Castle-in-the-air0 - Queen Of The Seven Kingdoms

seasons 1-8: heavy foreshadowing that dany will go mad

dany: goes mad

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Love’s Not Always Wise Ch 49

Sansa I

Sansa covered her mouth with her hand and gasped as an arrow pierced Harry Hardyng’s chest and he stumbled from his horse with a cry, a boyish scream and Sansa was struck by how young he was. Littlefinger stood and began shouting orders as men dressed in rough clothes began to descend upon the tourney.

Sansa drew Robin close to her as he began to tremble.

She picked her young cousin into her arms and rushed away from the fighting and found Mya rushing towards her. She grabbed Sansa’s elbow as they began to run away from the chaos.

“Come on!” Mya shouted.

“Where are we going?”

“There’s a place the Vale Lords use in order to get away quickly if they need to hide.”

Sansa, in truth, didn’t care where she went as long as it was far away and as long as she could protect Robin. He was her responsibility.

There might not be many Starks left in the world, but she could protect a Tully.

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Euron Greyjoy ambushed Queen Daenerys and her fleet. 

Game of Thrones (2011-2019) “The Last of the Starks”

“And the black beast?”

                “The black,” she said, “is Drogon.”

Chapter 1: Prologue

As long as Jaime could remember, it had always been Cersei. When he thought of his future, it was Cersei he pictured. Cersei by his side, Cersei chasing their little golden children around Casterly Rock, Cersei and him running free. A foolish thought perhaps. Especially foolish, for as he mooned after his sister, she was in turn mooning after Rhaegar Targaryen and picturing little golden princes and princesses with purple eyes.

Cersei as queen, a goal of his mother’s that his father couldn’t quite let go, a promise whispered to Joanna Lannister on her deathbed. Their golden lioness a queen, and a Lannister grandchild on the throne. A pretty picture to be sure. A picture that should have been easy to paint for all that his father had done for the king.

Aerys Targaryen had been nothing without Tywin Lannister, and the realm knew it. The backbone of his reign, the steel fist behind the King’s word. None would dare betray Aerys Targaryen with Tywin Lannister’s backing, except perhaps Tywin Lannister himself. Good enough reason for any sane king to reward such a staunch ally. Ensure his continued loyalty and military support by making his daughter a queen. Any sane king would have thought the same.

Aerys Targaryen, the second of his name, was many things, sane not among them.

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