‍ sansa feels warm, bubbly in a way she hasn't in . . . quite a while. lady margaery's visit had been a pleasant surprise ( although every servant and kitchen staff that had to witness her flutter about, turning from mild panic to irritation and back again as she insisted upon making the keep as presentable as possible, might claim otherwise ) that continues to delight her. it is possibly a bleak thing to admit, that between her actual duties and the endless worries that sit upon her shoulders aside, she still has very few friends in winterfell. at least, none that she can visit with quite like this.

"I  believe  that  is  meant  to  be  my  words,  cousin."  she  is  the  one  at  the  service  of  her  cousin.  that's  what  handmaidens  are.  one  of  her  cousins'  ladies  and  confidants  in  the  strange  lands  of  king'slanding.  "are  you  sure  you  wish  to  spend  time  with  me,  sitting  in  a  corner  with  nothing  to  do?"  she  is  under  high  alert.  her  flirtacious  nature  is  not  seen  with  kind  eyes  and  thus,  elinor  keeps  herself  under  check.  

     Arching an eyebrow, Draco glanced up when Pansy fell down on the couch across from him, another - vaguely familiar - brunette sitting down next to her. His eyebrow rose a little higher when Pansy stared at him for a moment, closing the book he was reading. “What?” Pansy was his best friend, but she was also a girl, and that made her just a little strange sometimes. Pansy shrugged in reply, and with a roll of his eyes, he turned his attention to the brunette beside her.

     “Margy, right?” He was pretty sure he had her name wrong, but he couldn’t, for the life of him, remember what it actually was, though pretty sure it sounded something like ‘Margy’. He was also pretty sure that she was in his year, but he’d never exchanged more than a “hello” and “good morning” with her, usually staying a little more within his own group of friends. Granted, that group of friends consisted of basically all the guys in his year, and Pansy. Pansy was the outlier, and she seemed to enjoy that status.

" i trust you. more than anyone else. "

" as I trust you, my love. "

a chuckle, soft and low and so full of tenderness Loras felt like his throat might just explode.

LADY MARGAERY ( @rcsegilded​ ) said ‘ where you are doesn’t matter nearly as much as who you’re with. ‘  

“She is so stubborn, her heart has an argument with her head every time it wants to beat.”

SYMBOL HEADCANON QUESTIONS / Accepting

Actually  this  is  a  very  interesting  question  considering  that  we  always  see  Robb  from  other  people's  povs  and  so  we  don't  know  the  way  he  thinks  or  feels  like  we  do  with  other  characters.

For  me,  since  we  constantly  see  the  way  all  his  siblings  look  up  to  him  and  how  the  people  following  him  admire  him  (  so  much  in  fact,  that  Catelyn  even  says by  the  way  his  bannermen spoke  of  him  her  son  might  have  been  Aegon the Conqueror reborn  ),  it's  the  fact  that  he  is  incredibly  strong  and  brave,  when that  isn’t true  at  all.

Robb  has  always  just  been  a  boy  who  needs  his  family,  specially  his  parents.  It's  clear  here  "When  everyone  was  shouting  King  in  the  North,  King  in  the  North,  I  told  myself  .  .  .  swore  to  myself  .  .  .  that  I  would  be  a  good  king,  as  honorable  as Father,  strong,  just,  loyal  to  my  friends  and  brave  when  I  faced  my  enemies"  and  in  many  other  moments  that  he  wants  to  be  a  continuation  of  Ned's  legacy  (  which  to  me  means  he's  wondering  most  of  the  time  "what  would  father  do  if  he  were  here?"  and  triying to solve  his  problems  with  the  answers  he  comes  with  to  that  question  )  and  the  only  person  he  truly  allows  himself  to  be  vulnerable  with  is  his  mother:

"Mother, I need you too. I'm  trying  but I can't . . . I can't  do  it  all  by  myself."  His  voice  broke  with  sudden  emotion,  and  Catelyn  remembered  that  he  was  only  fourteen.

Robb  took  it  hard.  "Mother,  what  are  we  going  to  do?  I  brought  this  whole  army  together,  eighteen  thousand  men,  but  I  don't . . . I'm  not  certain . . ."  He  looked  to  her,  his  eyes  shining,  the  proud  young  lord  melted  away  in  an  instant,  and  quick  as  that  he  was  a  child  again,  a  fifteen-year-old  boy  looking  to  his mother for answers.