“Tyrell or Lannister, it makes no matter, it’s not me they want, only my claim.”
have you ever had a legitimate crush on a band guy like to the point where you’re not even fangirling anymore you just actually love them
For half a heartbeat she forgot who she was supposed to be...
Ten thousand of your children perished in my palm, Your Grace. Whilst you snored, I would lick your sons off my face and fingers one by one, all those pale sticky princes. You claimed your rights, my lord, but in the darkness I would eat your heirs.
GOT AU: Myrcella as the next queen in Maggy’s prophecy.
Robb Stark in 3.05
Lena tries to verify her twitter
I’ll make my heaven in a lady’s lap,
And deck my body in gay ornaments,
And witch sweet ladies with my words and looks.
O miserable thought! and more unlikely
Than to accomplish twenty golden crowns!
Why, love forswore me in my mother’s womb:
And, for I should not deal in her soft laws,
She did corrupt frail nature with some bribe …
To disproportion me in every part,
Like to a chaos, or an unlick’d bear-whelp
That carries no impression like the dam.
And am I then a man to be beloved?
O monstrous fault, to harbor such a thought!