She had all of her mother’s beauty and none of her nature. Dornish law would always rule in Dorne. And Myrcella is in Dorne. By law the Iron Throne should pass to her.
the gods have fashioned us for love, a book of doomed lovers
pt i. oberyn martell and ellaria sand.
Danger to her own person was the first thing she had learned to see, back when she was still half a child, a slave girl bound for life to the great red temple. It was still the first thing she looked for whenever she gazed into a fire.
"I’ve lost a hand, a father, a son, a sister, and a lover, and soon enough I will lose a brother. And yet they keep telling me House Lannister has won this war."for havishan
HOUSE STARK: A GUIDE / CLICK FOR THE ENTIRE SERIESpt. i - basic information
pt. ii - founding
pt. iii - war of conquest
He is coming for me, she would say at night. So softly it became a prayer. She caught whispers of him from the jaws of lions and knew joy for she saw fear in their eyes. Give them a taste of winter, Robb. Give them a taste of death.
Slowly the shapes around her took on form. Huge empty eyes stared at her hungrily through the gloom, and dimly she saw the jagged shadows of long teeth. She had lost the count. She closed her eyes and bit her lip and sent the fear away. When she looked again, the monsters would be gone. Would never have been. She pretended that Syrio was beside her in the dark, whispering in her ear. Calm as still water, she told herself. Strong as a bear. Fierce as a wolverine. She opened her eyes again. The monsters were still there, but the fear was gone.