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A Knight of The Seven Kingdoms - “Ser Duncan the Tall and Lady Rohanne Webber” by Gary Gianni
"Ser Duncan," Lady Rohanne said, "I was ten years old when the black dragon rose. I begged my father not to put himself at risk, or at least to leave my husband. Who would protect me, if both my men were gone? So he took me up onto the ramparts, and pointed out Coldmoat's strong points. 'Keep them strong,' he said, 'and they will keep you safe. If you see to your defenses, no man may do you harm.' The first thing he pointed at was the moat." She stroked her cheek with the tail of her braid. "My first husband perished on the Redgrass Field. My father found me others, but the Stranger took them, too. I no longer trust in men, no matter how ample they may seem. I trust in stone and steel and water. I trust in moats, ser, and mine will not go dry."
Gotta love Rohanne Webber! She's the a proper queen.
the spider on her throne ..... posture.... that’s queen shit
jaime + brienne + in any life
Jaime IX, ASOS / The Sworn Sword / Hozier, Francesca / Willy Pogany, Parsifal / Jaime IX, ASOS / The Sworn Sword / Robert Creeley, The Language / Elizabeth Sonrel, The Maiden Bird Series / Jaime II, ASOS / Marie Howe, Walking Home / Florence Susan Harrison, The Kiss / Brienne I, AFFC / Brienne IV, AFFC / Molly Brodak, Other Peoples’ Lives / Helen Stratton, The Quest for the Holy Grail / Jaime III, ASOS / Tyrion IV, ASOS / N. C. Wyeth, Sir Nigel Sustains England’s Honour in the Lists
Jaime and Brienne in ASOS and AFFC
Jaime’s great-grandmother Rohanne and Brienne’s great-grandfather Dunk in “The Sworn Sword”
preasoiaf appreciation week ( @preasoiafsource): day 4 (couples) ➸ Rohanne Webber and Duncan the Tall
If Dunk was shy an inch of seven feet, the archer was shy an inch of five. He could have spanned her waist with his two hands. Her red hair was bound up in a braid so long it brushed past her thighs, and she had a dimpled chin, a snub nose, and a light spray of freckles across her cheeks. “You are the Red Widow?” he heard himself blurt out. “But you’re too — ” “Young?” The girl tossed her longbow to the lanky lad he’d seen her shooting with. “I am five-and-twenty, as it happens. Or was it small you meant to say?” “ — pretty. It was pretty.” I’ll bet she’s freckled all over.
WITCHES OF PRE-ASOIAF ERA
Happy Halloween! 🎃
A woman must needs piss twice as hard, if she hopes to rule. And if that woman should happen to be small…
Made using the ASOIAF Fancasting Resource. Sources: Alexander, Daniel Deronda, Golden Spider Silk, Reign, Tale of Tales, and Bethells Beach, New Zealand.
Happy birthday, @joannalannister! Here is the Rohanne Webber gifset I should have made a year ago.
And she was there as well, the Red Widow, Rohanne of the Coldmoat. He could see her freckled face, her slender arms, her long red braid. She is too small, too clever, and much too dangerous.
(for @joannalannister)
The light was so dim that Jaime could scarcely see her, though they stood a scant few feet apart. In this light she could almost be a beauty, he thought. In this light she could almost be a knight. Brienne’s sword took flame as well, burning silvery blue. The darkness retreated a little more. […]
Brienne moved her longsword back and forth, watching the silvery flames shift and shimmer. Beneath her feet, a reflection of the burning blade shone on the surface of the flat black water. She was as tall and strong as he remembered, yet it seemed to Jaime that she had more of a woman’s shape now.
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Drowsing at long last, Dunk dreamed. He was running through a glade in the heart of Wat’s Wood, running toward Rohanne, and she was shooting arrows at him. Each shaft she loosed flew true, and pierced him through the chest, yet the pain was strangely sweet. He should have turned and fled, but he ran toward her instead, as if the very air had turned to honey. Another arrow came, and yet another. Her quiver seemed to have no end of shafts. Her eyes were grey and green and full of mischief. Your gown brings out the color of your eyes, he meant to say to her, but she was not wearing any gown, or any clothes at all.
- a storm of swords // the sworn sword by grrm.