“Lady Ashara was my aunt. I never knew her, though. She threw herself into the sea from atop the Palestone Sword before I was born.”
“Why would she do that?” said Arya, startled.
Ned looked wary. Maybe he was afraid that she was going to throw something at him. “Your lord father never spoke of her?” he said. “The Lady Ashara Dayne, of Starfall?”
“No. Did he know her?”
“Before Robert was king. She met your father and his brothers at Harrenhal, during the year of the false spring.”
“Oh.” Arya did not know what else to say. “Why did she jump in the sea, though?”
“Her heart was broken.”
— A Storm of Swords, Arya VIII
moodboard: jon x ygritte
You’re mine. Mine, as I’m yours. And if we die, we die. All men must die, Jon Snow. But first, we’ll live.
“You are Arya of Winterfell, daughter of the North. You told me you could be strong. You have the wolf blood in you” (late birthday present for @sansarya )
When the sun has set, no candle can replace it.
character aesthetics - margaery tyrell
It wasn’t Harren, Arya wanted to say, it was me. She had killed Chiswyck with a whisper, and would kill two more before she was through. I’m the ghost in Harrenhal, she thought. And that night, there was one less name to hate.
ladies of ice & fire as greek goddesses → daenerys targaryen ♥ athena
If I had unhorsed Rhaegar and crowned Ashara queen of love and beauty, might she have looked to me instead of Stark?
Offend Tyrell and you offend Redwyne, Tarly, Rowan, and Hightower as well, and perhaps start them wondering whether Robb Stark might not be more accommodating of their desires.
She, who had been Arya of House Stark, Arya Underfoot, Arya Horseface. She had been Arry and Weasel too, and Squab and Salty, Nan the cupbearer, a grey mouse, a sheep, the ghost of Harrenhal… but not for true, not in her heart of hearts.
game of thrones moodboard // house martell
Unbowed, Unbent, Unbroken
