Let him grow taller. 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.

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.

..crowned at last


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

i’m the broken boy soldier and i’ll never get older

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