courtesy and grace.

(◕‿◕✿) that fall in love with itty bitty women that can bring them to their knees

Sansa & Catelyn parallels (requested by anonymous.)

          “ You must be joking. ”

     ”Surely a little rain would not keep you from enjoying the gardens?” 

               “ No, certainly not, Your Grace. I would                   love to accompany you, if it would                   please you. ”  

↳ They are the daughters of winter; the children of the North. Two sides of the same coin, going through one journey, taking two different roads.

Sansa appreciation week » Day 3: favourite season/book →  A Storm of Swords

You need her, as she needs you.

          Worry was scrawled on her forehead in lines of knotted auburn,           though her lips remained pressed thin, any protest swallowed           before it came. Her time in the Capitol had taught her that much:           when to keep her mouth quiet. Sansa nodded once, a curt gesture           softened with the underlying sadness that gripped her. Pale eyes           flicked upward, and despite the obtrusive ribbons of scar tissue           that blossomed over half his face, her gaze remained—— the           only form of protest she dared. His voice was uneven and harsh,           and Sansa shied from it, but could not deny that of all the liars           gathered in the Red Keep, he was one that had not harmed her.           The Hound loomed about her, irritation written loosely on his face           when Sansa finally pushed herself to her feet, mindful the smooth           the wrinkles from her skirts before hesitantly moving to follow him.

I loved a maid as white as winter with moonglow in her hair.”

Hullen had helped her mount, and she’d ridden out with the snowflakes swirling around her, off to see the great wide world. I thought my song was beginning that day, but it was almost done.

two sides of the same coin

Women do not forget. Women do not forgive.