— Deathless, Catherynne M. Valente
— Deathless, Catherynne M. Valente
You’ll be queen someday. It’s only fitting you should look the part.
p o r c e l a i n
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s t e e l(requested by @elizabethccoper)
(insp.)
The northern girl. Winterfell’s daughter. We heard she killed the king with a spell, and afterward changed into a wolf with big leather wings like a bat, and flew out a tower window.
— A Storm Of Swords, Arya XIII
Though she had always heard that love was a surer route to the people’s loyalty than fear. If I am ever a queen, I’ll make them love me. (A Clash of Kings – Sansa VI)
“i could keep you safe,” he rasped. “they’re all afraid of me. no one would hurt you again, or i’d kill them.”
Petyr was not at the quintains, nor anywhere in the yard, but as she turned to go a woman’s voice called out. “Alayne!” cried Myranda Royce, from a carved stone bench beneath a beech tree, where she was seated between two men. She looked in need of rescue. Smiling, Alayne walked toward her friend.
— The Winds of Winter, Alayne I
Sansa and her mirror in King’s Landing