Who are we fighting then?" He asked.

"I don't know yet." She admitted, meekly, before turning around to leave her study. "But I bet everything it isn't the Lannisters."

Ignoring the clicks of her own boots against the stone cold floors of the hallways, Ylina quickly made her way from her study to the common room. As soon as the guards pushed open the doors for her and she stepped inside, she noticed three men in the middle of the room. Upon recognizing her, the three of them kneeled to the floor, faces to the ground as Ylina came to a stop in front of them.

"My lady." The three of them mumbled, causing Ylina to sigh.

"No need for that." She dismissed gently, as the man in the middle lifted his eyes to meet hers. Nodding at the sigil stamped in the chest of his armor, Ylina spoke up again. "House Bolton, I assume."

"Yes, my lady." He smiled, quite proudly, only daring to raise to his feet again when Ylina waved her hand at him. "My father is away, fighting for your brother and we are proud bannermen of the King in the North."

"I see." Ylina nodded. "Thank you, my lord."

"I am no lord, my lady." The man said, as Ylina frowned at him.

"Oh, forgive me. I thought you said your father…"

"Aye. My father is Lord Roose Bolton. But that doesn't make me a lord in itself, my lady."

"Snow?" Ylina asked gently, finally understanding what the man was talking about.

"Ramsay, if you will, my lady." He said, bowing his head again.

"Ramsay." She repeated, as the man smiled at her. "And may I ask you what you are doing here, my— Ramsay."

At her correction, Ramsay smiled.

"It came to my knowledge Deepwood Motte is under attack, my lady." He said, as the girl frowned.

"How?" She asked, as the man shrugged.

"My father was a very good friend of Lord Glover's. Our families have always had… Deep ties." He said. At that, Ylina nodded. "As soon as the castle was attacked, Lady Glover sent word to me. I suppose she sent word to you, as well, my lady?"

"She did."

"In name of my Father and his ties to good Lord Glover, I would like to lead a party to Deepwood Motte and attack those who dared to attack us, my lady." Ramsay spoke up, once again bowing his head at her. "I understand I couldn't do it without your permission, however, so I…"

"How many men do you have, Ramsay?" Ylina asked, suddenly, as the man took a second to recover from his surprise of being interrupted before answering easily.

"200, my lady. The rest is off fighting our war with his grace, your brother."

"200 good man?" She asked, as Ramsay nodded. "Were I to give you another 50, would you take me with you?"

At that, Ramsay visibly hesitated. Ylina's face remained unreadable, already expecting that reaction from the young man. His clear green eyes were wide as they stared at her impassive grey ones. His internal debate was clear to anyone who as much as spared him a glance: how could he deny a request from his lady? At the same time, taking a woman to war? And not any woman… The lady of Winterfell, Stark in all but name. He looked back at one of the men he had brought inside the castle with him, probably the chief of his guard.

"My lady, I don't think…"

"Your men are good." She interrupted him again. "Boltons are known across the lands for their battle skills. Your ancestors were strong, resilient and, some say, a bit cruel. But their blood runs in your veins and your soldiers learned from people of your trust. You might be a Snow, Ramsay, but I can see it in you. You are a Bolton, in all but name."

"My lady…"

"And, should we come back victorious from this battle, I am sure King Robb will be grateful enough to grant you what you yearn for the most." She said, taking a step forward as her face stood mere inches away from his own.

"And what would that be, my lady?" He smirked, causing the girl to chuckle slightly before returning the same mischievous expression he was sending her back at him.

"King Robb will be happy to officializate you as a Bolton in repayment for your services, my lord." She said, emphasizing on the last words, knowing they would, most likely, make him give in.

Ylina watched as Ramsay looked back at the chief of his guard once again. When the older man shrugged, Ramsay turned back around and fixated his green eyes on Ylina.

"As you wish, my lady." He said, as the girl nodded with a smile. "Do you have a weapon?"

At that, she scoffed.

"If I have a weapon? It's almost as if you haven't heard all the stories about me, my lord." She repeated, as the young man chuckled. "See that your men are fed and rested. We will leave at sunrise."

At that, Ramsay nodded, waving at his men for them to leave. He watched as Ylina spun around to leave the room as well, but before she could, in a bold move, he grabbed her by the arm and made her stop to look at him.

"Thank you, my lady." He said, causing the girl to shake her head.

"Don't thank me. Not yet. We haven't won." She sighed, before opening a small smile. "And call me Ylina."

"Ylina." Ramsay repeated, the same way she had when she learned his name. "Thank you for your kindness."

"The hospitality of Winterfell is yours, my lord." She said with a gentle smile. "As it is anyone's who fights under the Stark name."

And as Ramsay watched her go away, he was sure. Ylina was a Stark. She might not have their name anymore, but their blood ran in her veins and it pumped her heart and that would definitely work in his favor when the time was right. Because if there was one thing the whole Westeros knew, was that the Starks had one flaw that would always, eventually, lead them to their deaths: honor.

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jackoshadows · 6 years ago

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Jon and Sansa had nothing in common as children in book one...

I constantly keep hearing from Sansa fans - on the Jon Snow Tag - about how Jon and Sansa had similar/parallel journeys and were pretty similarly bratty when they were children - pointing to Jonsa because they are so compatible you guys! - and that only Sansa gets unfairly criticized as opposed to Jon. Let’s tackle this:

Was Jon emo and bratty in the first few chapters in AGoT? No doubt. But as Maester Luwin aptly put it, bastards grow up faster - they have to deal with the harsh realities of life - unlike the popular, privileged daughter of the Warden of the North. Jon does look down on the other recruits of the NW as soon as he gets there, but Donal Noye very swiftly puts an end to that by explaining the circumstances to Jon and Jon LEARNS. Jon then goes about teaching Grenn and Pip and the others, protects Sam, talks to Aemon about taking in Sam etc. That’s the character growth that Jon shows in book one.

Meanwhile, Sansa continues to be bratty and selfish for pretty much the whole of the first book despite Ned’s constant pleas and warnings for the girls to not fight, that they were in a dangerous place (KL), that they had to be united as a family, that the Lannisters were bad people who had killed loyal Stark men. Sansa ignores all this and learns too late - after Ned loses his head, she is trapped in KL and the Lannisters start abusing her.

Sansa also goes against her family twice - she lies about the Trident incident, not supporting her own sister against Joffrey. And she tattles to Cersei all of Ned’s plans that was useful for Cersei to trap the girls - Sansa, Jeyne, Arya - in KL as opposed to on a ship bound for WF. Jon on the other hand wanted to leave the NW to fight for Ned, Robb and the rest of his family when he heard what happens. He feels deeply that he cannot save the people he loves:

Forgive me, Father. Robb, Arya, Bran... forgive me, I cannot help you. He has the truth of it. This is my place. "I am... yours, my lord. Your man. I swear it. I will not run again. - Jon, AGOT

That’s why it’s all the more significant when Jon does end up breaking his NW oaths for Arya at the end of the last book ADwD. Jon ends up choosing love over duty finally - like honorable Ned did.

The parallels about Jon and Sansa both wanting to leave WF also makes no sense. I mean, if you want to strip away all context, then yes, they were the two characters who wanted to leave WF in the beginning. But does not context matter in these so called parallels?

When Jon had his little tantrum with Benjen about leaving WF, it had just been made very clear to him what his status was among the siblings. Catelyn had made him sit at the lower tables while his siblings sat with their esteemed guests. Jon was bitter and angry. As we saw, Catelyn makes it very clear to Ned that Jon had to leave WF if Ned left for KL. Which was why Ned agrees to Jon going to the wall despite 14 being too young to make such a decision. Jon basically did not have a home anymore - the home he grew up in is not his - Catelyn made sure of that. Jon wanted to leave WF to make something of his life in a place - NW - where even a bastard could climb the ladder based on merit.

Sansa? She had a home. She had a loving family. A mother who doted on her. She was considered beautiful and admired for her skills unlike Arya. She wanted to leave WF to marry Joffrey and become Queen of the 7K.

So there’s a reason for why Sansa gets more criticism than Jon in the first book. Jon is an underdog trying to make something of his life as an outcast in Westeros. Sansa selfishly betrays her family twice - despite already having what Jon desired (home and family) - so that she could marry Joffrey and become queen. For reasons like this:

“Go Ahead, call me all the names you want," Sansa said airily. "You won't dare when I'm married to Joffrey. You'll have to bow and call me Your Grace." - AGOT

As show Sansa tells LF at the end of season 6 - “I came here every day when I was a girl. I prayed to be somewhere else. Back then I only thought about what I wanted, never about what I had. I was a stupid girl.”

Of course, then show Sansa negated that development by once again acting like her mother, never fully supporting Jon and passive aggressively undermining him in season 7 - but that’s D&D’s terrible writing that does not allow characters to grow for plot reasons.

Sansa gets criticized because she was a character created to have conflict among the Starks as per GRRM - not because she’s a girl.

When the series was originally conceived, it was only three volumes long and I did not know that several of the main characters were going to be stuck with being children for so much of it. The hardest chapters for me to write are the ones about Bran, just because he is the character most involved in magic, the youngest child and he is so seriously crippled--I have to write in that sense of powerlessness and it has always to convince. Sansa was the least sympathetic of the Starks in the first book; she has become more sympathetic, partly because she comes to accept responsibility for her part in her father's death. Jon Snow is the truest character--I like his sense of realism and the way he copes with his bastardy. - GRRM

https://www.amazon.co.uk/gp/feature.html?tag=westeros-21&ie=UTF8&docId=49161

Jon and Sansa do not have much in common at all. Both in the books and the show. That’s why their stories have nothing to do with each other in the books, why they hardly ever think of each other and why their stories will most probably never intersect. I mean, Sansa spends an entire book impersonating a bastard in the Vale, and never once, not once thinks about the bastard brother she grew up with in WF! Is that not amazing?! In fact Sansa admits to forgetting about Jon till Myranda Royce brings up his name. That’s how unconnected Jon and Sansa are in the books.

On the show, we see them clash again and again. Sansa keeps important information about LF and the Vale from Jon and then berates him about fighting with less men. Jon, like Ned, tells Sansa that they have to trust each other and be united as a family. Sansa undermines Jon, disagrees with his policies, Jon never listens to Sansa and instead does what he thinks is right.

As in the books, Jon has the steady, unwavering support of Arya - who stands up for Jon and defends him when he is not there to defend himself. Remember this in the books?

Sansa looked at Arya. “What did you think of Prince Joff, sister? He’s very gallant, don’t you think?”

“Jon says he looks like a girl,” Arya said.

Sansa sighed as she stitched. “Poor Jon,” she said. “He gets jealous because he’s a bastard.”

“He’s our brother,” Arya said, much too loudly.

A variation of this is pretty much what we saw last season as Sansa complains about Jon and Arya defends him on the show:

Sansa: I warned Jon this would happen. That he couldn't leave the North and expect it to just sit and wait for him like Ghost.

Arya: He didn't. He trusted you to hold it for him

Their clash over Jon escalates so much that Sansa considers having Arya executed to depose Jon and Arya lets her know that she is keeping an eye on her.

LF: He was named King in the North. He can be unnamed.

Sansa: Even if I wanted to, Arya would never go along. She always loved Jon far more than she ever loved me, and she'd kill anyone who betrayed her family.

Jon and Sansa have a non-existent relationship in the books and an almost antagonistic relationship on the show. That’s why Jonsa is just an absolutely baffling syndrome. I don’t know of any actual Jon Snow fans shipping Jonsa. Jon-Dany, Jon-Arya, Jon-Sam, hell even Jon - Satin and Jon - Val are more believable positive relationships than Jonsa. I constantly hear from the Sansa fans about how much Jon loves Sansa. Like where? You guys want to see what actual love is? You will see it next season when Jon finally reunites with Arya.

#Jon Snow #Sansa Stark #Arya Stark #Jon and Arya are the best sibling duo around #Always there for each other #The Jon Sansa parallels make absolutely no sense to me #They are two very different characters with nothing in common

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#6. Toni Topaz (GOT Character: Margaery Tyrell)

Queen Margaery Tyrell

Queen Margaery Tyrell is the only daughter of Lord Mace Tyrell and his wife, Lady Alerie Hightower. In the television adaptation Game of Thrones she is played by Natalie Dormer. Margaery has thick, softly curling brown hair and large brown eyes. She has a slender but womanly figure with smooth and unblemished pale skin and small breasts. Margaery is fair and lively, with a shy and sweet smile. She is regarded as beautiful or pretty by most. Tyrion Lannister considers her to be just as comely as Sansa Stark. Both Sansa and Cersei Lannister note the similarities in appearance between Margaery and her youngest brother, Loras. According to Cersei, Margaery and Loras look more alike than Cersei and her twin, Jaime. According to Renly Baratheon, there are people who claim Margaery looks like Lyanna Stark. Margaery is intelligent and shrewd, taking after her cunning grandmother, Lady Olenna Tyrell. Margaery is her protégée, and as such, Olenna has made certain that Margaery is capable of protecting herself from those who might use or abuse her. Varys describes Margaery as sweet and tractable. Sansa considers Margaery to be sweet and gentle, while Cersei considers her to be restless, as Margaery often goes for a ride, a trip by boat, or out hawking. The generous Margaery is popular with smallfolk. She follows the Faith of the Seven. Margaery’s attire includes a sheer gown of ivory silk, Myrish lace, and seed pearls. She also wears green with a cloak of autumn flowers and a pale green samite gown with a tight-laced bodice that bares her shoulders and the top of her bosom. Margaery was born at High garden in 283 AC to Lord Mace Tyrell and Lady Alerie Hightower. She has three older brothers, Willas, Garlan, and Loras. When she was a little girl, Willas used to read to her, and draw her pictures of the stars Margaery has been riding horses since she was old enough to walk.

Read more about Margaery Tyrell here and here.

#7. Kevin Keller (GOT Character: Ser Loras Tyrell)

Ser Loras Tyrell

Ser Loras Tyrell, also known as the Knight of Flowers, is a knight from House Tyrell and the third son of Lord Mace Tyrell of Highgarden and his wife, Lady Alerie Hightower. He is a highly skilled knight and jouster. His tournament successes, dazzling good looks, and ostentatious showmanship has made him a celebrated figure in the courts of the Seven Kingdoms. In the television adaptation Game of Thrones Loras is portrayed by Finn Jones. His personal coat of arms is three golden roses on a field of green, indicating his position as a third son. Loras is exceptionally handsome. His hair is a mass of lazy brown curls and ringlets which tumble over his eyes, which have been described as brown, liquid gold, big, and intelligent and lively. Tyrion Lannister thinks Loras is beautiful and already a legend, and that half the girls in the Seven Kingdoms want to bed him and all the boys want to be him. Sansa Stark also thinks Loras is beautiful, and that he is lithe and graceful with wonderful eyes. Loras is beloved by the smallfolk, especially women. While courteous he is still thirsty for glory and can be short-tempered and impetuous. Tyrion finds him a prickly lad. Oberyn Martell does not believe that Loras is as good a warrior as he is a tourney jouster. According to semi-canon source, Loras is in love with Renly Baratheon, and Loras’s father, Mace, and grandmother, Olenna, are aware of his sexuality. Loras is Mace’s favorite son. Despite his youth and slender frame, Loras is a capable warrior, using axes, lances, morningstars, and swords to deadly effect. Loras’s silver armor, which is decorated with sapphires and twining black vines was made by Tobho Mott. He also uses silver mail and a green shield. Golden roses decorate the crest of his helm. Loras wears a cloak of forget-me-nots sewn to a heavy woolen cape. His horses include a speedy grey mare and a tall white stallion. Loras was born at Highgarden in 282 AC. He has two older brothers, Willas and Ser Garlan, and one younger sister, Margaery.Loras squired for Lord Renly Baratheon at Storm’s End, and grew close to him. He soon became Renly’s lover. At the young age of fifteen, Loras received his knighthood. Loras purchased his armor from Tobho Mott’s shop in the Street of Steel in King’s Landing. During the tourney on Prince Joffrey’s name day in 298 AC, Loras defeated Ser Hosteen Frey and Ser Jaime Lannister of the Kingsguard in the joust. Renly’s brother, King Robert I Baratheon, won a Valyrian steel dagger from Loras’s victory.

Read more about Loras Tyrell here and here.

#8. Josie McCoy (GOT Character: Missandei)

Missandei

Missandei is a Naathi scribe in service to Kraznys mo Nakloz, one of the Good Masters of Astapor. In the television adaptation, Game of Thrones, she is portrayed by Nathalie Emmanuel. Missandei has a round flat face, dusky skin, and eyes like molten gold. Although only ten, she is very strong-willed and intelligent. She has a sweet, strong voice. Missandei was taught to refer to herself as “this one” instead of using first-person pronouns, a habit she tries to overcome once she is freed from slavery. Missandei and her brothers were born on the island of Naath. They were eventually captured by raiders from the Basilisk Isles, and sold into slavery in Astapor. Three of her brothers became Unsullied, but one was killed in training, and only Marselen and Mossador remain. She remembers Mossador teaching her to climb trees. Missandei had a noticeable gift, easily learning languages. Consequently, the Good Masters chose to train her as a scribe. Missandei has been trained to speak the Common Tongue of Westeros, High Valyrian, and bastard Valyrian. She has some knowledge of Ghiscari. Missandei is a slave interpreter and scribe for Kraznys mo Nakloz, when Daenerys Targaryen comes to inspect the Unsullied in Astapor. She leaves untranslated several of his insults, and edits some of his words to sound more polite and pleasant, leaving out entirely his sexual proposals.

Read more about Missandei here and here.

#9. Reggie Mantle (GOT Characters: Prince Theon Greyjoy)

Prince Theon Greyjoy

Prince Theon Greyjoy is a member of House Greyjoy and is the sole surviving son and heir apparent of Balon Greyjoy, Lord of the Iron Islands. At the end of Greyjoy’s Rebellion, Theon was taken to Winterfell as a hostage and ward to Lord Eddard Stark. He becomes a POV character in A Clash of Kings. In the television adaptation Game of Thrones, he is played by Alfie Allen. Theon is a lean, dark, handsome youth who seems to find everything amusing. He is known for his confidence and his cocky smile. He is promiscuous and vain, but behind his arrogant exterior hides insecurities relating to his uncertain familial and social identity. Theon seeks approval from the Starks, but usually feels unsatisfied. The youth is not particularly religious. Theon wears a fur-lined cloak, black silk gloves, black leather boots, silvery-grey lambswool breeches, a white leather belt, and a black velvet doublet embroidered with the kraken of House Greyjoy. He has purchased a golden chain with gold. Another outfit includes a satin tunic striped black and gold and a leather jerkin with silver studs. For combat situations Theon wears a black kraken-emblazoned surcoat over a shirt of fine mail. An experienced hunter and rider, Theon is accomplished with the longbow and he also wields a dirk. He carries a longsword in a scabbard striped with the Greyjoy colors of black and gold. Theon refers to Theon Stark, a King in the North, as his namesake. Theon received beatings at Pyke from his older brothers, Rodrik and Maron. He received his first sword from Dagmer Cleftjaw. Theon was a boy of ten when Greyjoy’s Rebellion was crushed and his brothers were killed, making him the heir to House Greyjoy and the Iron Islands. Theon was taken from his father, Lord Balon Greyjoy, as a hostage and ward by Lord Eddard Stark and has been raised at Winterfell for nine years since. Considered to be in fosterage, Theon was raised with the Stark children and tutored with them in all disciplines, including instructions from Maester Luwin and training at arms from Ser Rodrik Cassel. His relationship with the Starks is respectful, and he has come to consider Robb a close friend and younger brother. Although they trained together, Theon ignored the sullen Jon Snow, Lord Eddard’s bastard son and another outsider in the family. However, though he claims to Catelyn Stark that Lord Eddard was like a second father to him, and although Eddard indeed attempted to be like a father to him from time to time, Theon still thought Eddard to be cold. As a child, Theon used to think that Eddard might marry him to his eldest daughter Sansa and claim him for a son.Theon and Robb trained with wooden swords on the steps of Winterfell, and together with Jon Snow were trained at arms by Ser Rodrik Cassel. He played in the castle’s godswood, and participated in melees during tourneys. In 296 AC Theon traveled with Lord Eddard to Torrhen’s Square, where he spent a fortnight with Benfred Tallhart, whom Theon teased for his large neck. Theon has slept with numerous women, including Kyra and Bessa of the winter town and a miller’s wife along the Acorn Water. He lost his virginity in Winterfell’s godswood.

Read more about Theon Greyjoy here and here.

#10. Jellybean Jones (GOT Character: King Bran Stark)

Bran Stark (King Bran I)

Brandon Stark, typically called Bran and later on known as King Bran I or Bran the Broken, is the second son of Lord Eddard Stark and Lady Catelyn Tully. He is one of the major POV characters in the books. He has four older siblings—Robb, Jon, Sansa, Arya—and one younger—Rickon. Like his siblings, he is constantly accompanied by his direwolf, Summer, with whom he shares a strong warg connection. He is seven years old at the beginning of A Game of Thrones. In the television adaptation Game of Thrones he is played by Isaac Hempstead-Wright. Bran favors his mother Catelyn in appearance, having the thick auburn hair and deep blue eyes of the Tullys. Bran is a sweet and thoughtful boy, well-loved by everyone at Winterfell. He has a fascination with climbing and exploring along the walls and ramparts of the castle. Catelyn once jested that Bran could climb before he could walk, however, his climbing often distresses her. Like his siblings, he is also dutiful and tough-minded, but also possesses a propensity for adventure and excitement; he yearns to see far off places one day and dreams of becoming a knight. His half-brother Jon Snow fondly thinks to himself that Bran was always "stubborn and curious", and in like manner constantly wanted to join in the play of the older boys, believing himself an adult at seven. Born at Winterfell in 290 AC at the height of summer, Bran is the second son and fourth child of Catelyn Tully and Eddard Stark, head of House Stark. He is named after his late uncle, Eddard's elder brother Brandon, whose death was one of the major events that led to Robert's Rebellion in 282 AC. Bran has three older siblings (Robb, Sansa, and Arya) and one younger (Rickon). He also has a bastard half-brother, Jon Snow. As a child, Bran was educated by Maester Luwin and trained with weapons by the master-at-arms, Ser Rodrik Cassel. A year before Bran's birth, in 289 AC, Eddard brought to Winterfell a hostage, Theon Greyjoy, the last surviving son of Balon Greyjoy, Lord of the Iron Islands. Although Robb and Theon became close after Greyjoy's Rebellion, Bran never warmed to his father's ward. Bran enjoys exploring the castle, as he believes it allows him to know its secrets. Since he was a babe, Bran often climbed the walls of Winterfell, scaring Catelyn to death. Once, she pleaded for him to stop, and extracted a promise for him to do so, which he kept for barely a fortnight. When Bran, wracked with guilt, confessed this to Eddard, he ordered his son to the Winterfell godswood to cleanse himself, where Bran was eventually found asleep in the tallest sentinel tree. Ned then accepted his climbing, but told him to try to not let his lady mother see him. Lady Stark then turned to others in the castle: first, Maester Luwin, who once made a boy out of pottery and threw it from Winterfell's walls to show Bran what would happen if the boy were to fall while climbing, then, to Old Nan, who told him a story of a boy who climbed too high, was struck by lightning and had his eyes eaten by crows, and finally the castle guards, who chased Bran from tower to tower in an attempt to haul him down. Each attempt was fruitless, and Bran continued his climbing. The boy enjoys feeding corn to the crows atop the broken tower. Bran loves hearing Old Nan's stories, preferring the scary ones above all else concerning the children of the forest, the Long Night, and the Others. He is also enthralled by tales of mystery knights and the Kingsguard, and asks to hear their stories over and over until their names become like music to him. However, he is disappointed to be informed by his father that the new Kingsguard is not as it once was.

Read more about Bran Stark here and here.

#11. Hiram Lodge (Game Of Thrones Character: Tywin Lannister)

Lord Tywin Lannister

Lord Tywin Lannister is Lord of Casterly Rock, Shield of Lannisport, and Warden of the West. The head of House Lannister, Tywin is one of the most powerful lords in Westeros, and is the father of Cersei, Jaime, and Tyrion. He loves his children Jaime and Cersei, but despises Tyrion. This is partly because Tyrion is deformed, but also Tywin blames his son for causing his beloved wife Joanna's death during his birth, as well as for shaming the family name with his frequent whoring. In the television adaptation Game of Thrones, Tywin is portrayed by Charles Dance. Tywin is a tall, slender, broad-shouldered man in his fifties. He has kept his head shaved ever since he started going bald, but grows out bushy golden side-whiskers, and has green eyes flecked with gold. In battle, he wears deep crimson armor highlighted with gold, with a cloth-of-gold cape. Tywin is a calculating, intelligent, politically astute, ruthless, and controlling man. He dedicates his life and efforts towards maintaining the Lannisters' prestige, and ensuring House Lannister is respected, or at least feared. He is a proven battle commander and politician, and has a very powerful presence combined with an intimidating gaze. Tywin was the first born of Tytos Lannister and his wife Jeyne Marbrand. His early years were formative ones, shaping his mind and resolve for the life that lay ahead of him. Tywin was forced to watch his mighty house nearly brought to ruin through his father's actions. His father while a gentle and amiable man was also weak willed and eager to please, loans went unpaid and his bannermen did what they pleased mocking him in their cups or openly defying him.According to Genna Lannister, when Tytos agreed to marry her to Emmon Frey, the second son of Lord Walder Frey, just to please Lord Walder. The betrothal was announced at a feast in 252 AC, with most of the Lords of the West in attendance. Upon the announcement, Lord Roger Reyne left the hall in anger and Ellyn Reyne laughed aloud. The rest of Lord Tytos's vassals sat on their tongues, only the ten-year-old Tywin spoke out against the wedding because he thought it an uneven match. Tytos later sent Tywin to King's Landing to serve as a royal cupbearer at King Aegon V Targaryen's court. At the royal court Tywin befriended the young Prince Aerys and the heir to Storm's End, Steffon Baratheon. His cousin, Joanna Lannister, also served at the royal court as a companion and lady-in-waiting to Princess Rhaella Targaryen. During the War of the Ninepenny Kings, eleven thousand westermen under the leadership Tywin's uncle, Ser Jason Lannister (who would later perish in the war) were sent to fight beside the forces of the Iron Throne in the Stepstones. Tywin who was already a knight by then joined the Lannister force as did his brothers Kevan and Tygettas squires. The young Prince Aerys Targaryen served as a squire during the war and when he won his knighthood, Tywin was granted the honor of knighting his friend. House Lannister's reputation was low because of Tywin's weak father, Tytos. Tywin decided to take ruthless steps to rectify the situation and restore the family honor and fortune from its near ruin. Upon the return of Ser Tywin Lannister from the Stepstones with his brothers, Ser Kevan (newly knighted) and Tygett Lannister who while still a squire had distinguished himself well in the fighting. The three were now battle hardened from the war, they knew how their House was regarded by others under the misrule of their sire and were determined to change that. Tywin Lannister took upon himself the task of restoring his house's dominance. The young Tywin, declared to his father he was restoring House Lannister to its proper place, Lord Tytos protested feebly before returning to the comfort and embrace of his current mistress, who was a wet nurse. Tywin began by demanding the repayment of the gold his father lent out, those who could not repay immediately had to send a hostage to Casterly Rock until their debt was settled. He charged his brother Kevan with command of five hundred knights, who were all blooded and seasoned veterans from the War of the Ninepenny Kings and had them rid the westerlands of robber knights and bandit outlaws. Some hastened to obey, and Ser Harys Swyft stated, "The Lion has awoken." Unable to pay the loan at the time, Ser Harys agreed to surrender his daughter Dorna into Ser Kevan's custody, elsewhere the collectors were met with sullen resistance and open defiance. Roger Reyne reportedly laughed when he read Tywin's edicts and counseled his friends and vassals to do nothing.Lord Walderran Tarbeck unwisely choose a different course. He rode to Casterly Rock to confront Lord Tytos, confident he could easily cow Tytos to rescind his son's edicts. Lord Tytos was not present when Lord Tarbeck arrived at court, but the young Tywin was and ordered Lord Walderran imprisoned for disloyalty.In return, Lady Ellyn Tarbeck seized three Lannisters - two Lannisters of Lannisport, as well as Stafford Lannister, whose sister was betrothed to Tywin and threatened them harm unless her Lord and husband was returned. This awoke Lord Tytos who was determined to get his late brother's son, Stafford, back alive and ignored Tywin's suggestion that Lord Walderran should be sent back to his wife in three pieces, one for every Lannister taken. Tytos returned Walderran unharmed and even forgave the Tarbeck debt to House Lannister, further weakening the position of the House. Tywin was determined to bring the overmighty and belligerent vassals to heel. Late in the year of 261 AC Tywin (who did not seek his lord father's leave, nor even informed him of his intent) sent a raven message to both Tarbeck Hall and Castamere demanding that they present themselves at Casterly Rock to answer for their crimes. Both refused (as Tywin knew they would) and choose defiance, rising in revolt and renouncing their fealty to House Lannister. Tywin rode forth himself taking command of the Lannister forces and immediately marched against the upstart vassals taking the army he had already gathered prior to sending the raven messages.Thus, Tywin took upon himself the task of putting down House Tarbeck and House Reyne, for their defiance and showing the world that the Lion of Lannister was a beast to fear. Tywin crushed both vassal houses with ruthless efficiency, destroying both houses entirely so that their lines were ended, leaving their ruined and shattered castles as a mute testimony to the fate that awaits those who scorn the power of Casterly Rock. Such was the brutality of Tywin's destruction of House Reyne that a song called "The Rains of Castamere" was written as a tribute to the event. Indeed when Lord Farman of Faircastle later grew truculent Tywin sent a messenger with a lute instead of a letter and once "The Rains of Castamere" was played Lord Farman caused no further trouble.Upon the death of King Jaehaerys II Targaryen, the newly-crowned King Aerys II Targaryen choose his friend Ser Tywin as Hand of the King, impressed by the ruthlessness demonstrated against the rebellious Reynes and Tarbecks. Tywin spent much of his time at the court of King's Landing, his father continued to rule the westerlands for the next few years, though still a weak Lord none of his other vassals dared cause trouble after seeing what his heir Tywin did to Reynes and Tarbecks.When Tywin's father Tytos finally keeled over of a burst heart in 267 AC while climbing a flight of steps to visit his new mistress, Ser Tywin became the Lord of Casterly Rock and Warden of the West. Upon his return to Casterly Rock after hearing of his father's death, Tywin found his father's new mistress trying on one of his late mother's gowns. Tywin learned that while he was away serving as at King's Landing, his father's mistress, the daughter of a chandler, dominated Tytos utterly, ordering about the household knights and dismissing servants and helping herself to his late wife's jewelery. Tywin had her stripped naked and forced the sobbing woman to walk the streets of Lannisport to confess to every man she met that she was a thief and a harlot before banishing her from the westerlands. As a result of his father's follies Tywin Lannister never laughed as he mistrusted laughter, hearing too much of it directed at his father and House Lannister in his youth. Tywin also seldom smiled when he was young and never smiled again after his wife's death.

Read more about Tywin Lannister here and here.

#11. Hermione Lodge (GOT Character: Queen Cersei Lannister)

Queen Cersei Lannister

Queen Cersei Lannister is the only daughter and eldest child of Lord Tywin Lannister of Casterly Rock and his wife, Lady Joanna Lannister. She is the twin of her younger brother, Ser Jaime Lannister. In the television adaptation Game of Thrones Cersei is played by Lena Headey, and is portrayed when she is a child by Nell Williams in a Season 5 flashback. After Robert's Rebellion, Cersei married King Robert I Baratheon and became Queen of the Seven Kingdoms. She is the mother of Prince Joffrey, Princess Myrcella, and Prince Tommen of House Baratheon of King's Landing. Cersei becomes a POV character in A Feast for Crows. When they were children, Cersei and her twin-brother, Jaime, looked so alike not even their father, Tywin, could tell them apart. As adults, they still significantly resemble each other. Cersei is a strikingly beautiful woman, with golden hair, emerald green eyes, fair skin, and a slender, graceful figure. Cersei is willful, ambitious and has a certain low cunning. She is hungry and greedy for power. Cersei believes herself to be subtle and politically astute. She hates being excluded from power on account of her gender, and resents the customs and conventions put on her because she is female. She thinks of herself as a female version of her father, and feels slighted when people do not obey her commands as they would have done for Lord Tywin, but instead give her their counsel, or disagree with her, which she faults on her gender. Cersei is impatient, and never forgets a slight, whether real or imagined. She considers caution to be cowardice and disagreement for defiance. Her quick temper and her easily wounded pride frequently lead her to make rash decisions, and she rarely considers what unintended consequences her actions might have. She does not shy away from using sex as a weapon. Cersei was born in 266 AC as the first-born child and only daughter to Ser Tywin Lannister, heir to Casterly Rock, and his wife, Lady Joanna. Cersei was born shortly before her twin brother Jaime, who was holding her foot. King Aerys II Targaryen sent the twins their weights in gold as a name day gift, and commanded Tywin to bring the children to court when they were old enough to travel.[1] It is currently unknown whether this visit to King's Landing actually occurred, as the royal court came to Casterly Rock following the death of Lord Tytos Lannister in 276 AC. Cersei and Jaime did visit King's Landing in 272 AC, when their mother brought them from Casterly Rock for the Anniversary Tourney held to celebrate the tenth year of King Aerys's reign. During their early childhood, Cersei and Jaime were inseparable. They looked so similar as children, up to the point that not even their father was able to keep them apart. Because of their similar looks, Cersei occasionally wore Jaime’s clothes and took lessons from the master-at-arms in his stead, without anyone realizing. They played in the bowels of Casterly Rock, where the caged lions of Cersei's late grandfather, Tytos, were kept. Cersei and Jaime would dare each other to climb into the cage. Cersei once dared to go as far as touch one of the lions, until her brother pulled her away. Cersei and Jaime slept together in the same bed when they were very young, and experimented together in a sexual manner at a young age. During one of these encounters, they were caught by a servant who informed their mother. A guard was placed near Cersei's bedchamber, whilst Jaime's bedchamber was moved to the other side of the castle. The twins were told never to do anything like that ever again, as Joanna would otherwise be forced to tell their father. Cersei's mother died not long thereafter, in 273 AC, when giving birth to Cersei's younger brother, Tyrion. For killing her mother, Cersei despised her youngest sibling. Shortly after Joanna's death, the Princess of Dorne visited Casterly Rock with her two youngest children, Elia and Oberyn Martell. Though Tyrion was kept out of sight during the visit of the Martells, Cersei promised Princess Elia to show Tyrion to her. Threatening her brother's wet nurse before sending her away, Cersei undid Tyrion's swaddling clothes and hurt her little brother, until Jaime stopped her. The Princess of Dorne proposed a betrothal between Cersei and Oberyn, during this visit, but she was refused, and Tywin informed her that Cersei was meant as a bride for Prince Rhaegar Targaryen.

Read more about Cersei Lannister here and here.

Look for Part 3 soon.

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pairing: Jon Snow x Reader

summary: When Y/N and Jon leave each other and their feelings for The Wall and King's Landing, They go through hell and back, but when they meet back after rumours of their deaths, things start to become tense.

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There they were all 5 Stark children along with Jon Snow were sitting near the skirts of the lush forest along with their loyal companions the Y/L/N children.

Y/N was the Eldest among the 3 siblings, she had flowing h/c locks that went right down to the curves of her bum. Her eyes were as bright s the sky and had a e/c hue to them. She hunted like most of the men and fought like a true warrior on the battlefield. She had near to most of the men of the north grazing over her skills and presence, but it seemed like she had eyes for only one suitor.

Next was Stefan, the proud but shy son of House Y/L/N. He had shaggy golden mops of hair atop of his freckled face, his auburn eyes burned deep into any book he could find and only at 14, he was one of the cleverest and smartest people in the whole of Westeros. Unlike his older sister, Stefan preferred to stay huddled up in a cosy room with the fire crackling instead of learning to wield a sword in the harsh cold.

The youngest child was a little girl with the name of Grayce, though she was small, she had an ever burning energy. Grayce's wild blonde hair would flow in and out of her mouth as she sprinted around her Mother. She would run with her sister when she went out to hunt for supper that evening and begged her brother to place the books somewhere else and direct his focus onto her ever growing attention.

The Y/L/N and Stark children never left each other's side. If you saw one House heirs walking down, you find the opposite child pacing next to them. Most of the Time Grayce played with little Rickon and Arya, Stefan stayed close to Bran and Sansa; who he might have something for, While Y/N would constantly play around with Robb and Jon. Out of all of them, Y/N and Jon had the closest relationship, they would spend most nights together sharing secrets and chuckling close to the warm heat of the fire.

The Pair had become quite the friends over the years, Jon had even opened up to her about his heritage, all Y/N would do is look him deep in his dark eyes and simply state that she didn't think as Jon as The Bastard Of Ned Stark but instead as Jon Snow, A wanting Ranger of the Night's Watch. Jon would be lying if he said he hadn't thought of Y/N more times than he should've. he couldn't help it though, the way she treated him with nothing but respect and honesty made his cold heart thaw up, even her name sent Jon over the edge in a matter of seconds.

Arya and Bran stood idly by one another in front of the hay archery target, standing right behind them was Jon and Robb has the helped aided the pair to the best of their abilities. Stefan, Sansa, Rickon, and Grayce watched cautiously at the two at a near by tall, old willow tree that offered total shade to the group.

Bran had struggled through the whole process, barely hitting the target once, he hasn't even hit the board yet, but at least the boy is trying his hardest. Arya, on the other hand, had shot a mere 6 arrows in the centre of the aim.

"Bran, how many times do we have to say this, stop staring at Grayce and Focus boy," Robb chuckled lowly as he bent down to Bran's height and placed two firm hands on Bran's delicate shoulders.

"Where's Y/N when ya need 'er," Jon joked quietly, slightly nudging his brother as he brushed his dark curls out of his eyes.

Suddenly a spotted grey horse came sprinting through the thick trees, though they didn't get a clear view of the rider, they all instantly recognized the horse as a familiar girl's trusted stallion; Grey Hoard. The horse turned to face the group of children and revealed the devilish girl holding a handful of squirrels and a beaming smile on her flawless face, sending small vibrations through Jon's stomach.

Y/N quickly slid off her majestic steed and bounced towards the crowd, still with bright eyes.

" I brought squirrels," Y/N laughed as she placed the animals next to her younger brother's satchel.

"I can see," Sansa replied in a faulting voice, "remind me why you needed to go out and find yourself a family of squirrels?" she gagged as adverted her eyes up to Y/N's E/C orbs instead of the carcasses below.

"Supper, dear Sansa," Y/ smirked widely at the auburn haired girl.

"The mighty Y/N returns," Robb proclaimed as he bowed towards the giggling girl as she made her way over to the patch of Starks.

"Miss me that much Stark?" Y/N laughed loudly as Bran shot another poorly loosed arrow at a nearby branch.

"Gods Bran, what has your brother been teaching you?" Y/N spoke sarcastically as she strode towards the young lord.

"Only the best archery in the whole of The Seven Kingdoms," Robb joked as he turned to his brother beside him, Y/N simply scoffed in disagreement before turning her attention to the faulting boy.

"Relax Bran, you're putting too much stress on your shooting arm," Y/N spoke softly as her slender fingers danced over Bran's thin forearm and her face came up next to his, "Use the wind to your favour,"

Bran's fingers finally let the arrow fly free and it struck straight in the middle of the target. Off near the tree the other cheered and clapped for the boy as Bran took an egotistical bow towards the howling group of children.

"And that's why you get me to teach you," Y/N giggled as she ruffled Bran's straw strands. The whole pack chuckled in amusement and agreement.

"What about me," Arya whined desperately as she shot another arrow into the middle of the target before turning to face Y/N with big eyes.

"Arya, you're bloody natural, you require no such training," Y/N smiled brightly at the young girl as she walked towards the batch of kids, she was just about to place herself net to Rickon when one of her father's men ran up to her.

"Lady Y/N, your father, and Lord Stark wish to speak with you," he spoke quietly and harshly.

"Tell them, I'll speak with them in a moment," Y/N groaned as she gripped her sword tightly.

"They want you, now," the man breathed out once again in a distracting voice as he cracked during his sentence. Y/N simply whined and approached Grey Hoard and mounted him.

"Don't let your brother fuck him up," Y/N smirked proudly to Jon before she rode off towards the castle and leaving him with a love struck smile, a tight chest and teasing siblings.

"You wished to speak with me Lord Stark," Y/N spoke highly as she titled her head towards Eddard as she paced down the long hallway towards The Lord himself.

"Yes, as You know House Stark and House Y/L/N have been loyal allies since the beginning," Ned started as he placed the familiar firm Stark hand on Y/N femininely clad shoulder.

"We have served you and your house with honour for decades, my lord," Y/N spoke softly as she looked down at her closed in shoes.

"And you'll continue to do so," Ned smiled as she lit up in excitement.

"What are you insisting my lord?" Y/N beamed brightly.

"I'm heading towards King's Landing, the south is full of vipers that'll do anything to get what the want, I need someone who has my back all the time," He warmly spoke to her as Y/N tried her best to compose herself in front of Eddard. "I wouldn't want anyone else for this,"

"It would be my pleasure to serve House Stark for another generation," Y/N bowed slowly.

"Wonderful, We set track at noon," Eddard boomed as he stomped away from her and Y/N simply bounced away, a spring in every step.

Y/N was at the gates of Winter fell standing tall and proud as her true fantasy is finally coming to a reality. She was there with her fellow guards, The Lord and Lady Stark abroad two beautiful snowy horse, Sansa and Robb had accompanied the parents on their journey while the other Stark Children stayed behind along with Jon Snow.

"Do you have to go?" Grayce whined as she tugged at her older sister's uniform softly.

"Yes Grayce, but I'll be back before you know it," Y/N smiled weakly as a tear slipped back her long lashes and onto the little girl's soft cheeks. Grayce clung even harder to her, snaking her tiny arms around Y/N toned thigh squeezing tightly at the skin. Y/N turned to the rest of her family, sure she didn't feel a lot of comfort from her parents: but they still gave her life, she told them she would write to them as much as they could. Finally, she turned her younger brother, she placed a firm hand on his shoulder and looked deep in her golden irises, "Stefan, I know you may not like what I'm about to say, but you need to learn how to wield a sword," Y/N told him quietly and sternly.

"Anything," Stefan spoke softly as he nodded his locks and walked back over to his mother.

It was the time to say her goodbye to her long-time friend and companion, Jon. She felt her heart slowly splitting in two as she saw the brooding man make his way over to her. Her stomach did flips and bounces, as his dark eyes locked with her bright ones. Sure the pair have had their ups and downs and Y/N knew that Jon would just see her as a loyal friend to the end, but they way he swung his sword at his opponents during their training made her knees weak.

"I guess this is goodbye," Jon spoke weakly as he rubbed the back of his neck and adverted his gaze elsewhere

"You know we'll meet again once we travel back North after Sansa's wedding," Y/N tried to make this whole situation lighter but failed miserably. Tears threatened to spill past her lids but she hid them behind her lashes, although she wanted to profess her love for the Stark bastard before riding off she would disgrace her family's name by her foolish actions, so she simply kept the fateful words to herself.

"We won't," Jon spoke harshly as he peered up at her with his dark eyes but this time they were filled with anguish and suffering.

"What?" Y/N choked out, her E/C orbs fell right into his.

"I'm joining The Night's Watch, Although I won't be returning for much of my remaining life, I'll finally be free of my bastard name," Jon explained quietly, his orbs searched for anything in Y/N's ones. Silence and tension filled the air, for the first time in what felt like an eternity Jon finally spoke up, "What do you suppose of that," Y/N said nothing but instead ran right into his arms, squeezing him tightly as she brought her lips up to his ear.

"Be safe and don't forget me," Y/N sobbed quietly into his shoulder as she hugged him for longer than she should've, Jon arms had already snaked around her curved waist and brought back the feeling in her lower back.

"Of course and Never," Jon replied with a small smile, Y/N simply placed her warm lips on Jon's cold cheek, pressing a small kiss to the area before she walked away and rode away with the rest of them, leaving her feelings behind in Winterfell and with Jon.

Y/N has escaped another close encounter with guarded men for what felt like the millionth time. She had been on the run since the death of Robb. She felt guilty for his death, if she hadn't have warned him sooner he would be alive and well, living a wonderful life with his son and wife.

She couldn't go back home, All of her family were dead, killed right in front of her face. Frey's men had snuck in, right at midnight at set their home a light, killing all of them, while Y/N was tied up right outside.

Frey's men had nicked her after the Red Wedding, as she was one of the only people to survive, they tortured her, raped her until she was a heap of blood, sweat, and tears. The memories had etched their way into her mind and would never crawl their way out.

Currently, Y/N had been sitting a comfortable wooden stool and a large pint of Ale, her e/c were gazing out the window, snow falling gracefully against the clear glass, reminding her of the better and more happier times back at Winterfell. Y/N heard a quiet squeak next to her, her orbs danced over to the origin of the sound, to see a small and timid man sitting idly by her.

"So pretty girl," The man started as he placed his elbow on the splintered table and smirked widely. "Why don't you give me a smile," Y/N turned her face to meet his. There sliding down her cheek was a red angry scar, it was irritated and swollen, Y/N wondered how it hadn't got infected yet. The man flinched back at the sight of the slash and retracted any props to her presence.

"I'll give you a smile when you get the fuck out of my face," Y/N sneered and she sipped at her finished Ale.

"How in the hell did you get that?" the man almost shouted, Y/N thought he would start pointing at her sore. She simply rolled her eyes at him and slowly drew her silver sword at him.

"Here want me to show you," Y/N smirked widely, she pressed the cold metal into his skin almost drawing blood, the man scurried away in fear, she was about to strike him when out the corner of her eye she spotted two much bigger men stand their ground. Although Y/N knew she could take them, she decided to save her energy for a much bigger threat, especially if she was riding north.

Quickly Y/N drew her sword back into its leather holder, threw her payment on the table and stomped out of the Tavern.

"For fuck's sake, is there not one good place to get some Ale," Y/N whined as she for what felt like the hundredth time, she mounted her house that she has had for more than 3 years. The Horse softly nudged its head upwards to Y/N, telling her it was hungry.

"Don't you fret boy, I got you your favourite," Y/N smiled brightly, she snuck her hand under her thick coat and pulled out a red and ripe apple. Pleased with himself the stallion happily chomped the fruit away from Y/N hand and started trotting in the same pace.

Though she knew, what she was doing was wrong, but she had to do it. There in all, its glory stood the mighty walls of Winterfell. Y/N had dismounted her house and slowly paced towards the entrance.

She hesitated on whether she should greet her old friends or not. Would they mark her as their brother's and father's murderer or not. She had so many concerned that he simply whisked them away and entered the gates.

As soon as Y/N felt the cool normal breeze against her face, a small smile adorned her face as she finally felt safe and welcomed, after 2 long, terrible years he finally had a place to call her own.

Y/N started to address the place a bit closer now, she had noticed, some arrows sticking out the corner of the stone walls, she also saw men laying on the ground wailing for their life. Quickly Y/N raced over to one of them and helped them to sit up. Y/N had helped his drink a special concoction she had traded.

After that Y/N had got back onto her feet and watched the man slowly soft crying for help and started to breathe normal and nod his head towards her for gratification.

Y/N was about to start walking away from the man when a light voice was calling out her name, she had swivelled around to see a young woman with bright red-hair charging towards her. When Y/N caught sight of her cold eyes, she as well started running towards the girl at full speed until they meet one another. The two women embraced each other in a tight hug.

"I thought you died along side my brother," Sansa sighed into Y/N neck as her delicate hands gripped at Y/N waist.

"I wish I did," Y/N whined as she pulled away and looked deeply at Sansa's snow kissed face.

"You did everything you could," Sansa replied automatically, running her hand across Y/N deep sore. "You must come with me, there is someone you have to see," Sansa finished as she pulled Y/N wrist and dragged her up the stairs and into a small room. There in the corner was a tall man that was draped in similar fur coats as Sansa, and his dark locks were pulled into a tight bun, immediately signalling Y/N's stomach to do so many flips that she thought it was slip up into her mouth.

"Jon," Sansa warm voice filled the air as even his name alone brought tears to her eyes. The man turned around slowly, the sound of the leather against leather made Jon more brooding than the past times she had seen him. 2 years ago she saw him as a shy timid boy, but now he was tall handsome king.

Y/N didn't waste any time on talking to Jon in between the few seconds of silence but instead, she had sprinted towards him and embraced him in a heartwarming hug, her arms wrapped tightly around his neck and his ruggish beard tickling her chin.

After a small minute, his arm had snaked around her waist and brought back the tight grip onto her back and pulled her closer into his torso.

"I missed you," was all that was flung between the two.

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starksinthenorth · 3 years ago

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So there is precedent for men with only daughters doing what they wanted, and it being honored. Rohanne Webber, in the Dunk + Egg books, was required to be married by a certain age or a cousin would inherit her land and title. There’s also the big ????? around the Sansa-Jonnel-Serena-Edrick question after Cregan Stark died, because Jonnel One Eye seems to be Lord of Winterfell suo jure, and not jure uxoris.

I’m currently studying for the bar exam and a lot of modern property conveyance is rooted in law from 1066 and William the Conqueror’s very complicated legal code. And when looking at property conveyance (which is what was also used for noble titles) it’s incredibly important to look at the conveyor’s intent.

In discussing this section, people constantly forget to look at the context of their conversation in ASOS, Catelyn IV:

"[Tyrion] swore to trade [Sansa] for his brother," [Catelyn] said numbly. ". . . How could he marry her, after saying that in sight of gods and men?"

"He's the Kingslayer's brother. Oathbreaking runs in their blood." Robb's fingers brushed the pommel of his sword. "If I could I'd take his ugly head off. Sansa would be a widow then, and free. There's no other way that I can see. . . . ."

. . . “My poor sweet Sansa . . . why would anyone do this to her?"

"For Winterfell," Robb said at once. "With Bran and Rickon dead, Sansa is my heir. If anything should happen to me . . .”

Robb’s focus isn’t on Sansa. It’s on Tyrion and his Lannister enemies. He goes on to talk about succession, his plans for ending the war, and again focuses on Tyrion:

"Young, and a king," he said. "A king must have an heir. If I should die in my next battle, the kingdom must not die with me. By law Sansa is next in line of succession, so Winterfell and the north would pass to her." His mouth tightened. "To her, and her lord husband. Tyrion Lannister. I cannot allow that. I will not allow that. That dwarf must never have the north."

If I would assume ANYTHING from what I have learned in my many years as a history nerd, reader of ASOIAF, and miserable law student, it’s this: he would write something ridiculously, stupidly complicated. My guess?

Sansa Stark has a shifting executory interest in Winterfell and the North.

What does this mean in laymen’s terms? Sansa’s interest will shift to replace Jon’s if certain factors are met. Example:

"If I should have no children, to my now-legitimized half-brother Jon, but if my sister Sansa Stark is no longer married to Tyrion Lannister before my death, to Sansa.”

This means that FOR THE TIME BEING, the inheritance is:

Robb’s potential child

Jon

Sansa Stark, wife of Tyrion Lannister

Cousins in the Vale

But if something happens, say, the head of “Tyrion” showing up in King’s Landing or an annulment from Peytr Baelish’s friends in Gulltown, then Sansa is no longer married to Tyrion and we would probably get:

Robb’s potential child (Jeyne is not pregnant, I’m just putting this in here for context)

Sansa Stark, widow? of Tyrion

Jon

Cousins in the Vale*

The real joke of the will though is that BRAN AND RICKON (AND ARYA) ARE ALIVE, which Robb and his lords and his mother very much did not know.

With all the Starks alive, the will is about as useless as nipples on a breastplate, or the marriage pact between Arianne and Viserys.

When at least three Starks converge on Winterfell with recognizable support and backers (Jon, Sansa, and Rickon) a piece of paper that spent the better part of a year in the Neck is NOT going to matter whatsoever. (Also probably Bran and Arya show up at some point, but I am still very ?????????? about when.)

* which also brings up the question of why we don’t know more about those Vale cousins floating around because I want to know more (especially the Waynwoods!) but alas I don’t think this becomes important ever.

Hi! About Robb's will, I honestly don't understand what antis try to argue when they say that he disinherited Sansa. It's true that he didn't want Winterfell to pass to Tyrion, so of course he would try to stop that by legitimizing Jon, but at that moment he thought that Arya was dead and knew Bran and Rickon were dead, so the only options left were Jon and Sansa. Am I supposed to believe that he would have preferred some random guy from a "related" family with no known loyalty or anything to rule Winterfell in case something happened to Jon, over his sister who was raised alongside him with the same values and beliefs? (Not counting the chaos on deciding who would be that random guy). I find that ridiculous. If he actually did that, then he was ridiculous.

Hi there!

I've talked about this a lot. Succession is not the same as inheritance. A lordship or kingdom is not like a house. You cannot make a claim go away. Just like Robert could not disinherit Joffrey although he knew he was a little shit. He tried to improve on things by making Ned the regent. Well that worked so well. 😂

Robb disinheriting Sansa would make his Lords panic in fear. You do not simply change the whole system of how a successor is chosen. In the North it's male primogeniture. If Robb would change that he would lose his own legitimacy. He is not that stupid.

Robb does the only thing he can do and still remain within the system. He pushes Jon up in the line of succession, declaring him a legitimate son that logically comes before Sansa.

You know, even if Robb hated Sansa like the antis claim, he could not Robb Sansa of her place in the succession. He just can't do it. Even if he tried - which he absolutely did not- there would be enough people ready to back Sansa's claim against the blatant injustice. Because their own succession is on the line if the king just arbitrarily changes the succession. Imagine a Lord with one daughter. What would he do? Back Sansa for the principle of it.

Legitimising bastards though is working with the system - a way out in case of lack of male heirs. This is what Robb does. Because he is not stupid!

Thanks for the ask!

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agentrouka-blog · 4 years ago

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There is something that both Ned and Jon share. The unworthiness of being the Lord of WF, have a wife and kids. In AGOT Ned thinks that WF, Cat... should have been Brandon's who was the firstborn and heir not him.

Yes, Ned had a big chip on his shoulder about that, enough for Cat to liken Brandon’s shadow to Jon’s mother’s, standing between them.

He is actually a big drama queen about it. (I am saying that with love.)

“Gods, Catelyn, Sansa is only eleven,” Ned said. “And Joffrey … Joffrey is …” She finished for him. “… crown prince, and heir to the Iron Throne. And I was only twelve when my father promised me to your brother Brandon.” That brought a bitter twist to Ned’s mouth. “Brandon. Yes. Brandon would know what to do. He always did. It was all meant for Brandon. You, Winterfell, everything. He was born to be a King’s Hand and a father to queens. I never asked for this cup to pass to me.” “Perhaps not,” Catelyn said, “but Brandon is dead, and the cup has passed, and you must drink from it, like it or not.” Ned turned away from her, back to the night. He stood staring out in the darkness, watching the moon and the stars perhaps, or perhaps the sentries on the wall. Catelyn softened then, to see his pain. Eddard Stark had married her in Brandon’s place, as custom decreed, but the shadow of his dead brother still lay between them, as did the other, the shadow of the woman he would not name, the woman who had borne him his bastard son. She was about to go to him when the knock came at the door, loud and unexpected.

(AGOT, Catelyn II)

I love this exchange. There’s Ned being about as Jon-level damatic as we have ever seen him, and Catelyn doesn’t necessarily rush to reassure him because this is a familiar tune and she just wants him to get a grip and focus. You know, like typical married couples.

But as he Stares Woefully(tm) she softens and the urge to comfort him rises up. Like typical married couples.

People focus a lot on Cat’s hurt feelings about Jon’s mom (and they are right to, Ned handled that entire business atrociously bad) but there is a well of insecurity in Ned about his not much older brother, even though he probably knew him about as well as he knew Lyanna, which is… they hadn’t seen each other in a while. Brandon was fostered in Barrowtown and Ned was fostered in the Vale. I imagine Robert actually reminded Ned of his wilder brother. They must have nevertheless been close, because Brandon understood his shy brother well enough to arrange a dance with Asharah at Harrenhal. (How close were Lyanna and Benjen, though? Very??)

Considering just how we, canonically, know Brandon is described (wolf’s blood, etc) and how he handled the situation with Lyanna (riding up the KL and essentially yelling at the monarch), Ned is so obviously irrational about this idea of Brandon being waaaay more suited for the Lordship or always knowing what to do. It’s likely rooted in survivor’s guilt, same as Jon displays.

When Jon had been very young, too young to understand what it meant to be a bastard, he used to dream that one day Winterfell might be his. Later, when he was older, he had been ashamed of those dreams. Winterfell would go to Robb and then his sons, or to Bran or Rickon should Robb die childless. And after them came Sansa and Arya. Even to dream otherwise seemed disloyal, as if he were betraying them in his heart, wishing for their deaths. I never wanted this, he thought as he stood before the blue-eyed king and the red woman. I loved Robb, loved all of them . . . I never wanted any harm to come to any of them, but it did. And now there's only me. (ASOS, Jon XI)

And Jon never had any of them literally die in his arms. (Though I think the Ygritte-Lyanna mirror is deliberate and foreshadows something, too.)

Hilariously, Ned almost forces himself to follow in Brandon’s footsteps. Brandon would have likely fathered bastards, Ned gives himself the appearance of having done so. Brandon got himself caught in a death trap on KL, Ned.. yeah.

But we know he did a very good job as Lord in the North. His bannerman (save the flaying enthusiasts) clearly adored him, his children universally admire him, his wife loved him in spite of a very rocky start to their marriage and he had some pretty visionary ideas for settling the Gift. (Which Jon took over.) But Ned cannot see it. Considering Cat is clearly familiar with this subject, I doubt he has been very responsive to genuine praise in the past. Though, I imagine, the inability to open up about Jon played a role in that. The secret was a millstone around his neck that trapped him with one foot in the past.

There is no doubt in my mind that Jon will struggle with the same issues if/when he comes into a position of political power in the North, constant guilt like above, constantly comparing himself to Robb, self-doubt. Here’s hoping he will be more receptive to Sansa’s efforts to both honestly criticize him (and Ned and Robb!) and praise him. But “Don’t... tell... Sansa!” and his not-so-communicative leadership style as Lord Commander hints at an unfortunate future decision to keep her out of important information loops (like Ned did with Cat and Sansa, too) to their mutual detriment.

Let’s hope Jon will get a chance to learn from his mistakes and do better in the very end, when it comes to moving forward from all this destruction and rebuilding, the way Ned never quite could. Sansa is Ned’s spiritual heir, but so is Jon.

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kittykatknits · 7 years ago

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Jumping off your amazing Sansa and Sandor meta, do you think Sansa and Tyrion have a possibility of becoming canon? Unlike S*nsan, GRRM seems to like the idea of these two (when Sophie said at Comic Con that they'd be a great power couple, he nodded and smiled) and he did marry them for a reason. If they won't be canon, do you think they'll meet again?

Nope. For starters, I’m about 99.44% certain Tyrion (like almost every POV character) isn’t going to survive, which pretty much negates them becoming canon or ending up together. I also would not read anything into GRRM’s facial gestures on this, he does variants of it all the time. Earlier, when the fandom was smaller, he was much more forthcoming with info but has become much less inclined to do so over the years, so he sure isn’t going to give it away at Comic Con for the tv show.

As for them meeting up again, yes, absolutely.

My current prediction for Tyrion in the books is that he attaches himself to Dany, is with her when she burns Volantis and Pentos, and sails with her to Dragonstone. In Westeros, he will claim CR, which is what Tyrion has wanted as his birthright since the very beginning of the series. However, it will be an empty victory, his niece and nephew will be dead, so will Lancel and Kevan, so will Genna and Devan (this will be after the Freymageddon), and probably Jaime and Cersei too. I hope I’m wrong about the Jaime part though, this is one of my hoped for reunions.

Now for Sansa, her story line has been leading her north and nothing in the gift chapter should make us doubt that is what will be happening. She’ll be outed, she’ll probably marry Harry, and she will go north. Sometime during all this, LF will go down, she’ll get to WF, and finally reunite with Jon Snow. The Harry the Heir marriage is one I’ve argued against for years but the gift chapter and World book pretty much removed my doubts, as much as I dislike it.

For your question, let’s suppose Tyrion lives through the war for the dawn while Harry dies (which he will in canon too), what purpose would it serve? What benefit would either characters gain from it?

I’m not going to spend much time on them falling in love because if this is their idea of an intimate evening meal among newlyweds, well….:

“The pease are overcooked,” his wife ventured once.“No matter,” he said. “So is the mutton.“It was a jest, but Sansa took it for criticism. “I am sorry, my lord.” "Why? Some cook should be sorry. Not you. The pease are not your province, Sansa.“"I … I am sorry that my lord husband is displeased.”“Any displeasure I’m feeling has naught to do with pease. I have Joffrey and my sister to displease me, and my lord father, and three hundred bloody Dornishmen.”

- Tyrion VI, SoS

So, let’s talk about their marriage as political reunion or a way to bring peace and stability to a war-torn Westeros. The question I would have is, how?

Tyrion is a Lannister, a known kinslayer and a (believed) kingslayer. His marriage to Sansa was meant to be another Rains of Castamere by Tywin on House Stark:

“Why, do you plan to mistreat her?” His father sounded more curious than concerned. “The girl’s happiness is not my purpose, nor should it be yours. Our alliances in the south may be as solid as Casterly Rock, but there remains the north to win, and the key to the north is Sansa Stark.”

“When you bring Eddard Stark’s grandson home to claim his birthright, lords and little folk alike will rise as one to place him on the high seat of his ancestors. You are capable of getting a woman with child, I hope?“

- Tyrion III, SoS

Let’s be clear, Sansa’s body is a tool, a means to an end. This is Tywin Lannister, the man who says there is a tool for every task and a task for every tool. After the Red Wedding, Sansa’s child would secure the north for the Lannisters. Notice that Tywin says nothing about her returning north, only Tyrion and the child. She’s a disposable object.

Robb knows it:

“For Winterfell,” Robb said at once. “With Bran and Rickon dead, Sansa is my heir. If anything should happen to me …”

-Catelyn IV, SoS

It’s the reason why Robb created his will, and if he knows the reason why it was done, be assured all his bannerman do as well. Even Stannis knows it, that’s the reason why he calls her Lady Lannister.

So, how is it beneficial to complete Tywin’s Rain of Castamere on the north and Starks? What good does that do? How does that placate a north that is in the process of tearing down the Boltons and Freys? It isn’t peace, it’s giving Tywin exactly what he wants, and if anyone thinks that is a direction Martin will be taking the story, I’d suggest they dig a bit deeper into the legacies of both Tywin and Ned.

Also, if we are talking about a political marriage, it’s important to note the differences between Tyrion and Sansa. First, we need to remember that Tyrion Lannister on the show is absolutely not the character that appears in the books. The guy in the books is not pushing for democracy and he’s pretty damn sexist.

When it comes to Tyrion Lannister, no matter the book or the situation or the characters on page, his moral compass always, always leads him to Casterly Rock. That moral compass of his is pointing the exact same way, from his first appearance all the way though his last chapter in Dance. It never sways. As for Sansa, her moral compass, how she approaches the world, well “I will make them love me.” It’s the exact opposite to Tyrion.

I’m not going to do a complete analysis of Tyrion’s POV, or his character in this, since it would never end. But, let’s look at a few quick examples.

First, Tyrion says this:

“So what will you do, m'lord, now that you’re the Hand of the King?” Shae asked him as he cupped that warm sweet flesh.“Something Cersei will never expect,” Tyrion murmured softly against her slender neck. “I’ll do … justice.”

- Tyrion I, aCoK

Tyrion says he is going to do justice, but remember, that moral compass is pointing to Casterly Rock.

“A daughter will suffice where there is no son. They shall be treated gently and given high places here at court, so long as their fathers commit no new treasons.”

Tyrion glanced toward Sansa, and felt a stab of pity as he said, “Until such time as he frees my brother Jaime, unharmed, they shall remain here as hostages. How well they are treated depends on him.” And if the gods are good, Bywater will find Arya alive, before Robb learns she’s gone missing.

-Tyrion XI, aCoK

Let’s be clear, Tyrion loves his brother dearly and there is absolutely nothing wrong with that. However, Jaime is a grown man and a soldier while Sansa is twelve and completely defenseless. At this stage in the story, she’s also been subjected to months of physical and emotional abuse via Joffrey and Cersei. Is the subtle threat to Robb on his sister’s treatment something Ned Stark would do or Tywin Lannister? Does this look like justice?

Now let’s look at a couple nuggets during their marriage. Tyrion goes from this:

What difference did it make? They were laughing at him all the same. The only person in the Red Keep who didn’t seem to find his marriage a source of amusement was his lady wife. Sansa’s misery was deepening every day. Tyrion would gladly have broken through her courtesy to give her what solace he might, but it was no good. No words would ever make him fair in her eyes. Or any less a Lannister. This was the wife they had given him, for all the rest of his life, and she hated him.

- Tyrion IV, SoS

to this:

He made certain not to look at Sansa, lest his bitterness show in his eyes. You might have knelt, damn you. Would it have been so bloody hard to bend those stiff Stark knees of yours and let me keep a little dignity?

- Tyrion VI, SoS

Sansa is miserable and deeply grieving. If you read her chapters during the PW, she is almost suicidal. She’s witnessed her father’s death, been threatened and assulted, beaten, forcibly married, molested by Tyrion, and been told her remaining family has been killed by Lannisters and Lannister allies. Yet, Tyrion is certain her feelings towards him are because of his looks, he never reflects on any of the above. He never makes the connection that Sansa’s feelings towards him are because she understands exactly where that moral compass points. He is a Lannister, he is her jailer. Let’s also never forget, that not once during their marriage, does Tyrion sway on where his loyalties lay. He may despise his sister and nephew, he may hate Tywin even more, but he’s still working to keep them in power. Sansa is very, very aware of this.

Sansa though, she comforts the women during the BBW, she helps Lollys, she offers help to Lancel, she tries to stop the bread riot, she saves Dontos, she prays for Sandor and so many others. I could go on here. But, she does all that, when she has no power and nothing to gain. Sansa acts to make people love her.

Either way, this is a thought exercise. He’s dying, going out in a blaze of glory fighting the others.

As to how they will reunite, I believe it will take place at some point during the battle against the others. It’s important to note, that as smart as Tyrion (and many readers) think he is, the man does not know Sansa at all. He constantly underestimates and dismisses her.

Let’s start with Clash. Here, Sansa gives the perfect lie so she can keep visiting the godswood when he’s on the verge of making her his prisoner in the hand’s tower:

“I would sooner return to my own bed.” A lie came to her suddenly, but it seemed so right that she blurted it out at once. “This tower was where my father’s men were slain. Their ghosts would give me terrible dreams, and I would see their blood wherever I looked."Tyrion Lannister studied her face. "I am no stranger to nightmares, Sansa. Perhaps you are wiser than I knew. Permit me at least to escort you safely back to your own chambers.”

- Sansa III, aCoK

She does it again here:

. “I confess, I know little of the old gods,” he said, trying to be pleasant. “Perhaps someday you might enlighten me. I could even accompany you.”“No,” Sansa said at once. “You … you are kind to offer, but … there are no devotions, my lord. No priests or songs or candles. Only trees, and silent prayer. You would be bored.”

- Tyrion XI, SoS

There is also this:

Either Sansa had been stupid enough to confide in one of her bedmaids, every one of whom was a spy for Cersei, or Varys and his little birds were to blame.

- Tyrion IV, SoS

Sansa had all this figured out in the last book but Tyrion is now coming to it? No way would Sansa talk to her maids, and the fact that Tyrion even considers it, shows us how little he knows her.

Again, Tyrion really does not know Sansa at all:

Does she wish it were her in Margaery’s place? Tyrion frowned. Even a child should have better sense.

-Tyrion VIII, SoS

Every reader knows that she has no wish to be in Margaery’s place. She was assaulted, beaten, and terrorized by Joffrey for months.

So, despite living together in court for quite some time, and being married for a short while, Tyrion really only knows the superficial self Sansa puts forth. She’s beautiful, grief stricken (duh!), courteous, and not all that smart. This is going to be very, very relevant at some point.

Hopefully I answered your question, anon!! Thank you for the ask!

#Sansa Stark #sansa stark meta #ASoIaF #asoiaf meta #asoif speculation #anon asks #feel free to ask #feel free to ignore #sansa lannister #isn't going to happen

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themisadventuresofcando · 7 years ago

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Life #2 (Game of Thrones)

Character Sheet

Face Claim:

Basic

Name: Carmencita D. Snow ( Insult my name or my husband and you will find yourself missing an eye)

Pronunciation: Car-men-SEE-tuh

Meaning: Little Snow Song

Nicknames: Carmen, Dee, Snowflake Name Origins

Carmen: Shortened from Carmencita

Dee: Used in tandem with Dum (Tweedles), Middle Initial

Snowflake: According to Jon I am unique like a snowflake and according to Dum I am cold as ice when I am angered (I will shoot you in the knee if you aren’t my Lord Husband and you call me this)

Titles: Lady of Winterfell, Queen in The North

Aliases: Carmen Greyjoy

Alias Origin: To protect me from a painful death at Ramsay Bolton’s hand Theon told him that I was a cousin thus preventing him from killing me (Though not mentally and physically torturing me).

Orientation: Heterosexual

Gender: Female

Age: 21

Birth: Summer, 182 AC

Species: Human

Affiliation: The North/Winterfell

Social Status: Lady/Queen

Dead?: Eventually

How?: In Battle Protecting Those I Care For (I Took a Hit for Dany’s Overgrown Lizard)

Last Words: “Tell them goodbye for me”

Appearance

Eye Color: Blue

Glasses/Contacts: N/A

Skin Tone: Pale with Freckles

Hair Color: Dark Brown

Hair Length: Just Past Shoulder

Hair Type: Wavy

Hair Style: Pretty Updo

Height: 5’1 (Yes, I’m short. Do you have a comment *Readies Bow*)

Body Build: Slender and Compact

Notable Features: Eyes

Piercings: N/A

Tattoos: N/A

Scars: Small Mark on Left Cheek, Longer Mark above Collar Bone, Various others

Birthmarks:

Wardrobe

Style: Easy to Fight in or Very Formal

Favorite Outfit: Long-Sleeved Metallic Grey-Blue Tunic, Brown Over Dress with gapped Puff Sleeves, Brown Pants, Long Brown Boots

Casual Outfit: Dark Blue Loose Tunic, Intricately Detailed Dark Brown Leather Vest/Dirk, Dark Brown Leather Gauntlets, Grey Cloak with The Stark Sigil Embroidered Repeatedly Across the Bottom, White and Tan Fur Pelt/Cloak, Brown Belt with Sword, Brown Pants, Brown Riding Boots

Winter Outfit: Grey Dress with White Detailing and Fur Lining, Trumpet Sleeves, and Hood

Formal Outfit: Velvet Blue Dress With Long Disconnected Trumpet Sleeves and Black Trim

Riding Outfit: Navy Blue Tunic with Gold and Red Detailing, Navy Blue Pants, Black Riding Boots, Brown Fur Vest

Battle Outfit: Battle Armor

Accessories: Direwolf Pendant

Scent: Vanilla, The Forest

Relationships

Mother/Mother Figure: N/A

Relationships: N/A

Father/Father Figure: Eddard Stark

Relationships:

Lord Eddard Stark found my sister and I freezing in the snow where our birth parents left us. He, with his big compassionate heart, took us to his home and got his jobs as servants when we were old enough (My sister started when she was but six as did I). Most of this was before my memory starts but I'm told this is what happened. Even though I would never be allowed to voice this I have always thought of Lord Stark as the father I had always wanted. He treated my sister and I much better than any servant deserved to be treated, he allowed us to sleep near his children, brought us gifts, gave us many chances when anyone else would have fired us, defended us, allowed us to train and allowed us to befriend his children. The devastation I felt when the false king had him executed is unexplainable. I will always be grateful to this man for what he has done for me.

Brothers/Brother Figures: Rickon Stark, Bran Stark, Robb Stark, Theon Greyjoy, Tyrion Lannister

Relationships:

Rickson was the youngest of the Starks and therefore the easiest to get along with. He held no Orion's of status and happily played with me or my sister when given the chance and I often took care of him when Catelyn could not do so herself. A fierce and cheerful from a young age I was always encouraging to any antics he would get up to. One of my favorite pastimes was to let the young boy use one of my quills to scribble on parchment as I drew. That poor boy did not deserve the fate that bastard Ramsay gave him.

Bran Stark was once an incredibly willful boy and is now much too wise for his age. I remember being there to cover for his absences when he disappeared to climb. I remember even joining him a few time to draw the views from his nests in the sky. When he had never he would sneak in to my chambers and I would usher him back with a story of one of my drawings to give him sweet dreams. I cried when he fell and cried when I knew he was awake. Now he may be wise and hard beyond his years but he'll always be that willful boy to me.

Robb Stark was someone I wish could have been my older brother. He seemed to always know what was right even if he didn't make the right decision and he was already to own up to his mistakes. I suppose in that way I aspired to be more like him. He was also a big teddy bear who would happily hug away your problems or fight them away for you. I wish I could say I hadn't sicked an angry Robb Stark on a boy or two who didn't understand the word no. He didn't care much for status, though, that might've just been my sister and I as he grew up with us as much as he did Jon Snow. He never treated me like a servant just a friend and I do greatly miss that friend. I will continue to defend The North in his memory.

Theon Greyjoy and I had a much more complicated relationship than any of the Starks. We constantly butted heads with our sarcastic comment and insults. He believed that I was nothing but a maidservant who needed to learn her place no matter what Robb or Lord Stark said. There a few times we got along like when we ganged up on Robb, Jon or my sister. To this day he must be shocked that I hugged when I said farewell to head to King’s Landing. The next time we saw each other was during that mess with Ramsay Bolton. That bastard knowing my lowborn position wanted to kill me but I must have left a better impression on Theon than I thought because he came to my rescue insisting I was a cousin from the Iron Islands. This did save me from a painful death but it did not save me from the mental and physical torture I had to endure while living in Winterfell under Ramsay's rule. Theon and I came up with ways to distract Ramsay from hurting the other, which, usually just ended in pain for the defender. By the end of this experience, I had grown close to Theon.

Tyrion Lannister is the man who married my sister and stole her heart. I do love this little man as I know him as kind, witty and gentle more than enough to put up with my sister. Outside of that it's is nice to sit down and have a nice talk about a book we've read or recommend one. I enjoy showing him a more abstract piece of art and see what he says about it as it always quite interesting. He gives great advice and acts as an amazing older brother.

Sisters/Sister Figures: Arya Stark, Sansa Stark, Olivia Lannister

Relationships:

Arya Stark and I got along quite well. Neither of us were ones for propriety and I could at times be just as rebellious as her. I was constantly covering up for her shenanigans and even sometimes joining in. I believe the first time we truly bonded was when I had sewn her some pants so I could sneak her out to ride with me. Arya liked to complain to me about her lady lessons and her sister while I would listen and laugh in turn. I think Arya was just happy to have someone support her unladylike ambitions. Reuniting later I could not have been more proud of the warrior that little girl grew up to be and I'd like to think she was proud to know a warrior queen.

Sansa Stark and I started off as nothing but a servant and her lady. It wasn't until she opened her eyes to the true Joffrey that she started to open herself to my sister and me as the only things she had left of her home. The day the False King died and she fled I ran after her and joined her in Winterfell with that monster that was Ramsay Bolton. Through his constant torture, we tried to be there to comfort one another and I did my best to avert his attention to harming me rather than her. I think when he beat bloody me in front her was the moment she truly opens her heart to me. After that, she was not afraid to cry on me and even tried to defend at times though it ended badly for both of us. When her escape came I sacrificed myself to the guards so that she and Theon could escape (even if he didn't make it). I was still surprised that she came to search for me after dealing with Ramsay and called me her friend and hugged me when I had awoken out of the cell. I've come to rely on her and entrust with my secrets as she does with me (screw you Littlefinger)

Olivia Lannister is my only blood relation. A much as I love her she is immature, childish and emotional. She is not all there mentally and certainly not as smart as she believes (which isn't much). She is reckless and gets by on pure dumb luck. Nonetheless, I love this idiot more than words can say.

Aunts/Aunt Figures: N/A

Relationships: N/A

Uncle/Uncle Figures: Jaime Lannister

Relationships:

This may come as a surprise to many as the family I married into despises all things Lannister (aside from Tyrion). For the most part, I agree I hate most thing Lannister as well but I can't bring myself to hate Jaime. When he isn't around Cersei he is actually a very good person. Even with his sister’s hatred of me he still took up the role as my second archery instructor and my swordplay instructor of his own accord. Almost everything I know to defend myself and those I love I learned from him. He was kind to me and listened to my whining and complaining with a chuckle. The bow I use was actually a gift from him.

Cousins/Cousin Figures: N/A

Relationships: N/A

Nieces/Niece Figures: N/A

Relationships: N/A

Nephews/Nephew Figures: N/A

Relationships: N/A

Sons/Son Figures: N/A

Relationships: N/A

Daughter/Daughter Figures: N/A

Relationships: N/A

Current Guardian: N/A

Relationship: N/A

Current Significant Other: Jon Snow

Relationship:

As a bastard, Jon Snow cared for little for my position as servant and I cared little for his title as a bastard. This foundation created an incredibly strong friendship that lasted for many years. Jon was the one who introduced me to archery (now I am deadly accurate with a bow and arrow in hand) as he was my first teacher. Jon was my closest friend and now he is my husband. It wasn't until after working for Joffrey and being away from Jon for so long that I realized my feelings for him and by then it was too late he was a brother of the Night's Watch, as they say, distance makes the heart grow fonder. I did not see him aging until years after that when I woke up in a bed having been saved from my cold cell by Jon. It wasn't too long after that Jon confessed to me and we started courting leading to the strong marriage we have now.

People

Mentors: Eddard Stark, Jaime Lannister, Jon Snow

Advisor: Tyrion Lannister

Confidant: Sansa Stark

Teammates: The North, House Stark

Friends: Daenerys Targaryen, Myrcella Baratheon, Tommen Baratheon

Best Friend: Olivia Lannister

Love Interest: Jon Snow

Rivals: Arya Stark, Olivia Lannister

Enemies: That bitch Cersei (Sorry, Jay), that bastard Ramsay, White Walkers, those who oppose Jon

Person Hated Most: Ramsay Bolton

Most Important Person: Jon Snow or Olivia Lannister

Awkward Around: Nowadays Jaime

Admires: Arya Stark, Jon Snow

Past

Hometown: Winterfell

Childhood: Spent in Winterfell with Starks and my sister raises as a maidservant but treated as a friend

Childhood Hero: Eddard Stark

Most Important Memory: The first time Bran walked into my room scared from a nightmare and I told him a story based off of what I drew that day OR the day Jon started to teach me how to do archery (he wrapped his arms around me to adjust my hold *squea*

Present

Current Location: Winterfell

Living With: Sansa Stark, Jon Snow, Arya Stark, Bran Stark, Olivia Lannister, Tyrion Lannister

Occupation: Queen in The North

Pets: Direwolf named Shadow

Health

General Health: Pretty Good

Reason: ???

Mental Health: Severe PTSD and Frequent Recurring Nightmares

Reason: Mental and Physical Torture by Ramsay Bolton

Sleep Habits: Frequent Nightmares (Not that anyone knows)

Diet: Eats Anything

Exercise: Most of The Day Spent Training

Allergies: Elderflower, Almonds

Injuries: I’m warrior queen… I get hurt a lot

Disorders: PTSD

Deformity: N/A

Disabilities: N/A

Mutations: N/A

Handicaps: N/A

Medication: N/A

Combat

Fighting Style: Long Distance, Planned Thoroughly, Quick and Accurate

Weapons: Bow and Arrow, Swords

Criminal Record

Wanted For: Treason

Wanted By: Cersei Lannister

Prize for Capture: 100,000 gold dragons

Prison Time: N/A

Personality

Good Traits: Tries to Be Optimistic, Mature, Realistic, Quick Learner, Kind, Loyal, Noble, Selfless

Bad Traits: Self-sacrificing, Stubborn, Tries to Hide Emotional Pain, Can Be Secretive, Sarcastic, Reckless

Likes: Animals, Fruit, Archery, Drawing, Family, Love, Reading, Smiling, Horseback Riding, Telling Stories

Dislikes: Writing, Crying, People Around Me Getting Hurt, People Arguing With Me

Turn Ons: Compliments, Cuddling, Tickling

Turn Offs: Playing Rough

Talents: Drawing, Archery

Sense of Humor: Tends to be serious but will laugh at silly things or things that make me happy

Darkest Secret: Nightmares

Does Anyone Know? Who?: No

Greatest Fear: Someone Finding Out

Why?: I hate other people worrying about me… I mean I’m fine

Other Fears: Ramsay Bolton, The Long Night, Losing The War, Losing Anyone

Why?: Um… who wouldn’t be

Most at Ease When: Drawing

Most Uncomfortable When: Being Worried Over

Enraged When?: Someone is Hurt and I Could Have Protected Them

Depressed When?: I Let My Thoughts Get To Me

Frightened When?: Right After Nightmares

If Granted One Wish What Would It Be?: That Winter Would Never Come

Habits

Hobbies: Drawing, Telling Stories, Archery, Horseback Riding

Instrument?: N/A

Sport?: N/A

Spending Habits: N/A

Drinks?: I'm Not a Drinker

Smokes?: N/A

Drugs?: N/A

Nervous Tics: Giggles When Trying to Hide Sobs, Smiles When Hurt

Favorites

Prized Possession: Direwolf Pendant

Color: Violet

Quote: ““When you can’t look on the brightside I will sit with you in the dark”

Food: Peach Cobbler

Season: Fall

Genre: Fantasy

Flower: Lily

Flavor: Sweet

Dessert: Strawberry Pie

Either/Or

Pessimist or Optimist: Optimist

Pacifist or Fighter: Fighter

Introvert or Extrovert: Forces Extrovert (Fuck You, Jon)

Proud or Humble: Proud

Messy or Tidy: Tidy

Risky or Safe: Risky

Strength or Wisdom: Wisdom

Flashy or Simple: Flashy

Long Range or Short Range: Long Range

Cats or Dog: Dog

Hot or Cold: Cold

Loud or Quiet: Quiet

Logic or Emotion: Logic

Work or Relax: Work

Confident or Shy: Ummm… complicated

Night or Day: Night

Out of 10

Knowledge: 6/10

Wisdom: 5/10

Motivation: 8/10

Agility: 6/10

Swordsmanship: 5/10

Hand to Hand: 4/10

Long Range Accuracy: 8/10

Offense:7/10

Defense: 4/10

Reflexes: 6/10

Speed: 6/10

Strength: 3/10

Sociability: 5/10

Bravery: 5/10

Confidence: 5/10

Generosity: 6/10

Endurance: 6/10

Evasion: 8/10

Kindness: 8/10

Creativity: 7/10

Charisma: 5/10

Memory: 5/10

Temper: 8/10

Patience: 7/10

#oc #got oc #game of thrones oc #rp #got rp #game of thrones rp

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trueloveforeverbeautyandthebeast · 7 years ago

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Live Blog For Game Of Thrones 7x05 "Eastwatch"

# Bronn, Jamie's white Knight # "You could have killed me" seriously Jamie, he just risked his own life to save yours # Bronn not here for fighting against dragons, he's out # Tyrion really not suited for war or the aftermath though I suppose the other two battles he was involved in he passes out so his never seen the aftermath # Just drogon doing some modeling # Dany doing another version of the break the wheel speech, glad she's staying true to her goals # Drogon roaring "bend the knee to my mama bitches" and them all dropping instantly # Tyrion arguing with Randyll about how Cersei murdered Margaery and killed their leige house # Dany and Tyrion contemplating sending Randyll to the wall but him refusing, does he want to die or something seriously # Dickon you idiot listen to Tyrion and your father # I'm thinking Dany is very against imprisoning people due to her name "breaker of chains" she would seem like a hypocrite to her unsullied if she puts chains on men # just change your bloody minds Tarly's seriously # she has the same resigned look on her face when she says Dracarys as when she was forced to behead the former slave :( # Jamie saying Dothraki will beat any mercenary army Cersei hires, damn right # "This isn't a war we can win" Jamie being smart # "If you were Olenna would you rather your granddaughter marry Joffrey or Tommen" damn good point Jamie, you really are smarter # Cersei calling Jamie "the soldier" damn that's cold # How long has Jon been waiting on that cliff for his future wife lol # Jon being dramatic AF wearing his cloak # Drogon going who is this yummy snack # Jon being conceal your fear don't show it # Dany hoping Drogon doesn't eat her new crush # Jon hoping Drogon doesn't bite him # omg I wanna pet a dragon # Jon being amazed at Drogon, thinks his pretty cool # Dany feeling so hot right now ;) # Dany being such a proud mama, gushing out her babies # Jon not agreeing causing Dany to give him a death stare causing Jon to backtrack and agree with her lol # "They're my children" aww Dany # "Fewer" Stannis would be proud Dany # "We both want to help people, we can only help people from a position of strength, sometimes strength is terrible" what a amazing speech Dany, making complete sense # Was Jon about to tell her the truth? # omg Jorah, Dany's brave bear has returned to her # The smile Dany has at seeing Jorah lights up her face in a way we haven't seen for seasons # Jorah and Jon eyeing each other off, get along guys I love you both # Dany so happy at saying "you look strong" # Jorah calling Dany "My Queen" aww my feelings # Jorah asking to be accepted back into Dany's service and Dany saying "It would be my honour" with the biggest smile # Dany slowly and tenderly wrapping her arms around Jorah in the sweetest most vulnerable hug I've ever seen, they're together again. All the feelings are killing me 😭😭 # I live for jealous Jon ;) his going what the hell, what about me! # Bran being amazing by controlling a flock of ravens to spy on the night king # The Archmaester the only Maester listening to Sam about Bran's raven, still not quite believing but wanting the truth # I am her hand not her head, good line Tyrion # Jesus, Varys telling Tyrion how he watched as the mad king tortured people for fun # "Daenerys is not her father" damn right Tyrion # "did you read it?" "It's a sealed scroll for the king of the north" "what's it say?" lol Varys and Tyrion cracking me up # Jon's blank expression saying Bran and Arya are alive, Jesus Jon you are allowed to think about something other than the White Walkers otherwise what's the point in living # "I'm happy for you....you don't look happy" Dany already reading Jon so well # Jon knowing shit's about to hit the fan # Jon wanting Dany to join him North but Dany not willing to leave Westeros to Cersei # Tyrion and another brilliant plan, Not! # "bring the dead to her" lol that doesn't sound so great Tyrion # Jon definitely considering it # Varys making a lot of sense, saying Cersei will try to murder them # Tyrion counting on Jamie's love for him to help them # lol When Dany asks how he would get in to Kings Landing both Jon and Tyrion stare at Davos, smuggling time # omg Jorah NO! You just got back, stop being so heroic and volunteering yourself # Dany not wanting Jorah to leave her and risk his life but knowing she can't convince him otherwise # Jon looking between Jorah and Dany, not being able to work them out and feeling jealous lol # Jon now volunteering himself as well, what is this a competition boys! # Jon and Dany only staring at each other # now Jorah looking between Jon and Dany # Dany trying to be queenly to protect both her northern boys from a suicide mission but failing # "I put my trust in you" "for all my people...our people" "I'm asking you to put your trust in a stranger because it's our best chance" wow Jon just wow # your an idiot lord Glover, how can you possibly win with fewer than 10,000 men and only two weapons Longclaw and Oathkeeper to kill the white walkers with. Bloody dumbass! # Arya all "hell no bitches, you don't ever go against my brother!" # Shut your trap Lord Royce, why are you even still here. Your not a northerner. # I swear these northerners need someone to babysit and hold their hands constantly # Sansa standing up for Jon like a good sister should # "you always liked nice things, made yiunfeel better than everyone" girls your sisters try to get along # Arya not happy about the lords insulting Jon, Sansa trying to keep the peace # Arya being the biggest Jon supporter and wanting to cut the heads off people who insult him # Okay Arya and Sansa need to sit down together and talk about everything they've been though to understand each other better because this is just ridiculous # "last time I was here I killed my father with a crossbow" "last time I was here you killed my son with wildfire" damn Tyrion you sure do like your Kings Landing Kills # Bronn leading Jamie down in the dungeons and Insulting him while he does it lol # Come one, I wanna actually see Tyrion and Bronn talk! # Jamie looking betrayed by Bronn # Tyrion trying to break the ice by complimenting Jamie and failing # "I told Bronn if I ever saw you again I'd cut you in half" "it'll take awhile with a sparring sword" omg Tyrion cracking a joke when your brother threatens to kill you # "he hated me because of what I am" omg Jamie on the verge of tears and so am I # Tyrion telling Jamie that Dany is not her father # omg Gendry, you finally stopped rowing. Where did all that beautiful hair go though? # "Thought you still might be rowing" omg the writers taking advantage of all the memes, bloody brilliant # Gendry instantly hoping on fighting what's coming train, without barely any explanations so eagerly lol # Gendry feeling like he has a higher purpose in life # Gendry and his hammer ;) # Davos being horrified prices have gone up since his last been to Kings Landing lol # "fermented crab..." Like Viagra apparently lol # lol Davos to tell them to hurry to a brothel otherwise they'll put a hole in their chainmail. Wow his hilarious this episode # The Gold Cloaks recognizing Tyrion with his scar, bloody hell after all of Davos hard work # Gendry eagerly smashing the gold cloaks faces in with his hammer, damn he really enjoyed that # Cersei's blank face and utter silence when Jamie tells her he met with Tyrion # Jamie not impressed when Cersei suggests punishing Bronn. Bronn is off limits Cersei! # Cersei being delusional in thinking she can manipulate Dany # Cersei sucking Jamie back in her web by announcing she's pregnant # Jamie being happy until Cersei threatens him "never betray me again" and his face drops # Davos telling Gendry to pretend his someone else, Gendry agrees then blurts out to Jon his Robert's bastard lol # "your a lot leaner" "your a lot shorter" lol Ned and Robert would be proud, Jon's face though when he gets called shirt lol # Gendry eagerly volunteering himself for the suicide mission, all these brave dumbnesses # "you may not believe it but I've missed you Mormont...nobody glowers quite like you" lol # "our queen needs you" aww love the Tyrion and Jorah friendship and how much Tyrion understands how much Jorah and Dany need each other # aww the way Dany and Jorah look at each other with such sad eyes :( # "we should be better at saying farewell by now" I don't want anymore farewell guys just stay together # Jorah not knowing what to say so Dany just holding his hands 😭😭 # Jorah looking at Jon approaching before kissing Dany's hands so sweetly # Dany watching Jorah leave once again :( # "At least you won't have to deal with the king in the north anymore" "I've gotten used to him" aww you two lovebirds # Their looks kill me # Dany watching her northern boys leave her 😭😭😭 # Gilly so excited about what she's reading # Gilly inadvertently saying Rhaegar married Lyanna lol # Poor Elia though, she deserved better. He could of at least let her return to Dorne before that so her family could of protected her and their children # Sam frustrated, him just wanting to help against the fight against the white walkers, so off he goes to steal books to help with the war and ditching the citadel, you go Sam! # Arya spying on Littlefinger but Littlefinger being on to her, she ain't fooling him # Littlefinger planting S1 Sansa's letter for Arya to find even though Catelyn, Robb and Luwin saw right through the letter and knew they were Cersei's words not Sansa's, Arya not seeing the same, bloody hell Arya your smarter than this don't let him fool you # lol Tormund cracks me up # Tormund wanting Brienne and Jon knowing what's up lol # oohh lot's of tensions, Jon recognizes The Hound, Gendry recognizes Beric and Thoros, Jorah recongnizes Thoros but in a good way, Tormund knowing Jorah is Jeor Mormont's son the former lord commander lol loving the tensions # "we're all on the same side...we're all breathing" damn Jon has had some good lines this episode # my adorable band of misfits going on a suicidal adventure together, I am living for this

#gots7 #game of thrones #Eastwatch #jonerys #got 7x05 #got #daenerys Targaryen #jon snow #game of thrones season 7 #snowstorm #jorah mormont #dany x jorah #jon x daenerys

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nineteensixtieschikadee · 7 years ago

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JON SNOW (KITN) // Season 7 Realizations

Season 6 episode 10, we experienced this glorious moment:

(PS. I STILL SHOOK.)

Anyway, now that Jon Snow is now confirmed (truthfully) half a Stark, and also declared the King in the North, I have come to an utter realization that we will most likely see in season 7 of GOT. Right now in the fandom, everyone in the North believes that Jon is still the bastard of Ned Stark. Yet to us, Jon may potentially be something more than just the KINT, but may also be the rightful heir to the Iron Throne, more so than Dany. Whether if this comes into play later, for now Jon is considered a Snow and a hot bastard baby. :D

When Lord Wyman Manderly proclaims Jon the KINT, he says these words: “Jon Snow avenged the Red Wedding! He is the White Wolf! The King... in the North!” Jon Snow is considered the White Wolf. Jon being a Snow labels him the famous bastard of Winterfell. Now that Jon is considered the King of the North, drastic measures are going to take place. Because I’m talking entirely of the North, I’m going into book territory. So just be wary of potential spoilers for season 7.

Whether Jon is going to do this or not is completely up to him; but usually when a Bastard wins a battle or claims as the heir of a house, the colors of the house sigil changes to be the opposite. House Stark’s sigil is currently a grey direwolf against a white background. Though now that Jon is the heir of Winterfell and the North, this means that the Sigil is custom to change. Meaning that the grey direwolf will turn into a White direwolf against a grey background.

WHICH MEANS WE WILL THE SEE SIGIL OF THE BASTARD HIMSELF IN SEASON 7!!! BITCH I’M SHOOOOOK!!!!

In the books, before Robb died, he actually named Jon his heir and not only that legitimized him so that Jon may be officially a Stark instead of a Snow. ( I cri.) This is witnessed by several people including Catelyn and a few of Robbs bannermen. Currently in the books, Jon is dead. And when he does come back, I believed he will become the KITN in a completely different way, under completely different circumstances. In the books, there is counter plot known as the “GRAND NORTHERN CONSPIRACY” in which all the houses in the North conspire to put back a Stark on the throne. Including Jon. So which houses are conspiring to put Jon on the Throne? House Mormont and House Glover. Notice in the the show how Lyanna Mormont and Lord Glover are the very two people to say “fuck Jon’s bastard title, he has Stark blood, and we’re standing right behind him until his last day.” In the books, it’s hinted that Maege Mormont (Lyanna’s mother) & Galbart Glover are headed to Howland Reed to help proclaim Jon KITN. (COINCIDENCE???)

Recently, when the season 7 episode titles and plot synopsis came out, we learn that Jon will face a revolt from some of the Northnerners. Probably due to Sansa being a dumbo and causing chaos with LF. House Manderly, Mormont (for sure) and Glover will definitely be the houses to back up with Jon. The show hasn’t really covered the Grand Northern Conspiracy, so when Jon handles the revolt, we as the audience will see which house TRULY REMEMBERS. Honestly, fucking Umbers man. Book Umbers are legit fiercely loyal to House Stark and even try to deceive and bring down House Bolton for betraying the Starks. But in the show we get the whole fucking BOTB moment where they kill Rickon Stark/Shaggydog and Smalljon Umber being a dick and yelling “WE OWN THE NORTH!” shit. Honestly, what the fuck... #Triggered

Anyway yeah, so I wouldn’t be surprised if the remaining members of house Umber are going to be a part of that revolt against Jon in season 7. I’m also going to count in the Karstarks as well, just cause based on the leaks, we’re getting that whole thing with Alys Karstark next season. It’s too long and complicated to explain what happened in the books just cause it pretty much revolves around the Arya Stark (Jeyne Poole) plotline that Sansa took over in the show and the storyline up at the Watch... Yeah and also the Karstaks haven’t exactly forgiven the Starks (specifically Robb) for beheading Lord Rickard for committing fucking treason. Also they sided with the Boltons... -.-

Other realizations for the KITN next season would be Gendry and the BWB to head over the wall to fight WW. Along side Davos, Tormund, (also I think Brienne) and maybe one person from the Northern houses. And the Hound too, ofc. I also believe that Bran is going to help Aid Jon beyond the wall.

Finally, Last but not least. The controversial Sansa and Jon rivalry next season. Tbh I’m still salty that Sansa took Arya’s line in the trailer for s7 so I will skim this one quickly. When the Starks do reunite next season there is no fucking doubt that ARYA WILL BACK JON AS THE KITN. Arya is loyal to Jon AF. And this is proven in the fact that both in AGOT and s1, when Ned asks Arya where she got Needle from, she bites her lip and stays silent about Jon. Claiming that she would never betray him. Out of all the Stark siblings, Jon and Arya are the two closest siblings and have a special bond that no other Stark sibling have with each other.. They constantly think about each other in the books and Jon even died at the end of ADWD for her. (Jeyne Poole) Arya even considered at the time to go to the wall to be with Jon. “Needle was Jon Snow’s smile.” No doubt Arya would rather have her “bastard brother” rule instead of Sansa. Which if Sansa does end up scheming against Jon, THERE WILL BE TENSION BETWEEN ARYA AND HER. This will probably ultimately provoke Arya to kill Littlefinger. Then there’s Bran. Bran is considered the rightful heir of Winterfell. However I believe that with the flashback from s6 and now that Bran is a tree boy, his priorities are much more important than running the North. Bran knows that Jon is a good soldier. And also a good leader. Bran knows that the North needs someone with good leadership/swordmanship qualities to lead the realm into battle against the White Walkers. (Something that Sansa lacks) No doubt too, Bran will back up Jon as the KITN and maybe even the throne (if there even will be one) And he will also be the one to help Jon when the long night comes. The moment Bran and Arya back up Jon as the KITN will be the moment Sansa will come to terms with Jon and realizes that truly the pack survives if they are together...

Anyway, s7 is going to be lit af and I honestly can’t fucking wait. Just 5 more days guys! Honestly, this post was originally me talking about Jon snow and sigils, buuut it turned out to be a whole prediction post soo... :D

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