Chapter 1: Prologue

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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Theon, you’re a good man. Thank you.

Sebastian Stan on which Game of Thrones character he can identify with [x]

Just because some of y’all did not see her becoming a villain and burning King’s Landing down coming from a mile away does not mean it was not foreshadowed and theorized about for years. Y’all just so blind to see her for what she was because the people she was against were not main characters so you didn’t care if she killed or burned them. She’s been talking about taking what’s hers by FIRE & BLOOD, by ripping people from their stone houses, by making people fear her, and if she chooses by turning cities to dirt. Stop blaming your blindness and ignorance on the writing. This has always been her character.

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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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We can’t save everyone in this war. This is not what we came here to do.  —  No. But it’s what I’m going to do. 

Wonder Woman (2017) dir. Patty Jenkins