fat-walda:

You won’t be stealing no kisses from a princess.

kiwikiwiandkiwi:

“It’s just a sword,” she said, aloud this time… but it wasn’t. 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. He used to mess my hair and call me “little sister,” she remembered, and suddenly there were tears in her eyes.

(…) The Many-Faced God can have the rest, she thought, but he can’t have this.

aryastarksource:

Arya Stark // High Sparrow

queennymeria:

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.

poewdameron:

Whose sword is that? It belongs to Arya stark, Arya Stark’s sword,  Arya Stark’s clothes,  Arya Stark’s stolen silver. A man wonders how no one came to be surrounded by  Arya Stark’s things?

iheartgot:

Who are you? Why were they scared of you?

aryastarksource:

Arya + Looking Around Braavos