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[astormofsilk]

“Bad news. He’s still alive.” (for auntie Barbrey Dustin)

"Unfortunately your father's bastard seems to have inherited the Bolton inability to die when it's proper." Barbery groused softly, wrinkling her nose at the news "No matter, there's always tomorrow"

[thedragoninthesnow]

"Jon!! If you're King and my sister is Queen, does that make me a prince??" Royce's eyes were full of wonder at the thought. What young child wouldn't find the idea of being able to call himself a prince the most amazing thing ever?

Jon could not help the smile that came to his face at Royce’s question. Surely there would be no harm in calling the sweet tempered young Lord Bolton a prince if that was what he desired. “In a sense, I would say, yes. You are at least a prince in the north if not the prince of the north.”

[hefzyisback]

@flayersdaughter

“Not that it matters, but your brother is most likely gonna try to kill me”

[mxnstersarereal]

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“We will build our own world, away from the norms of those who wish to see us fail. Our own 𝐸𝓂𝓅𝒾𝓇𝑒.”

Netflix idea for our characters pt1.

[bigdealeightseven-a]

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[agirlofwinterfell]

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what happened to the little girl who wanted to marry me in winterfell -male morgan

[voxcomentumultis]

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“Go get the kennel master, please! Tell him to make them shut up!” said the little lord, his hands clamped tight over his ears. He hated the sounds the dogs made, and they were making a lot right now. The incessant barking never failed to hurt his ears, and he could have sworn it made the scars their bastard half brother gave him burn and ache. He hated Ramsay more with every noise the dogs made.

[wolveshonor]

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“This meeting is over.” Robb pushed past Lord Bolton and stepped out into the dewy morning grass, nearly walking straight into the woman as he moved. He was tired of being locked away in fabric prisons with the man, always barking down his neck about how he needed to be harder on the prisoners, about how he needed to get his hands dirty, to stop “pretending to be a saint, and start acting like a king.” Growling still, hands balled into fists, his teeth barred, he had planned to walk out into the woods, get his frustrations out alone, but as he bumped into the woman, he reached out to grab her shoulder and steady the both of them. 

“Forgive me,” he said. Would Lord Bolton have been angered too by his manners? Insist every place he walked was a path of gold, and that he should act as such? “I--” He paused. He knew her face. Of course. Bolton’s daughter. That was his luck today. He inclined his head in forced politeness. “My lady.”