


#my face @ sansa haters rn #whatchu even doin #the political game is predicated upon the rhythms of stories asshats #and the king’s court and all its occupants are just dancing on the strings of the narratives handed down to them #jaime lannister is three times this girl’s age and deludes himself to how much his life is ruled by the chivalric tenets of medieval life #whilst she #a prisoner of war; abandoned daughter of a ruined house; betrothed to an unrepentant megalomanic #can scrutinise her surroundings and see the edges where the story has started to fray #and don her courtly armour sans chink so no one can recognise what’s ticking beneath those porcelain doll features #(except for oh idk littlefinger and tyrion - two of the game’s most astute players - who see her as a powerhouse and a threat) #if clear-eyed perception in the middle of a war zone #and weaving a dance as intricate as the motherfucking adult most consummate players in the kingdom #isn’t bad-ass than i don’t know what is #sansa stark is the beating heart and strong centre of these books #don’t like her; that’s your prerogative #but if you think she’s THAT narratively irrelevant that she can be tossed aside then you need to back the fuck up#sansa stark is coming for the whole of your goddamn story fools



#a man is regretting giving the power of life and death to a vengeful 11-year old #a man should have expected this to go badly

It all goes back and back, to our mothers and fathers and theirs before them.

And Cersei began to cry.
Tyrion Lannister could not have been more astonished if Aegon the Conqueror himself had burst into the room, riding on a dragon and juggling lemon pies. He had not seen his sister weep since they were children together at Casterly Rock. Awkwardly, he took a step toward her. When your sister cries, you were supposed to comfort her … but this was Cersei.



