Help me.” She clutched at him. “Please. I used to watch you in the yard, playing with your swords. You were so handsome.” She squeezed his arm. “If we ran away, I could be your wife, or your … your whore … whatever you wanted. You could be my man.
“Stay close to me,” Jeyne said, “Don’t leave me.”
“I will be right beside you.” Theon promised
I don’t usually do this, but my FEELINGS need to be expressed, and this can only be done by stealing other’s people tags!
#mycreys #OTfuckingP #SanSan—who?
I am intrigued and a little in love with GRRM’s use of nicknames and identity in this series. I find it fascinating. /nerd
So I pretty much just reblog everything this person posts, but it’s just so good! :D (I hope you don’t mind lol.)
Also, that line in the graphic was one of the best lines in the book. <3 Theon and Jeyne
I have no way to save her, he thought, but I could kill her easy enough. No one would expect it. I could beg her for the honor of a dance and cut her throat. That would be a kindness, wouldn’t it? And if the old gods hear my prayer, Ramsay in his wroth might strike me dead as well. Theon was not afraid to die. Underneath the Dreadfort, he had learned there were far worse things than death. Ramsay had taught him that lesson, finger by finger and toe by toe, and it was not one that he was ever like to forget.
According to Westeros.org, the Poole family crest is a “blue plate on white, with a grey tressure.”
Sources:
A groom led a fine gray mare out a stable door. On her back was mounted a skinny hollow-eyed girl wrapped in a heavy cloak…The girl’s long brown hair blew wild in the wind. She had a pretty face, he thought, but her eyes were sad and wary.
When she saw him, she inclined her head. “Ser Jaime,” she said in a thin, anxious voice. “You are kind to see me off.”Jaime studied her closely. “You know me, then?”
She bit her lip. “You may not recall, as I was littler then…but I had the honor to meet you at Winterfell when King Robert came to visist my father Lord Eddard.” She lowered her big brown eyes and mumbled, “I’m Arya Stark.”
Jaime had never paid much attention to Arya Stark, but it seemed to him that this girl was older…
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