SANSA STARK APPRECIATION MONTH 2022 → day 25: siblings
Sansa Stark + her siblings
When the snows fall and the white winds blow, the lone wolf dies, but the pack survives.

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SANSA STARK APPRECIATION MONTH 2022 → day 25: siblings
Sansa Stark + her siblings
When the snows fall and the white winds blow, the lone wolf dies, but the pack survives.
He was no true Stark, had never been one … but he could die like one. Let them say that Eddard Stark had fathered four sons, not three.
( @themockingpoint )
Endless Sansa 1/?
— How can I promise to keep a secret if I don’t even know what it is? — Because we’re family. — I swear it.
Jon Snow Appreciation Month 2022 || Day 9: Ghost ↳ “And then I find myself in front of the door to the crypts. It’s black inside, and I can see the steps spiraling down. Somehow I know I have to go down there, but I don’t want to. I’m afraid of what might be waiting for me. The old Kings of Winter are down there, sitting on their thrones with stone wolves at their feet and iron swords across their laps, but it’s not them I’m afraid of. I scream that I’m not a Stark, that this isn’t my place, but it’s no good, I have to go anyway, so I start down, feeling the walls as I descend, with no torch to light the way. It gets darker and darker, until I want to scream.” He stopped, frowning, embarrassed. “That’s when I always wake.” His skin cold and clammy, shivering in the darkness of his cell. Ghost would leap up beside him, his warmth as comforting as daybreak. He would go back to sleep with his face pressed into the direwolf’s shaggy white fur.
Bran looked at the crow on his shoulder, and the crow looked back. It had three eyes, and the third eye was full of a terrible knowledge. Bran looked down. There was nothing below him now but snow and cold and death, a frozen wasteland where jagged blue-white spires of ice waited to embrace him. They flew up at him like spears. He saw the bones of a thousand other dreamers impaled upon their points. He was desperately afraid.
“Can a man still be brave if he’s afraid?” he heard his own voice saying, small and far away.
And his father’s voice replied to him. “That is the only time a man can be brave.”
Now, Bran, the crow urged. Choose. Fly or die.
Death reached for him, screaming.
Bran spread his arms and flew.
Wings unseen drank the wind and filled and pulled him upward. The terrible needles of ice receded below him. The sky opened up above. Bran soared. It was better than climbing. It was better than anything. The world grew small beneath him. – Bran III, A Game of Thrones
Bran Stark, A Song of Ice and Fire 2019 Calendar by John Jude Palencar
Ned. Ten is too young to see such things.
That morning he called it first. “I’m Lord of Winterfell!” he cried, as he had a hundred times before. Only this time, this time, Robb had answered, “You can’t be Lord of Winterfell, you’re bastard-born. My lady mother says you can’t ever be the Lord of Winterfell.”
— Jon XII, A Storm of Swords
once a king or queen of narnia, always a king or queen. may your wisdom grace us until the stars rain down from the heavens. long live king bran, long live king jon, long live queen sansa, long live queen arya the remaining starks as the kings and queens of narnia
bby trying to encourage her father
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“For a moment Eddard Stark was filled with a terrible sense of foreboding. This was his place, here in the north. He looked at the stone figures all around them, breathed deep in the chill silence of the crypt. He could feel the eyes of the dead. They were all listening, he knew. And winter was coming. ” (Eddard I, A Game of Thrones)
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