— Eddard Stark
All it would take was a shove, she told herself. He was standing right there, right there, smirking at her with those fat wormlips. You could do it, she told herself. You could. Do it right now. It wouldn’t even matter if she went over with him. It wouldn’t matter at all.
"Jon was not afraid of death, but he did not want to die like that, trussed and bound and beheaded like a common brigand. If he must perish, let it be with a sword in his hand, fighting his father’s killers. He was no true Stark, had never been one, but he could die like one. Let them say that Eddard Stark had fathered four sons, not three."
They took Needle. The shame of that hurt worse than the pain, and the pain hurt a lot.
“Do the dead frighten you?”
The dog days are over
The dog days are done
Can you hear the horses?
'Cause here they come
30 days of ASOIAF ♕ day twenty-six
lines you wish hadn’t been cut from the show (pt. VI)