“No more should you doubt this, my prince - my sisters and I shall not wait ten-and-seven years for our vengeance.”
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“If you think this has a happy ending, you haven’t been paying attention.”
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How can you still call yourself a knight, when you have forsaken every vow you ever swore?
So many vows…they make you swear and swear. Defend the king. Obey the king. Keep his secrets. Do his bidding. Your life for his. But obey your father. Love your sister. Protect the innocent. Defend the weak. Respect the gods. Obey the laws. It’s too much. No matter what you do, you’re forsaking one vow or the other.
Lord Mace’s youngest child appears to be the culmination of her siblings’ best traits: she has the intelligence of her brother Willas, the observance of courtesies from Garlan, and the good looks of Loras. She has also inherited her father’s desire for advancement and the Queen of Thorn’s cunning - yet her ability to keep her true intentions hidden is completely her own.
She pushed two of her snowballs together, added a third, packed more snow in around them, and patted the whole thing into the shape of a cylinder. When it was done, she stood it on end and used the tip of her little finger to poke holes in it for windows. The crenellations around the top took a little more care, but when they were done she had a tower. I need some walls now, Sansa thought, and then a keep. She set to work.
The snow fell and the castle rose. Two walls ankle-high, the inner taller than the outer. Towers and turrets, keeps and stairs, a round kitchen, a square armory, the stables along the inside of the west wall. It was only a castle when she began, but before very long Sansa knew it was Winterfell.