The Walders Being Wary Of Shaggydog

the walders being wary of shaggydog

"Gilly, he called me. For the gillyflower."

"That's pretty." He remembered Sansa telling him once that he should say that whenever a lady told him her name. He could not help the girl, but perhaps the courtesy would please her. "Is it Craster who frightens you, Gilly?"

"For the baby, not for me. If it's a girl, that's not so bad, she'll grow a few years and he'll marry her. But Nella says it's to be a boy, and she's had six and knows these things. He gives the boys to the gods. Come the white cold, he does, and of late it comes more often. That's why he started giving them sheep, even though he has a taste for mutton. Only now the sheep's gone too. Next it will be dogs, till . . ." She lowered her eyes and stroked her belly.

ACOK, Jon III

"He's come for the babe," Gilly wept. "He smells him. A babe fresh-born stinks o' life. He's come for the life."

[…] Sam made a whimpery sound. "It's not fair . . ."

"Fair." The raven landed on his shoulder. "Fair, far, fear." It flapped its wings, and screamed along with Gilly. The wights were almost on her. He heard the dark red leaves of the weirwood rustling, whispering to one another in a tongue he did not know. The starlight itself seemed to stir, and all around them the trees groaned and creaked. [...]

"Go," said the bird on his shoulder. "Go, go, go."

ASOS, Sam III

{ ♔ petyr baelish } → sometimes called Littlefinger, was master of coin on King Robert Baratheon’s small council. After the War of the Five Kings, he became Lord Paramount of the Trident, and after his marriage to Lysa Arryn, he became Lord Protector of the Vale. Petyr wears a mockingbird as his personal crest instead of House Baelish’s sigil.

ELIA MARTELL WEEK 2021 → day 4: relationships

“I was the oldest,” the prince said, “and yet I am the last. After Mors and Olyvar died in their cradles, I gave up hope of brothers. I was nine when Elia came, a squire in service at Salt Shore. When the raven arrived with word that my mother had been brought to bed a month too soon, I was old enough to understand that meant the child would not live. Even when Lord Gargalen told me that I had a sister, I assured him that she must shortly die. Yet she lived, by the Mother’s mercy. And a year later Oberyn arrived, squalling and kicking. I was a man grown when they were playing in these pools. Yet here I sit, and they are gone.” *** Prince Oberyn rolled, rose, and dusted himself off. He tossed aside the splintered spear and claimed his foe’s greatsword. “If you die before you say her name, ser, I will hunt you through all seven hells,” he promised.

He found himself remembering tales he had first heard as a child at Casterly Rock, of mad Lady Lothston who bathed in tubs of blood and presided over feasts of human flesh within these very walls.

LORDS OF WINTERFELL + THEIR BASTARD SIBING - Rodwell Stark & Lonnel Snow

When the young Brandon Stark was caught abed with a woman named Wylla Fenn, a noblewoman of the Neck, this affair was quickly put down by his eldest brother, Lord Jonnel, and Brandon was quickly married to Alys Karstark. However, the first affair resulted in a bastard boy named Lonnel. But the months after his birth arrived his trueborn son, Rodwell.

Throughout the years, Rodwell and Lonnel (called Lonny), were as close as twins. They say that Rodwell was as wild as winter, but Lonny was as sweet as summer. In those days, Winterfell was full to the brim with Starks and no one paid attention to the pair of wild boys who made home in the Wolfswood as well as the castle. But one by one, the sons of Cregan Stark who ascended one after the other as Lord of Winterfell until finally Brandon Stark took the mantle and Rodwell became heir.

As the boys grew into men, the days of living in the bush were exchanged for lessons in leadership and Rodwell’s marriage to a Manderly girl named Myriame. When their father died, Rodwell became Lord of Winterfell. This tenure was cut short, however, when within just a year of being Lord, Rodwell was set upon by a blackbear during a hunt and died of his injuries. With no children to succeed him, Winterfell passed to their younger brother Beron. Lonny was lost without his twin flame and felt no home in Winterfell without him. He left, either to live in the wild or to his mother’s home in the Neck. Either way, no one heard from him again. They were only nineteen. As young as spring.