and now the story of a family whose future was abruptly cancelled and one son that had no choice but to keep himself together. it’s robb stark’s arrested development.
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And then there’s Sansa. Sansa Stark who named her deadly, killer direwolf Lady. And she trained her to be gentle, and quiet, and sweet and loving. And then what happens? The Baratheons have her killed. So now Sansa is so alone, having lost her family, her home and her Lady. But she is the exact opposite of what her father said would happen to wolves who end up alone. Ned Stark said that the only way they could survive was to stick together, and that was never an option. Robb had their mother. Rickon and Bran had Winterfell and then each other. Jon is on the wall, with his brothers, and then across it with Ygritte, then back to the wall. Arya had Gendry, and is still linked to Nymeria. But Sansa has absolutely no one who is her family. So she takes the strength and poise of a lady, and turns it into something as deadly and defensive as a direwolf’s fangs and claws. She knows that she is alone, and that no one is coming for her, so she adapts. She plays the game, she keeps her mouth shut, she stays alive.
Because the best way to hide a wolf, to keep people feeling safe, is to make them think it’s just a well trained dog.
" - echrai (via eeshtar)And there’s a moment in this scene where we look at each other … it’s Robb Stark essentially saying goodbye to his mother and giving up, and rather than it being something really bad, there’s a moment of tragedy and utter relief, actually, because these two characters have fought and fought and fought and fought, and it’s finally over.
got meme → four deaths [4/4]
↳ catelyn and robb stark (the red wedding)
“the tabletop that the smalljon had flung over robb shifted, and her son struggled to his knees. he had an arrow in his side, a second in his leg, a third through his chest. (…) “no.” robb’s voice was whisper faint. “mother, no…” “yes, robb. get up and walk out, please, please. save yourself… if not for me, for jeyne.” “jeyne?” robb grabbed the edge of the table and forced himself to stand. “mother,” he said, “grey wind…” (…) a man in dark armor and a pale pink cloak spotted with blood stepped up to robb. “jaime lannister sends his regards.” he thrust his longsword through her son’s heart, and twisted. robb had broken his word, but catelyn kept hers. she tugged hard on aegon’s hair and sawed at his neck until the blade grated on bone. (…) finally, someone took the knife away from her the tears burned like vinegar as they ran down her cheeks. ten fierce ravens were raking her face with sharp talons and tearing off strips of flesh, leaving deep furrows that ran red with blood. she could taste it on her lips. it hurts so much, she thought. our children, ned, all our sweet babes. rickon, bran, arya, sansa, robb… robb… please, ned, please, make it stop, make it stop hurting…(…) “make an end,” and a hand grabbed her scalp just as she’d done with jinglebell, and she thought, no, don’t, don’t cut my hair, ned loves my hair. then the steel was at her throat, and its bite was red and cold.”
