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"The Margaery Tyrell who walks into the Sept a fortnight from now will inspire a thousand songs.” (The Lion and The Rose, 4x02)

"The Margaery Tyrell who walks into the Sept a fortnight from now will inspire a thousand songs.” (The Lion and The Rose, 4x02)

We have a new queen.

A day will come when you think yourself safe and happy, and suddenly your joy will turn to ashes in your mouth, and you’ll know the debt is paid.

working on pre-asoiaf vid, based on robert’s rebellion, oberyn quote from 4x01 give me all this insparation, but i will wait for 4x02, maybe we’ll have something more.

Needle was Robb and Bran and Rickon, her mother and her father, even Sansa. Needle was Winterfell’s grey walls, and the laughter of its people. Needle was the summer snows, Old Nan’s stories, the heart tree with its red leaves and scary face, the warm earthy smell of the glass gardens, the sound of the north wind rattling the shutters of her room. Needle was Jon Snow’s smile.

Another wedding. My sister Elia and Rhaegar Targaryen, the Last Dragon. My sister loved him. She bore his children. Swaddled them, rocked them, fed them at her own breast. Elia wouldn’t let the wet nurse touch them. And beautiful, noble Rhaegar Targaryen left her for another woman. That started a war. And my sister, you know what they did to her?