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A slender young man steps to the forefront, a great white wolf at his side. The others tremble, but he just stares, still and contemplative. Her breath hitches in her throat when she meets his grey eyes- he has a peculiar look about him, as though he’s seen beyond the sphere of this world into the mysteries beyond. It’s a chilling sort of knowledge, but she finds herself unable to look away. "Who are you?" he asks.

And it is a worthy question- who is she anymore? The last Targaryen, the Khaleesi, the Queen of Meereen, the savior of the weak, the burner of cities… "Daenerys Stormborn."

When he stands a hand-span away from her, he leans forward, a lock of inky hair falling into his impossibly-full eyes. She feels a chill creep up her back; there’s something strange about him, to be sure, something otherworldly that she likely should not trust. And yet… Do you believe in prophecies, Daenerys Stormborn?" [x]

5 months ago on November 12th | J | 4,896 notes

mbthecool:

"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."

5 months ago on November 3rd | J | 6,576 notes

30 DAYS OF GAME OF THRONES
Day 15: OTP
Jon/Sansa

9 months ago on July 8th | J | 347 notes

Go and save your sister, Jon Snow. And never look back.

Go and save your sister, Jon Snow. And never look back.

9 months ago on July 7th | J | 1,036 notes
If I give him sons, he may come to love me. She would name them Eddard and Brandon and Rickon, and raise them all to be as valiant as Ser Loras. And to hate Lannisters, too. In Sansa’s dreams, her children looked just like the brothers she had lost. Sometimes there was even a girl who looked like Arya.

“My mother says the same. She makes a posset for me, herbs and milk and ale, to help make me fertile. I drink it every morning. I told Robb I’m sure to give him twins. An Eddard and a Brandon. He liked that, I think. We … we try most every day, my lady. Sometimes twice or more.”

I would need to steal her if I wanted her love, but she might give me children. I might someday hold a son of my own blood in my arms. A son was something Jon Snow had never dared dream of, since he decided to live his life on the Wall. I could name him Robb.
Sansa, Jeyne, and Jon wishing to name children after Starks. (via jeynewaters)
10 months ago on June 12th | J | 1,598 notes

jon/ygritte uni au because i can’t draw anything but aus

jon/ygritte uni au because i can’t draw anything but aus

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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.

11 months ago on May 7th | J | 5,030 notes