clara.

“What would you do if you could go back to the past?” I would do anything, Arya thought. Something she couldn’t do, she would do without thinking a thousand times, maybe killing Lord Frey wasn’t enough to burn the pain she felt in her chest, the pain of losing everyone, the pain of seeing everyone’s death pass over her eyes, her innocent child’s eyes.

“This world doesn’t belong to me,” Sansa thought. In so much cruelty, that pigeon was among them, alone, without protection, the seven looked at the poor girl and said about the wind, “you will survive the hands of those most cruel and you will know the taste of power one day.”

The Old, the True, the Brave.

Family, Duty, Honor.

Here We Stand.

Proud to be Faithful

Loyal to bronze.

True to Our Word