Gods be good, why would any man ever want to be king? When everyone was shouting King in the North, King in the North, I told myself, swore to myself, that I would be a good king, as honorable as Father, strong, just, loyal to my friends and brave when I faced my enemies… now I can’t even tell one from the other. How did it all get so confused?

I have won every battle, yet somehow I’m losing the war.

hel-hew:

fangirl challenge: male characters

3/10 Theon Greyjoy

frompillow:

‘Help me to carry the fire’

stonehearting:

There was no enemy there, no one to fight. Only her and him, amongst tall trees and fallen leaves. There are fights no sword can win, Catelyn wanted to tell him, but she feared the king was deaf to such words.

… but it would be best not to mention that.

War had made a man of him before his time.

“Lord Stark,” John said. It was strange to hear him call Father that, so formal. Bran looked at him with desperate hope. “…the direwolf is the sigil of your House. Your children were meant to have these pups, my lord.”

Bran saw his father’s face change, saw the other men exchange glances. He loved Jon with all his heart at that moment.