Grey was the color of the silent sisters, the handmaidens of the Stranger. Brienne felt a shiver climb her spine. Stoneheart.
" — Men would say she had my look, but she will grow into a woman far more beautiful than I ever was, you can see that. I often sent away her maid so I could brush her hair myself. She had auburn hair, lighter than mine, and so thick and soft… the red in it would catch the light of the torches and shine like copper."
it doesn’t affect me
hbo’s sansa styling character development team is always so on point
She had lived too long, and Ned was waiting.
got meme: [3/3] houses — house stark.
much like their sigil, the grey direwolf, house stark is the stuff of legend in the north and throughout the seven kingdoms. and their family words, “winter is coming”, serve as a reminder of their beginnings in the wake of the long night and a grim portent of things to come.
She wants her son alive, or the men who killed him dead. She wants to feed the crows, like they did at the Red Wedding. Freys and Boltons, aye. We’ll give her those, as many as she likes.
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.