hsm7:
Watching 4x02 and just saw the flashback of SA dying and am just struck with the hollowness and grandiosity of his “I have nothing left to lose” statement when SA said “you dare challenge me…I’m over twice your age” considering he…
“I haven’t played with dolls since I was eight.”
[THE RISE OF STARK]
They came from the far reaches of what seemed like the world. Arya had risen a great force of Bravvosi warriors who called themselves the Faceless men. They ranged from big hulking brutes with heavy hands and thick spears, to thin, gaunt men with harsh noses and cold eyes; each was as capable as the last in a surprising range of skills. They were terrifying to behold, and even more so with Arya at the helm. She did not ride on a horse or in a carriage - she walked on her own two feet, the same as her men, with a crown of teeth and bones melded together in gold. She had no mercy in battle, save for the few moments after the fighting had finished and she whispered a prayer to the Old Gods.Bran had, as the Lord and Master of Wintefell, redeemed the Old Oaths and conjured an army of a hundred thousand strong. While they were nearly ten times the size of Arya’s entourage, they were half as lethal. Farmers, ferriers, stableboys: All had answered the call of Winterfell. Every stronghold in the North of Westeros, right up to the Wall, had answered Bran and given as many as they could.
Rickon helmed the smallest host, but they were rough and raw and ready. A thousand wildlings, each as smart and craven as the last. They held no allegiance to the fleet, and Rickon, wise as he was, never let anyone - especially Bran, who was a strong tactician in the art of war but comfortable in his position of Lord of Winterfell - believe otherwise. Rickon had asked them to join him of their own free will and never treated them as a commander or as a leader. They were his friends and allies, not his soldiers.
Sansa rallied the riverlands in the name of Tully. And they answered. It was that simple. They revered her, loved her dearly and bowed and kissed when she came through the camps. They adored her, called her Your Grace as if the throne had already been won. - potterology-
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