“Let the kings of winter have their cold crypt under the earth, Catelyn thought. The Tullys drew their strength from the river, and it was to the river they returned when their lives had run their course.”

(Source: solidsender)

..crowned at last

(Source: solidsender)

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frompillow:

“There sits the only king I mean to bend my knee to: the King in the North!”

Robb was changed. He was Robb the Lord now, or trying to be.

(Source: lorastyrelled)

“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.

(Source: stephwinchester)

Lord Tyrwin: What do they say of Robb Stark in the north?
Arya: They call him the young wolf. They say he rides into battle on the back of giant direwolf. They say he can turn into a wolf himself when he wants. The say he can’t be killed.