one of the most annoying things about me is that i constantly need to be reassured that you haven’t started hating me for some reason
“Visenya Targaryen was a great warrior. She had a Valyrian steel sword she called ‘Dark Sister’.”
Needle was Robb and Bran and Rickon, her mother and her father, even Sansa. Needle was Winterfell’s grey walls, and the laughter of its people. Needle was the summer snows, Old Nan’s stories, the heart tree with its red leaves and scary face, the warm earthy smell of the glass gardens, the sound of the north wind rattling the shutters of her room. Needle was Jon Snow’s smile. He used to mess my hair and call me “little sister,” she remembered, and suddenly there were tears in her eyes.
In a world of locked rooms, the man with the key is king. And honey, you should see me in a crown. - requested by Polly
