The Lady Sansa-Pure Beginnings? (P.O.V.)

July 29, 2012 in Game Of Thrones, House Stark, News by Sansa Stark

Sansa Stark, the eldest daughter of Eddard and Catelyn Stark, was truly a lady in every sense of the word. Her long auburn locks were always perfectly placed and her sapphire eyes always shone with dreams and love. Her mind was filled with pretty things and she often became lost in her own fantasies. She always saw the best in things and if she was convinced of something, she would not let it be put out of her mind. She could be headstrong and stubborn, but she was so involved in pleasing all. All she loved for was being a
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Brienne and Catelyn (POV)

May 18, 2012 in A Clash of Kings, Fan-Fic, Game Of Thrones, Threading by Brienne of Tarth

Brienne and Catelyn (from A Clash of Kings) Brienne: “There was always a singer at Evenfall Hall when I was a girl. “I learned all the songs by heart. I remember a woman…she came from some place across the narrow sea. I could not even say what language she sang in, but her voice was as lovely as she was. She had eyes the color of plums and her waist was so tiny my father could put his hands around it. His hands were almost as big as mine.” She hide my hands behind the table, ashamed of the size.
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Things our Children Teach Us: Robb

March 26, 2012 in Fan-Fic, Game Of Thrones by Lyanna Stark

The ladies thought she was crying because of the pain from her labor, but it wasn’t that case at all. She held the child, their child in her arms. He was healthy, the gods also saw that he was fit to have some hair. Lovely red hair, and he had beautiful blue eyes, just like she did. It wasn’t the heir she wanted to present him with. His heir needed to have dark hair, like his father and light eyes, like he had. The long face, the solemn look, yet here she held their son, and he smiled and laughed
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Changes (Fanfiction)

March 17, 2012 in Fan-Fic, Game Of Thrones, House Stark by Rickon Stark

Since Bran’s fall Rickon was having problems adjusting. He wanted his mother the most, but she continued to sit at Bran’s bedside. So he’d thrown a tantrum, or two, or three…but her attention never wavered. So, he was put in his room as punishment. In the short period of time he actually had stayed in his room he’d taken out all of his toys and clothes and spread them on the floor. “Bran better wake up soon.” He told Shaggydog his dire wolf pup who decided to lay on his bed. He yawned in response. “You tell your brother to
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