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they made robb king because he had the biggest bluest eyes in the north
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Oh, have you seen my boy, good ser? His hair is chestnut brown. He’d promised he’d come back to me. Our home’s in Wendish Town.
Source: martellarianne
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Am I your brother, now and always?
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Let him grow taller, she asked the gods. Let him know sixteen, and twenty, and fifty. Let him grow as tall as his father, and hold his own son in his arms. Please, please, please. As she watched him, this tall young man with the new beard and the direwolf prowling at his heels, all she could see was the babe they had laid at her breast at Riverrun, so long ago.
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Title: Karakiz
Author: Skinjbir
Ship: Cat x Ned
After five unsatisfying drawings and a loooooooooooooooot of unsuccessive tries, here is Cat with baby Robb, when both were at Riverrun waiting for the end of Robert’s rebellion and the return of daddy Ned! She missed him so much that she crafted a kind of plushie-muppet Ned, which Robb seems to like.
I like filling draws with forms instead of colors (especially in a very boring class).
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Anonymous asked:
explain robb stark in 3 words or less GO
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I can’t help that I need it all The primadonna life, the rise and fall
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What kind of king do you want to be..?
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..and these days kings are dropping like flies.
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Let him grow taller, she asked the gods. Let him know sixteen, and twenty, and fifty. Let him grow as tall as his father, and hold his own son in his arms.
Please, please, please.
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last time I saw him, he was on the courtyard of Winterfell…
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Outstandingly accurate.
it’s funny because it’s true
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Excerpt: That night, after the plates had been cleared, Robb carried Bran up to bed himself. Grey Wind led the way, and Summer came close behind. His brother was strong for his age, and Bran was as light as a bundle of rags, but the stairs were steep and dark, and Robb was breathing hard by the time they reached the top.
He put Bran into bed, covered him with blankets, and blew out the candle. For a time Robb sat beside him in the dark. Bran wanted to talk to him, but he did not know what to say. “We’ll find a horse for you, I promise,” Robb whispered at last.
“Are they ever coming back?” Bran asked him.
“Yes,” Robb said with such hope in his voice that Bran knew he was hearing his brother and not just Robb the Lord. “Mother will be home soon. Maybe we can ride out to meet her when she comes. Wouldn’t that surprise her, to see you ahorse?”
Even in the dark room, Bran could feel his brother’s smile. “And afterward, we’ll ride north to see the Wall. We won’t even tell Jon we’re coming, we’ll just be there one day, you and me. It will be an adventure.”
“An adventure,” Bran repeated wistfully. He heard his brother sob. The room was so dark he could not see the tears on Robb’s face, so he reached out and found his hand. Their fingers twined together. -
One of my favorite Stark!family scenes :’( (actually I just love all of the Starks okay)
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Game of Thrones S3 Deleted Scenes:
Edmure Tully: He crossed the river to give battle, and we routed him. Nearly 400 Lannisters killed, another 100 taken prisoner and the Mountain was lucky to escape with his life. He will think twice before picking another fight with the Tullys. Robb Stark: Your victory at the Stone Mill is already the subject of songs across the Riverlands, uncle. These songs will spread throughout the Seven Kingdoms and hope will spread with them. Richard Karstark: Thousands of Northmen have already died fighting this war. They have no more use for hope. All that remains for them is justice. Robb Stark: This is why we are all here, Lord Karstark. For your sons. For my father. For all those that have died at Lannister hands, and for those who still live under their yoke. I will not stop until they have their justice. This I swear to you.
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