#userjeyne

The snow drifted down and down, all in ghostly silence, and lay thick and unbroken on the ground. It was a place of whites and blacks and greys. White towers and white snow and white statues, black shadows and black trees, the dark grey sky above.

The night of the battle, Sandor Clegane had come to her chambers to take her from the city, but Sansa had refused. Sometimes she lay awake at night, wondering if she’d been wise. She had his stained white cloak hidden in a cedar chest beneath her summer silks. She could not say why she’d kept it. The Hound had turned craven, she heard it said; at the height of the battle, he got so drunk the Imp had to take his men. But Sansa understood. She knew the secret of his burned face. It was only the fire he feared. That night, the wildfire had set the river itself ablaze, and filled the very air with green flame. Even in the castle, Sansa had been afraid. Outside… she could scarcely imagine it.

I told my parents I wanted to be an actor, and they were getting ready for a life of unemployment, so they're just happy I'm in work! - Emilia Clarke

Happy Birthday @jeyne you, like Sansa, deserve all the happiness in the world ♥

━Randy Mascorro

↳ A belated birthday present for @thehound!

1.9k followers celebration; want one?

─ Atticus