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► A Song of Ice and Fire
► Game of Thrones
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xblair:

“I would expect no less of you. Jousting is in your blood. One day you shall rule the lists, as your father did.”
“No man will stand before him.” Margaery Tyrell gave the queen a coy smile. “But I never knew that King Robert was so accomplished at the joust. Pray tell us, Your Grace, what tourneys did he win? What great knights did he unseat? I know the king should like to hear about his father’s victories.”
A flush crept up Cersei’s neck. The girl had caught her out. … It had been Jaime she had been thinking of when she spoke. It is not like me to forget myself.

xblair:

“I would expect no less of you. Jousting is in your blood. One day you shall rule the lists, as your father did.”

No man will stand before him.” Margaery Tyrell gave the queen a coy smile. “But I never knew that King Robert was so accomplished at the joust. Pray tell us, Your Grace, what tourneys did he win? What great knights did he unseat? I know the king should like to hear about his father’s victories.”

A flush crept up Cersei’s neck. The girl had caught her out. … It had been Jaime she had been thinking of when she spoke. It is not like me to forget myself.

(via baelish)



I pray for Robb’s victory and for Joffrey’s death…and for home. For Winterfell.

I pray for Robb’s victory and for Joffrey’s death…and for home. For Winterfell.



Samwell Tarly on his career.

(Source: hulkbomb, via onionjulius)


danyerys:

Only the player with the initiative has the right to attack-Wilhelm Steinitz

Inspired by this amazing photoset.

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jonfuckingsnow:


“Help me.” She clutched at him. “Please.”

jonfuckingsnow:

“Help me.” She clutched at him. “Please.”

(Source: formerlymyladymother, via asoiafwomen)





The red leaves of the weirwood were a blaze of flame among the green. Ned Stark’s tree, he thought, and Stark’s wood, Stark’s castle, Stark’s sword, Stark’s gods. This is their place, not mine.

The red leaves of the weirwood were a blaze of flame among the green. Ned Stark’s tree, he thought, and Stark’s wood, Stark’s castle, Stark’s sword, Stark’s gods. This is their place, not mine.

(Source: stabmeintheneck, via jaimelannister)


This is what ruling is, lying on a bed of weeds ripping them out before they strangle you in your sleep.

(via baelish)