Last time I saw him, he was in the courtyard at Winterfell. He said, ‘Next time I see you, you’ll be all in black.’ I was jealous of Robb my whole life. The way my father looked at him - I wanted that. He was better than me at everything: fighting and hunting and riding and girls. I wanted to hate him, but I never could.
make me choose: robb/jon or
She was no one’s daughter now. She was no one. Not Arya, not Weasel, not Nan nor Arry nor Squab, not even Lumpyhead. She was only some girl who ran with a dog by day, and dreamed of wolves by night.
Favourite NR photoshoots