sansa had been a lady at three. always so courteous and eager to please.

“My lords, when Donal Noye was slain, it was this young man Jon Snow who took the Wall and held it, against all the fury of the north. He has proved himself valiant, loyal, and resourceful. Were it not for him, you would have found Mance Rayder sitting here when you arrived, Lord Slynt. You are doing him a great wrong. Jon Snow was Lord Mormont’s own steward and squire. He was chosen for that duty because the Lord Commander saw much promise in him. As do I.”

arya was a trial, it must be said. half a boy, half a wolf pup. forbid her anything and it became her heart’s desire.

he smiled a lot, as if the world were a secret joke that only he was clever enough to understand

they call him 'the young wolf'. they say he rides into battle on the back of a giant direwolf. they say he can turn into a wolf himself when he wants.

the gift was strong in snow, but the youth was untaught, still fighting his nature when he should have gloried in it.

the strongest trees are rooted in the dark places of the earth. darkness will be your cloak, your shield, your mother's milk. darkness will make you strong.

“Sansa was a lady at three, always so courteous and eager to please. She loved nothing so well as tales of knightly valor. Men would say she had my look, but she will grow into a woman far more beautiful than I ever was, you can see that. I often sent away her maid so I could brush her hair myself. She had auburn hair, lighter than mine, and so thick and soft… the red in it would catch the light of the torches and shine like copper. ”