Margaery was different, though. Sweet and gentle, yet there was a little of her grandmother in her, too.
Each night before sleep, she murmured her prayer into her pillow. “Ser Gregor,” it went. “Dunsen, Raff the Sweetling, Ser Ilyn, Ser Meryn, Queen Cersei.” She would have whispered the names of the Freys of the Crossing too, if she had known them. One day I’ll know, she told herself, and then I’ll kill them all.
a song of ice and fire meme ♔ [¼] deaths
» Wun Weg Wun Dar Wun
Perhaps magic was once a mighty force in the world, but no longer. What little remains is no more than the wisp of smoke that lingers in the air after a great fire has burned out, and even that is fading. Valyria was the last ember, and Valyria is gone.
The dragons are no more, the giants are dead, the children of the forest forgotten with all their lore.
Parallels between Sansa and Petyr’s conversation in 5×03 and Sansa’s season 6 arc ♦ requested by zainabebrahim